Classic Hits Vol. 1

by We Are Volcanoes

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Classic Hits Vol. 1 is We Are Volcanoes first EP release. WAV teamed up with local magician Jonathan Boulet to lay down the sensual tracks and want to dominate the world with it.

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released 01 August 2011

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Track Name: Buying Back Your Love
You want a golden egg? Here you can have two.
You got your slaves fussing all over you
Fees don’t exist, it’s all happy days and magic tricks

I can’t believe their doing this to you
Their buying back your love, buying back your love.
I can’t believe they’re saying it’s true
There buying back your love buying back your love.

You fly around the world again and again
All expenses are covered by them
What will you do when your daddy is gone?

I can’t believe their doing this to you
They’re buying back your love, buying back your love.
I can’t believe they’re saying it’s true
They’re buying back your love buying back your love.

Woe to man
Track Name: Drunken Ballad
Lost people crowd streets, lost their way, lost their feet
They Laugh so loudly and dance proudly
Wrapped in a blanket she kissed his cold cheek
Exchanging their love, she will follow him

I’m happy nodding my head

What will our mothers think? What will we remember?
What is next to drink? What will our mothers think?
I have walked to far today, to give my life all away.
What will our mothers say? What will our mothers say?

They think it’s the land of milk and honey
Living in basements, preying on the weak
Drinking like fishes they have no money
These pests are wasters, lonely pain makers

Soon I will be going to bed.

What will our mothers think? What will we remember?
What is next to drink? What will our mothers think?
I have walked to far today, to give my life all away.
What will our mothers say? What will our mothers say?
Track Name: Hormonal Love
Your shoe size and your age
There’s nothing different they’re exactly the same same
Your going up and above for this thing hormonal love

You think you know
About love, but you are still growing up.
You’re crawling in-to a hole
There’s only room, for two souls

Hor-mor-nal love

Your Mum and Dad pick you up, drop you off and pick you up and drop off
{Wasting time wasting space, I want to slap you so hard in the face}

The way you hold hands, like you really care
But you can only think, with your disco stick
Track Name: Pain In The Neck
Creating needs their creating fears their capitalising on my mother’s tears.
What if your car grows legs and runs away, you lose your fingers and you can’t get pain
What if what if your house is on fire the only thing left is your sister’s blow dryer?
It’s a small price to pay for comprehensive cover, but it’s not going to stop a natural disaster.

These people are nothing but vampires
They’re biting our necks and it really hurts.
They target us more cause’ were dangerous
And that’s not fair, while you watch us…
Taking the risk all upon ourselves
This could be for better or be for worse
These creatures will not get the best of us
They can’t catch us

They want my money and they want my wage can you listen sir and please turn the page
What if you’re going for a run one-day lightning hits you and it takes your life away
What if what if you catch a nasty cold, it’s looking really bad cause you’re getting really old.
It’s a small price to pay for comprehensive cover, but it’s not going to stop a natural disaster.
Track Name: The Wizard
The road is long and thin
We are each other distraction
I cant renew this vow
Dorothy I must be leaving now

The wicked witch of the west is dead
She died when I cut of my head
This isn’t anyone’s fault
But my own, but my own

I am going to fetch my heart
I am going to fetch my heart
Where does this yellow brick road start
I am going to fetch my heart

Iron sharpens iron
Who else can I call my bestfriend?
Remove these apple eyes, the wizard he will repair my head

The wicked witch of the west is dead
She died when I cut of my head
This isn’t anyone’s fault
But my own, but my own