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Spice
01:23
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(The next band, they’re called the Magic City Hippies)
All I’ve ever done was live fast
This is a test you must pass
I ain’t trying to be juvenile
Ain’t trying to be crass
But I know you’re so strong
You won’t even let love get in your way
Oh girl, spice
The spice of life
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Indiana
03:18
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Half a Havaiana
Girl, you got the glamour
Come to my cabana
You can call me Indiana
And we can slip into pajama
Do the samba
(I hate snakes)
Oh but you have to
Grab the camera
The black mamba
I pitch a tent like a camper
Pamper me
You make me tight in the tanga
Can’t believe
You spin the wheel like a hamster
And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kicking California
Everything we did could’ve wrote a story, brah
Bent over my bed like the shape of Florida
Euphoria, victorious
I’m sort of an explorer but I’d like to see more of us
Hand on the needle
Record plays The Beatles
Dance so deceitful
Yeah, I’d watch that sequel
Your old pipo
He can’t keep up
It belongs in a museum
And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kicking California
And if I catch my breath on the west coast
You say go protect what you love most
Gonna paint my life with a fresh coat
Yeah yeah yeah
Gonna catch your death in those wet clothes
Hop a fence and I’m saying let’s go
Go and tie me up to the bedpost
And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kicking California
You got the glamour
Girl, you got the glamour
You got that glamour
Girl, you got the glamour
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3. |
Franny
03:15
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And if you leave without my heart
A new bikini a la carte
I will be screaming when you go, oh oh
But if you're calling up my house
I put the weed in the bag, girl
What's up with Steve in the Jag, girl?
Oh, oh, oh
Franny!
I'd love to hold you closer
Not the queen of the Barbie girls
You're the Eve of the garden, girl
Oh, oh baby!
You know you leave me in the cold, yeah
When you're leaving the party, girl
Yeah, Franny!
I love you in the jacuzzi
I loved it when we got a smoothie
And then we went to the movies
And when you're leaving in that car
Riding with Keaton, Allen, Carl
I get so steamy when you go, oh, oh
And then you're calling up my phone
For even just a dub sack
What's up with Jack in the Cadillac, baby?
Franny!
I'd love to hold you closer
Not the queen of the Barbie girls
You're the Eve of the garden, girl
Oh, oh baby!
You know you leave me in the cold, yeah
When you're leaving the party, girl
Yeah, Franny!
She lived her life like a child
With a fistful of quarters in the last hour of the arcade
And she played
I'd love to hold you closer
Not the queen of the Barbie girls
You're the Eve of the garden, girl
Oh, oh baby!
You know you leave me in the cold, yeah
When you're leaving the party, girl
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4. |
Float
03:55
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When this all floats away
And you ain’t got time to change
I hope you find a way to
Wake up with your best friend
When this all floats away
Your knees don't work the same
I hope she still remains
Wake up with your best friend
Y’all know me, the same ol’ stoney
Owner of a lonely heart is exploding
(Floating)
Flat like zamboni
Lean back, take a whack, serotonin
Good morning, let’s get toasted
Gringo show got the girl panties soaking
I was chosen
In the moment
While I'm rolling face in the ocean
Born on third base
Thought she hit a triple
Fell from grace
But now she lives in Brickell
Look death in the face
You’re dodging a sickle
Got your game of chess
And he’s a sicko
When this all floats away
And you ain’t got time to change
I hope you find a way to
Wake up with your best friend
When this all floats away
Your knees don't work the same
I hope she still remains
Wake up with your best friend
(Yeah yeah)
When this all floats away
I hope she still remains
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5. |
SPF
04:02
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This time I’ll find my love between the grooves
Something to spin
In the afternoons
Spent the night in someone else's arms
So pour me another
May the Lord strengthen your arm
Hope this ain’t another trust exercise that’s broken
You’re the only one I want, everybody knows it
Girl don’t need no SPF with the shade I’m throwing
How you gonna love yourself when honesty don’t show up?
Start acting like a grown up
Hopped in a cab
We were soaking wet
Spilled my drink
We’re drinking to forget
Just popped an Addy
Am I sober yet?
My girl’s so bad
She blows the bayonet all day
I can read your body like the rising of the ocean
When I think of you with him, it makes me wanna throw up
You’re the queen and I’m the king, testing my devotion
I’m the kite and you’re the string, you keep me acting grown up
You keep me acting grown up, oh oh
You keep me acting grown up, oh oh
You keep me acting
Keep cool
Keep, keep me acting
Keep, keep me acting grown, oh oh
But you’ve got on clothes I can’t afford
But she hits that spliff right
I went 6 to midnight
When she hits that split right
Girl don’t need no SPF
Girl don’t need no SPF
Girl don’t need no SPF
Girl don’t need no SPF
Oh that’s right it is Freaky Freestyle Friday
(Freestyle Friday)
It’s WMCH coming to you live
Next up to bat, we’ve got
(Gumby Jones)
Consider this as I twist up
The blunt guts out the window
Chin up swipe left on tinder
When I'm rolling out to dinner
Sick of this Richie Rich
Mama bought your licorice
Papa caught a fever pitch
He’s a bigger fish
Scissor kick my benefits
He'll never hear the end of it
Spending shit
Truth is
Call me Lex Lucius, it’s stupid
Proof is in the pudding, cuteness
She’s ruthless
Ice on her body
Whole lotta naughty
Pour it in a paper cup and walk to the party
Strings? No attachments
Just striking matches
Come kiss the cactus with the bad kids
(Oh, exterminated)
Better luck next time
Gumby Jones
You’re gonna have to do better than that
Freaky Freestyle Friday, WMCH
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6. |
Kamikaze
05:10
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Little mama in the laundry
On your bed
And Kami-kami-kazes
Still float through your head
It’s ok we can wake up
Get this party started
Hop a ride to the castle
Pick up a bottle of gin
I don’t even care what kind
‘Cause all the hippies want to stay up every night
Want to ease their frustrations
Relax their minds
‘Cause all the hippies want to pump their tunes up high
Don’t need an occasion
Just pass by
Just pass by
Marijuana in the palm trees
Cigarettes
Pajama tonsil hockey
In the silhouettes
It’s ok, we can make love
Until the sun sets
Spend all night in the castle
Everybody's undressed
Don’t even close the blinds
‘Cause all the hippies want to stay up every night
Want to ease their frustrations
Relax their minds
‘Cause all the hippies want to pump their tunes up high
Careful, Bob’ll wake up
Even without the moon
I’ll be howling
Honey this afternoon
When you’re toweless
Oh don’t fall in love
They tell me not to fall in love
‘Cause all the hippies want to stay up every night
Want to ease their frustrations
Relax their minds
‘Cause all the hippies want to pump their tunes up high
Don’t need an occasion
Just pass by
Just pass by
Time will fly
Time will be alright
Time will fly
So just pass by
‘Cause time will
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7. |
Body Like A Weapon
02:48
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Speak of the devil and she appears
Heat up the kettle, dishevel her freckles
Wrestle up another beer
Pick up my medals, her meadows got me head-over-heels
Rip up this treble, I bet he’ll send over seven deals
Never let money limit me
Honey’s got stunning symmetry
Hop in and out of limousines
Pop in an “M” and pity me
In this city we
Sitting pretty, kitty B
I ain’t even kidding, G
Living like a legacy
Body like a weapon
Smoking Smith & Wesson in my hand
All night
I might pull
Her trigger one more time
Just to feel her come alive
Caught in the valley
Singing to Alice
She got a long way to go
She got a long way to go
So, call up the valet
She lives in a palace
We’ve got a long way to go
We got a long way, long way, long way
I know you say you’re
I know you say you’re all alone
But I don’t want to know
She got a body like a weapon
Smoking Smith & Wesson in my hand
All night
I might pull
Her trigger one more time
Just to feel her come alive
(I love the way you wear the hustle, honey)
(Good Lord!)
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8. |
What Would I Do
02:49
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What would you do
If I couldn't be here no more
Follow the line
Fall in behind
But I’m sure
Half the time
I’ll find the light on
‘Cause if it’s real love
We’ll find the time
Oh, real love, yeah
Everything’s just fine
What would I do
If I didn’t need you no more
So follow the signs
One at a time
But I’m surely
Out my mind
But it’s right on
‘Cause if it’s real love
We’ll find the time
Oh, real love, yeah
Everything’s just fine
Everything’s just fine
Everything’s just fine
Everything’s
Everything’s just fine
Everything
Every little
Every little thing’s just fine
Just fine
Just fine
Just fine
Just fine
Everything is fine, fine
(Everybody’s looking for the, uh,
Too good to be true kind of love, right?
We all are, always)
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9. |
Modern Animal
04:20
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Honey I’m an animal
Without a manual
I’ve been shooting from the hip since I was
Very young
A silver-tongued devil
Mama raised a rebel
Sorry if you thought this was love
And you’re right if I had you tonight I wouldn’t call the next day
I’ve been thinking we’ve been drinking the fire to keep the demons at bay
I’m just another modern ani-
Animal, animal
I’m just another modern ani-
Animal
Ain’t got no manual, yeah yeah
I’m just another modern ani-
Animal
I see the world with childlike wonder
Sometimes you get under
Someone to get over them now
Fell in love
With your own reflection
Intimate affection
Classically conditioned to see
The stripes on your skin
We sin to keep hunting prey
Some things I can’t control
In my soul it tells me to say
I’m just another modern ani-
Animal, animal
I’m just another modern ani-
Animal
Ain’t got no manual, yeah yeah
I’m just another modern ani-
Animal
Honey, way way
Too evolved for me
Make a mistake
Show you all my teeth
When you’re lying in fluorescence
Sliding off your dress with
A fortune teller prescience
Open, my love
Come in to the shadows
I’ve been waiting for you
Morphine made you do this
I want to be open, my love
Combing through the shallows
I’ve been patient, your move
Nothing in between us
I want to be open, my love
Hold me while you dazzle
I’ve been waiting for you
On your wheels you pull me
I want to be open
I want to be open
I want to be open
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10. |
Gunslingers
03:17
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Twenties
Ticking away
And I'm watching the spliff sparkle
In the sun
Money’s
Always slipping away
And I'm watching it tip our boat
We were gunslingers
Yeah
I won't stop ‘til they say my name
Sonny
Hair getting gray
Remember when you were
Oh young
Honey
Remember the days when
We'd trip and slip into oblivion
We were gunslingers
Yeah
I won't stop ‘til they say my name
I won’t stop
I won't stop ‘til they say my name
I won’t stop ‘til they say my name
I won’t stop ‘til then say my name
I won’t stop ‘til they say my name
I won’t stop ‘til then say my name
Yeah yeah
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11. |
The Wind
03:15
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Lonely I’ve been
Since I fell, fell for the wind
You only begin
To feel better when you’re drinking
And it’s a long way down
When your love is found
And it’s a long way down
When your love is found
On a plane again
I wish I was going south
I’ll feel better when I’m drinking
It’s gonna rain again
I can’t just shut my mouth
I’ll forget her, but I’m winking
And it’s a long way down
When your love is found
And it’s a long way down
When your love ain’t around
Oh, never gonna find, never gonna find, never find, never
Never gonna find, never gonna find
Never gonna catch, never gonna catch, never catch, never
Never gonna catch, never gonna catch
The wind
No!
It was supposed to be you and me, you and me forever
Oh, what do I have left?
Never put your happiness in someone else’s hands
You fill your own cup up
You fill it up, till it spills over the sides
I love ya
So long.
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Magic City Hippies Miami, Florida
Miami-based Indie Funk, dusted with a taste of Hip-Hop, and baked in an oven of Soul
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