Spun​/​Cough - Single

by We Just Spoke

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released April 2, 2013

Album art by Peter Peregrine

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Track Name: Spun
I'm just an old washing machine
I'm just an old washing machine
I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning around
Spun, spun, spun, nothing can slow me down

I'm just an old record machine
I'm just an old record machine
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running around
Run, run, run, nothing can make me shout

I'm just an old sewing machine
I'm just an old sewing machine
I'm stiching, I'm stitching, I'm stitching the sounds
Spun, spun, spun, nothing can slow me down

I wait for you to keep me from turning so fast,
Make me last
I wait for you to keep me from falling on my ass,
Make me last

I'm just an old washing machine
I'm just an old washing machine
I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning around
Spun, spun, spun, nothing can slow me down
Track Name: Cough
Trapped in the car,
The air conditions hair on my arms
And it feels so bizarre

And the dew's a disconcerting fog,
The crank has pinned the window aloft
But it just wouldn't stop, oh no

Oh no, at first we should stay
Now at last we should go, oh no
Oh no, do I dare trace the blame through
A false wind that blows

I feel you cough my name
In the past I felt things differently,
In the past I felt things change, now I say
What's sealing off my veins
I'd hear you call my name

Trapped on a plane,
The temperature and time are the same
As we burst into flames

And the movie only gets more loud,
No wonder where we'll land as the plane
Proudly bursts through the clouds, oh no

Oh no, at first we should stay
Now at last we should go, oh no
Oh no, do I dare try to name what
I don't want to know

I feel you cough my name
In the past I felt things differently,
In the past I felt things change, now I say
What's sealing off my veins
I'd hear you call my name

Tell me, what's that sound,
Too much said and not enough made out?
Tell me what's that light,
What's the border between day and night?
Tell me, how it tastes
When sadder thoughts are rolled up off your plate?
Tell me how it feels
To be honest with your lips unsealed?