renee / tonka time 7"

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    "renee" b/w "tonka time". pressed on black vinyl.

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released December 1, 2013

lauren morgan - vocals, guitar
jordan shih - guitar, keys, programming, mixing

mastered by joe lambert - joelambertmastering.com

artwork by alana questell - alanaquestell.com
layout by guillermo casanova - guillermo-casanova.com


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Track Name: renee
All the words I had to say
They don't mean nothing to you
What the hell, we're on the way
There is no nothing better
All we had to do was touch
That was the best chance
I could have ever and all of us

All day long we looked to fall
Looking into the sun
And found a way to get along
To be waiting for you
In the day, oh, in the day
There is nights between us
Looking for another way

All the words I said were wrong
They don't mean nothing to you
All we had to do was touch
And there's no nothing better
In the day, oh, in the day
I've been reaching for you
Nights between us all the way

It's all the way
You got it, it took so long to bare
It's all the way
You got it, it took so long to bare

And we've been waiting for it

All the words I said were wrong
They don't mean nothing to you
All we had to do was touch
And there's no nothing better

What the hell are beds for, man?
They go waiting for you
Waste away, don't find the time
It's all by your side

Hey! You got it! You got It!
Took too long to get it!
Hey! You got it! You got it!
Took too long to get it!
Track Name: tonka time
oh, “where” is truly what I want, I want.
way-out there, comets-- I want, I want, I want.

Believing in the times is truly “I”
We don’t know the art
And all of our pasts are trapped like pearls
We miss our Ma’s hearts

Working through our problems:
justice in us,
we don’t really care.

along the way we found each “I”
were not really there

and all my friends, and all my friends say you never were there.
and all my friends, and all my friends say you never were there.

Besides, you never called.
Nothing but “I”
Besides, you never called.
Nothing but “I”