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    - Disc 1
       01  The Holiday Song (Demo)
       02  I'm Amazed (Demo)
       03  Rock A My Soul (Demo)
       04  Isla de Encanta (Demo)
       05  Caribou (Demo)
       06  Broken Face (Demo)
       07  Build High (Demo)
       08  Nimrod's Son (Demo)
       09  Ed Is Dead (Demo)
      10  Subbacultcha (Demo)
       11  Boom Chickaboom (Demo)
       12  I've Been Tired (Demo)
       13  Break My Body (Demo)
       14  Oh My Golly! (Demo)
       15  Vamos (Come on Pilgrim) (Demo)
    - Disc 2
       01  Caribou
       02  Where Is My Mind?
       03  Cactus
       04  Nimrod's Son
       05  Levitate Me
       06  Wave Of Mutilation
       07  Monkey Gone To Heaven
       08  Velouria
       09  The Holiday Song
       10  Into The White
       11  Is She Weird
      12  Subbacultcha
       13  Planet of Sound

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Guitar Tab:

this is a song about something there
there is something about this song

we did the clubs what ass
i was hoping to have her in the sack
i was looking handsome
she was looking like an erotic vulture
i was all dressed in black
she was all dressed up in black
everything was fine down here
what you call it here
call it what you will here
way down in this subbacultcha

her warm white belly in the life i'd lived had seen nothing
finer she shakes and she moves me or something
she's like jellyroll like sculpture
i was wearing eyeliner
she was wearing eyeliner
it was so good down here
saving for my scrapbook here
way down down down in this subbacultcha

now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
drug running on this panamanian schooner
she walks the deck in a black dress
and me i dress up in black
and we listen to the sea
and look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
what you call it
when you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
you know when you grope for luna

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