Spirit School

by Anya Marina

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released September 5, 2010

All songs written and produced by Anya Marina
Anya Marina : guitars, vox, additional sounds & programming
Additional production and mixing: Ken Andrews

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Anya Marina New York, New York

A provocative and gifted live performer, Marina has toured nearly non-stop throughout her career, both as headliner as well as in tandem with such artists as Jason Mraz, Spoon, Joshua Radin, Eric Hutchinson, Chris Isaak, Paolo Nutini, Emiliana Torrini, The Virgins, Greg Laswell, Jenny Owen Youngs, Steve Poltz, Rhett Miller, The Plain White T’s, The Dandy Warhols, and Tristan Prettyman. ... more

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Track Name: You Are Invisible
You Are Invisible

I got something I can never tell
It's not evil but it's physical
Sometimes it's like you are invisible, invisible, invisible, invisible
(repeat)

I got something of the highest grade
It's not something I would ever trade
Sometimes it's like we are invincible, invincible, invincible, invincible

It's like the sound of a drone
coming through a telescope
like desire all alone
creeping through an open window

Inside the doorway in your quiet room
Outright doing what you gotta do
Sometimes it's like you are invisible, invisible, invisible, invisible

Like when you were small in the eyes
Playing with sticks and stones
Fuckin around, didn't know
Fear from your little toe
oh oh oh oh oh oh

When you were small
In the eye

Like when you were small in the eyes
Playing with sticks and stones oh oh oh oh oh oh . . .
Hey!
Track Name: Whatsit
Whatsit

It's a mean wind you spin
It's a mean wind you spin

It's a low blow
I can feel it from my hips to my toes
It's a low blow you throw

So what's it gonna be? (ah-ah...)

It's a wow wow wow wow wow
kinda thing you make me thinking about
A kinda wow wow wow wow wow
from your mouth

So what's it gonna be? (ah-ah...)

What? So what?
You say you’re in a rut--you're fu****
You oughtta double dutch, it's fun
And then you'll see the sun
I'm right--so right
Just do it on the one
Uh-huh
And now you feel right!

It's a mean wind
It's a mean wind
It's a mean wind
It's a mean wind you spin
It's a mean wind you spin

So what's it gonna be? (ah-ah...)
What's it gonna be? (ah-ah...)
What's it gonna be? (ah-ah...)
What's it gonna be? (ah-ah...)
Track Name: Spirit School
Spirit School

uh, uh-huh, uh-huh . . .

Semester is out
The teacher is in
There ain't no exams but oh you better betchya gonna learn something

So get in the van
And pay all your dues
And stay awhile
Yeah stay here in the spirit school

Gimme your tired
Gimme your weak
Gimme the gangly boys
Gimme the girls with the funny feet
We'll call you Sticks
And you'll play guitar
I promise you
I promise you're gonna go far

We're rubber and you're glue
And no matter what you say we're gonna stick it right to you
(repeat)

You won't get expelled
and we'll never tell
I got a pocket full of secrets and a magic pill
We keep it movin' where everything's cool
So stay awhile yeah stay here in the spirit school

We're rubber and you're glue
And no matter what you say we're gonna stick it right to you
(repeat)

Lone road, do you think I sold my soul?
won't see my love for weeks
we've miles and miles to go before we--

Sleepy Jean, we're living out our dreams
Don't fret your pretty head
Just cos we're looking like the walking dead

Uh uh-huh uh-huh

Oh we're rubber and you're glue
And no matter what you say we're gonna stick it right to you
(repeat)

uh uh-huh uh-huh
uh uh-huh uh-huh
uh uh-huh uh-huh
uh uh-huh uh-huh
Track Name: Busrider
Busrider

If you were a DJ you would
If you were a DJ you would
If you were a DJ you would gimme a beat

If you were a DJ you would gimme a beat
And if you were a bus rider you'd give me your seat
If you were Jack Horner, I'd be blueberry pie
And if you were my dealer you would just get me high

But as it stands you're nobody, you're just like a ghost
Gimme headaches, gimme phantom pains—I loved you the most
So love me or leave me. but don't be so mysteezie
I don't care how you get here won't you please just come and see me

Bus rider! you're too broke to drive
Bus rider! I'll make you mine
Bus rider! you’re too broke to drive
Bus rider! I'll make you mine

If you were a bank account you'd be overdrawn
You grew up in the projects with your little single mom
And now your ass has got no wheels, you're down on your luck
But fuck the Number 9, I'm comin to pick you up

CHORUS

Gimme some play
Don’t throw me no shade
Je suis enchanté (hey)
Je suis enchanté (hey)

If you were a D--
If you were a D--
If you were a DJ you would gimme a beat

CHORUS

If you were adventurous you'd gimme some jam
And spread it on my peanut butter here in Japan
Take me to Tokyo! Tune in my radio!
Be my Romeo on my s-s-s-stereo
(stereo?)

. . . you're too broke to drive
. . . I'll make you mine
. . . you're too broke to drive
. . . I'll make you mine

CHORUS (repeat)
Track Name: Satellite Heart (Tiny Stars Remix)
Satellite Heart (Tiny Stars REMIX)

I'm a satellite heart lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
You stop, I start
But I'll be true to you

I hear you're living out of state, running in a whole new scene
You know I haven't slept in weeks
You're the only thing I see

I'm a satellite heart lost in the dark
I'm spun out so far
You stop, I start
But I'll be true to you

I'm a satellite heart lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
You stop, I start
But I'll be true to you
No matter what you do
Yeah I'll be true to you

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