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Fruit Bats
Fruit Bats


Background information
Origin Chicago, Illinois, United States
Genre(s) Folk-Rock
Indie Folk
Alternative Country
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Sub Pop
Associated acts Vetiver
The Shins
Califone
Website Website
Members
Ron Lewis
Eric D. Johnson
Sam Wagster
Graeme Gibson
Christopher Sherman
Former members
Brian Belval
Dan Strack
Gillian Lisee



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Fruit Bats Album


Mouthfuls (2003)
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Bring on the rain tell the Lord make it so, make it so
Bring on the wind let it blow let it blow let it blow
Waiting for the rainbow sign
Bring on the hail let it sting let it sting let it sting
Beneath a cloud of crows let 'em sing let 'em sing let 'em sing


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It takes a little shake up from the rift
It takes a bit of wind to get you to lift
It takes sandstorms and signs from God
It takes a piece of grass floating on a breeze
It takes a plastic bag stuck up in a tree
It takes cold fronts and sackcloth skies
It takes leviathans down in the abyss
The hidden messages of the things that you missed
It takes mouthfuls of Niagara Falls


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I'll wait 'til I see a cloud shaped like the Garden State
And little stars are cars at turnpike gates
And the moon is Delaware
I'll wait, I'll wait 'til the magic hour
Go and find myself the biggest tree
Cut it down and count the rings
Time was once
When there was rustling in the reeds
Tiny tumbleweeds, pigeons on the porch
And there was dumb love fallers
Carpet crawlers spinning in the deck
I'll wait for the magic hour, I will wait
I made this song because I made you stay
And I will always love you


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Saving all the waitresses 'cause they've all got longing in their eyes,
The little acorn becomes the mighty oak
The oak throws its seeds into the sky
Drive your car up to the pole
That's as far as you can go
Take your coat off when you know
To warm your bones in the northern snows
Drop a feather in the water
What the ocean gives the sky will take
Killing swans with twenty one guns
Just to see them fall into the lake
When you're driving up the coast
To your left is a black mass
Drive your car until you see
To wet your tongue with the salty sea
Float your paper boat up the creek
Watch the waves from its wake
Killing swans with twenty one guns
Just to see them fall and see them break


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Track Rabbits

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Weathered and worn
All your sheep have been shorn
Mistaken for love
Take your mountain down
All the rivers have spilled
All the horses been killed
Pepper the earth
Put your foot in the dirt
Where the willows all weep
All the angels and snakes
Inherit the earth
Weathered and worn
Union blanket is torn
Antiquing for love


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You are a diamond in the dirt
And you're the centipede who broke the camel's back
You didn't think I'd get hurt
Love burns a circle in the snow
You're frog eggs in the sky
That rain on the GWB
And the palisades
Love turns tripe into gold
Love burns a circle in the snow
Hey, you there with the lazy eye
Turn , turn it to me
Let me hear you say it one more time
You, you there with the lazy eye


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Slipping on through the sensors
Tripping over rails and fences
Slipping on through the sensors
Made in the mists of the abyss.

Slipping on through the sensors
Tripping over rails and fences
Slipping on through the sensors
Superheroes fighting crime with love and broken fists.

Slipping on through the sensors
Tripping over rails and fences
Slipping on through the sensors
Made in the mists of the abyss.

Slipping on through the sensors
Tripping over rails and fences
Slipping on through the sensors
Made in the mists of the abyss.

Slipping on through the sensors
Tripping over rails and fences
Slipping on through the sensors
Superheroes fighting crime with love and broken fists.


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if i broke my jaw for you
i'd find a broken tooth and rip it out
throw it in the water
where it'd flow into the river
let it out
out across the flood plain
it would flow until it reach the open sea
underneath the sanded silt
and smooth stones and seaweed
love is like a spaceship
burning up when it hits the atmosphere
wishing that for once it might have wised up right
and stayed away from here
up in outter space where there is no oxygen and nothing makes a sound
martians bring canals to bring water
and to sail their vessels down


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Baby, remember on the bus and my hand was on your knee
When U love somebody it's hard to think about anything but to breathe
Baby, I am the cub who was washed out in the flood
When U love somebody and bite your tongue all you get is a mouthful of blood


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