Station Wagons

by The Qualia

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released March 9, 2010

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The music of New York-based duo The Qualia speaks to the heart as much as to the head. Reflecting the passionate and analytical personalities of Lars Casteen and Rossen Nedelchev, the group’s music combines a wry humor and dancefloor sensibility with lyrical depth and jangle to create their own brand of modern new wave music. ... more

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Track Name: Station Wagons
Let’s take the bikes out for a ride,
‘cause I don’t care if it’s too cold outside.
Throwing snowballs down the road,
(oh) let’s see if we make some cars explode.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

We should dig into the snow
(oh) by the cliff-side, where the cars drive slow.
Pack the snowballs nice and tight.
Let the lighthouse look for them all night.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

Riding home, all tied in knots,
laughing soft so we don’t get caught.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

‘Cause I don’t even care.
No, I don’t even care.
Track Name: Station Wagons (Renegade of Noise remix)
Let’s take the bikes out for a ride,
‘cause I don’t care if it’s too cold outside.
Throwing snowballs down the road,
(oh) let’s see if we make some cars explode.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

We should dig into the snow
(oh) by the cliff-side, where the cars drive slow.
Pack the snowballs nice and tight.
Let the lighthouse look for them all night.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

Riding home, all tied in knots,
laughing soft so we don’t get caught.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

‘Cause I don’t even care.
No, I don’t even care.
Track Name: Should Be Home (Milieu Radio Edit)
Somehow I’m underground again,
and I’m trying to get where each day ends.
Dodging investors and police,
(oh) maybe tonight I’ll get some peace.
It should be home by now, I know,
but every day the urge gets stronger just to go.

When I’m back again it’s not enough.
The edge of the steering wheel feels rough –
turning through corners long since lost
and falling asleep from the exhaust.
It should be home again, I know,
but every day the urge gets stronger just to go.
Track Name: Hey, Bumblebee
Down by the riverside, a walk.
I just have to remember,
I’ve got to be back inside, one o’clock.
Twenty minutes to disappear in a daydream,
the work I have to do, fainter with each block.

Hey there bumblebee,
are there flowers where you are?
Listen to me.
Are there vapor trails where you’re flying?
Please pay attention to me.
How could you be satisfied just like there so quietly?
With this cup and string, you could hear
if you were only listening.

Into a busy street, I pass,
right in front of traffic.
Curses and horns repeat through the glass.
Breaking to a run, eyes closed and fists turning.
Just a little fun, as long as it lasts.

Hey there bumblebee,
are there flowers where you are?
Listen to me.
Are there vapor trails where you’re flying?
Please pay attention to me.
How could you be satisfied just like there so quietly?
With this cup and string, you could hear
if you were only listening.

Speed onward,
‘cross bridges,
through ramps and rails.
Past bikes on the highway,
past all details.
‘Round clouds and pressure fronts,
not slowing down.
Not stopping,
not breathing,
straight out of town.

Hey there bumblebee,
are there flowers where you are?
Listen to me.
Are there vapor trails where you’re flying?
Please pay attention to me.
How could you be satisfied just like there so quietly?
With this cup and string, you could hear
if you were only listening.
Track Name: Station Wagons (Caustic T-Bone remix)
Let’s take the bikes out for a ride,
‘cause I don’t care if it’s too cold outside.
Throwing snowballs down the road,
(oh) let’s see if we make some cars explode.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

We should dig into the snow
(oh) by the cliff-side, where the cars drive slow.
Pack the snowballs nice and tight.
Let the lighthouse look for them all night.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

Riding home, all tied in knots,
laughing soft so we don’t get caught.

And I don’t even care if the station wagons lose control,
spin off of the road, rolling down the shore, out of reach.
And I don’t even care if the ice cracks under the tires.
Let’s watch the driver drown, on fire off of the frozen beach.

‘Cause I don’t even care.
No, I don’t even care.