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My Trivial Pursuit of Happiness - Free album download

by Remington Beach Club

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Maybe it’s boredom Maybe routine Turn off the phone and your conscience Straight into the nightlife scene Another average midweek evening Another card’s been dealt tonite Same street, same room, same feeling Defi nitely knowing something ain’t right Another useless conversation Another sweet thing so tight What’s your age? Where you from? I like that! Stay with me tonite... Can’t stand waiting for Friday evening Can’t stand waiting for Saturday night These bars, these clubs, these streets at night It’s the call of the wild and it’s got me tied and tight Another bloody Monday morning Another deadly ray of light Headache, sore throat, cut off memories Defi nitely knowing something ain’t right Can’t stand waiting for Friday evening Can’t stand waiting for Saturday night These bars, these clubs, these streets at night It’s the call of the wild and it’s got me tied and tight Can’t learn to be honest and brave Can’t stand working all day and night There’s so much else to do and make It’s the call of the wild and it got me... Can’t stand waiting for Friday evening Can’t stand waiting for Saturday night These bars, these clubs, these streets at night It’s the call of the wild and it’s got me tied and tight
2.
Strange noises on the telephone so I‘m afraid of calling home Am I the one who‘s noticed this as last now I know that the die is cast Strange people in the streets they‘re dancing to a different beat television says they‘ll kill us all selling oil and the golden hair ball I already can see the monks burning flattops turning I can already hear the soldiers yearning the air is getting hot embedded journalism entertainment news right beside some anorexic nudes Sticky silence I can hear simply doesn‘t disappear Falcons circling quietly to which direction could I flee Major death has different names killing masses like in video games Sticky silence now everywhere The smell of war does never disappear I already can see the monks burning flattops turning I can already hear the soldiers yearning the air is getting hot embedded journalism entertainment news right beside some anorexic nudes Politicians claim it self defense dealing fear and the pride of men Some god is always on their side freedom is a blinding light I already can see the monks burning flattops turning I can already hear the soldiers yearning the air is getting hot embedded journalism entertainment needs riot beside some riot beside some riot beside some anorexic nudes
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Lights of my city are blinking I’m counting them all one by one It hurts my soul while I’m thinking of things That I shouldn’t have done Our ship called love was sinking The passengers drop one by one It hurts my soul while I’m thinking of deeds That I shouldn’t have done Driving in countless circles Seems to stand for life itself So I should take my love and my sorrows And put them on a shelf Now I pack my bags and aim On wherever I may roam Last words, last love, last confessions Wave goodbye my home City lights City lights down below Bye bye horror show It’s now or never, It’s the lesson that you teach I can’t stand in pain forever I’m off to Remington Beach It’s now or never, And I’ll be out of reach I can’t stand in pain forever I’m off to Remington Beach
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I paint myself into a corner I bang my head against the wall only complaints of missing progress, situations looking hopeless with my back against the wall As Michael Jackson sang in Beat it mistakes have to be repeated and this goes on and on because... I paint the town red like Hugh Hefner I back the wrong horse till i fall and i faint of sudden distress, my foundation‘s wrecked by excess with my back against the wall I paint myself into a corner I bang my head against the wall only complaints of missing progress, situations looking hopeless with my back against the wall with my back against the wall with my back against the wall
5.
Spin in circles all day long Spinning bottles every night You‘re drinking to forget about the noise of the world that keeps Screwing you with no good reason. And so you stumble back and forth between her name and your desire, transfigured past and dreadful future If a heart beats in a chest and no one‘s there to hear it does it make a sound at all? does it make a sound at all? You put up signs that say that you are stuck in here forever Write down lines that are so clever that even you won‘t understand Take them home and kick them out Sweet quick thrills of bitterness Breathing in and breathing out If anyone would care about If a heart beats in a chest and no one‘s there to hear it does it make a sound at all? does it make a sound at all? You‘re in it for the better times. New romance or some peace of mind. But it won‘t find you by dawn You better stand on you own You ought to think twice, take your time, Choose a way and aim your target. Tie your shoes and raise your head Don‘t give up before you started.
6.
Hidden track 04:03
All those limits already pushed All those dreamers already crushed Down the road I stumble like a drunken puppet Whoever pulls strings Is there still undiscovered land Will fortune take me by my hand Everything’s said, everything’s done, everything’s fucked, everything’s wrong Hidden track – somewhere in this traffic jam Staying here means come undone All roads wind but before I crack I’ll get lost on my hidden track All you tried to leave behind Is what you’re about to find Looking back will back will turn you to stone So don’t better don’t turn around Will a new day bring relief A thin straw to hang on called belief Everything’s said, everything’s done, everything’s fucked, everything’s wrong Hidden track – somewhere in this traffic jam Staying here means come undone All roads wind but before I crack I’ll get lost on my hidden track Somewhere in this traffic jam Staying here means come undone All roads wind but before I crack I’ll get lost on my hidden track
7.
Vroom 03:36
She’s got a silver pad on wheels All packed with savory appeals She’s got the keys at hand in time So she can get it on She’s got a cigarette between her lips And high gear at her fingertips The sliding roof won’t cool you down When she does open up She’s got a lovely machine Two seats and something in between She hits the gas and you say vroom When she is getting off We say open it up Well open it but Have your eyes up So what’s the point – what? (Vroooom)
8.
Bird Boy 03:44
Birds just wanna have fun!
9.
A legend says they never come back But they‘re playing my song and so i get back in the ring ready for a new attack First round works out alright As far as I can see I‘m floating like a butterfly and you sting like a bee You have a left punch that is hot And a good swing from above Please remember that i‘m not the Heavyweight champion of love Second round i feel the scars every time you hit them Leftovers of former fights in boxing rings and bars You modify the distance after every single hit I‘m a hopeless swarmer i never want to quit You have a left punch that is hot And a good swing from above Please remember that i‘m not the Heavyweight champion of love I‘m a lover not a fighter the french they call it an amateur I‘m a lover not a fighter the french they call it an amateur You have a left punch that is hot And a good swing from above Please remember that i‘m not the Heavyweight champion of love
10.
Have you ever smelt the ocean? Have you ever felt the rain dripping viscously like lotion on your torrid summer skin? Has knowledge ever been your guide? And love your inspiration? Are you sure that you have tried everything for your elation? This is chronically acute A personal salute My trivial pursuit of happiness We were sitting on the sidewalk on a balmy august night we got moderatly loaded and the moment seemed so right Cause everything we ever hated was seven lives away And everything we ever wanted was finally here to stay This is chronically acute A personal salute My trivial pursuit of happiness When the act of starting over doesn‘t feel like a departure And the old exhausted rover has found the home he never knew And I hope that someday i will make peace with the daemons in me Hopefully before they‘ve killed their host who is the enemy This is chronically acute A personal salute My trivial pursuit of happiness happiness for once...

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released November 13, 2009

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