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06_08_seg_0002_track_03 | 1 | 06_08 | 3 | Harmonica | null | RainbowPlayer.MIKE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_04_harmonica.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_03.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_3 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0002_track_08 | 1 | 06_08 | 8 | Lap Steel | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_09_lap_steel.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_08.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_8 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0002_track_09 | 1 | 06_08 | 9 | Vocal 1 | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_10_vox1.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_09.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_9 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0002_track_10 | 1 | 06_08 | 10 | Vocal 2 | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_11_vox2.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_10.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_10 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0002_track_11 | 1 | 06_08 | 11 | Vocal 3 | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_12_vox3.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_11.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_11 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0002_track_12 | 1 | 06_08 | 12 | Drums | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_13_drums.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_12.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_12 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0002_track_13 | 1 | 06_08 | 13 | Kick | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_14_kick.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0002_track_13.wav | null | 22.012 | 37.012 | 15 | true | false | Me too, in waves and peaks | Verse 1 | combined | 22.012 | 37.012 | true | End aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 7 | 26 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_13 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_04 | 2 | 06_08 | 4 | Acoustic Guitar | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_05_acoustic.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_04.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_4 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_05 | 2 | 06_08 | 5 | Twelve String Electric | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_06_twelve_string.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_05.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_5 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_06 | 2 | 06_08 | 6 | Bass | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_07_bass.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_06.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_6 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_07 | 2 | 06_08 | 7 | Banjo | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_08_banjo.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_07.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_7 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_11 | 2 | 06_08 | 11 | Vocal 3 | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_12_vox3.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_11.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_11 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_12 | 2 | 06_08 | 12 | Drums | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_13_drums.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_12.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_12 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_13 | 2 | 06_08 | 13 | Kick | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_14_kick.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_13.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_13 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0003_track_14 | 2 | 06_08 | 14 | Snare | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_15_snare.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0003_track_14.wav | null | 37.012 | 44.009 | 6.997 | true | false | Seems you got yourself a new dog. | Verse 2 | combined | 37.012 | 44.009 | true | Start aligned to Interlude boundary at 37.012s | false | null | 9 | 33 | 7 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_14 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_03 | 3 | 06_08 | 3 | Harmonica | null | RainbowPlayer.MIKE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_04_harmonica.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_03.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_3 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_06 | 3 | 06_08 | 6 | Bass | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_07_bass.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_06.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_6 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_07 | 3 | 06_08 | 7 | Banjo | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_08_banjo.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_07.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_7 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_08 | 3 | 06_08 | 8 | Lap Steel | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_09_lap_steel.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_08.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_8 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_09 | 3 | 06_08 | 9 | Vocal 1 | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_10_vox1.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_09.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_9 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_11 | 3 | 06_08 | 11 | Vocal 3 | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_12_vox3.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_11.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_11 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0004_track_15 | 3 | 06_08 | 15 | Hi Hat | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_16_hh.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0004_track_15.wav | null | 44.009 | 52.012 | 8.003 | true | false | Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue | Verse 2 | combined | 44.009 | 52.008 | true | End aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | false | null | 11 | 34 | 6 | 0 | 0.004 | audio_only | 06_08_15 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0005_track_12 | 4 | 06_08 | 12 | Drums | drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_13_drums.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0005_track_12.wav | null | 52.012 | 62.012 | 10 | true | false | You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone | Chorus 1 | combined | 52.008 | 62.012 | true | Start aligned to Verse 2 boundary at 52.012s | End aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 13 | 50 | 11 | 0.004 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_12 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0006_track_03 | 5 | 06_08 | 3 | Harmonica | null | RainbowPlayer.MIKE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_04_harmonica.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0006_track_03.wav | null | 62.012 | 69.017 | 7.005 | true | false | Seems you are now quite alright | Verse 3 | combined | 62.012 | 69.017 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 15 | 31 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_3 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0006_track_04 | 5 | 06_08 | 4 | Acoustic Guitar | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_05_acoustic.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0006_track_04.wav | null | 62.012 | 69.017 | 7.005 | true | false | Seems you are now quite alright | Verse 3 | combined | 62.012 | 69.017 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 15 | 31 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_4 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0006_track_05 | 5 | 06_08 | 5 | Twelve String Electric | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_06_twelve_string.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0006_track_05.wav | null | 62.012 | 69.017 | 7.005 | true | false | Seems you are now quite alright | Verse 3 | combined | 62.012 | 69.017 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 15 | 31 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_5 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0006_track_06 | 5 | 06_08 | 6 | Bass | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_07_bass.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0006_track_06.wav | null | 62.012 | 69.017 | 7.005 | true | false | Seems you are now quite alright | Verse 3 | combined | 62.012 | 69.017 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 15 | 31 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_6 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0006_track_07 | 5 | 06_08 | 7 | Banjo | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_08_banjo.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0006_track_07.wav | null | 62.012 | 69.017 | 7.005 | true | false | Seems you are now quite alright | Verse 3 | combined | 62.012 | 69.017 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 15 | 31 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_7 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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06_08_seg_0006_track_08 | 5 | 06_08 | 8 | Lap Steel | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_08/06_08_09_lap_steel.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_08/06_08_seg_0006_track_08.wav | null | 62.012 | 69.017 | 7.005 | true | false | Seems you are now quite alright | Verse 3 | combined | 62.012 | 69.017 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 1 boundary at 62.012s | false | null | 15 | 31 | 6 | 0 | 0 | audio_only | 06_08_8 | 96 | 4 | 4 | G | major | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | You Got a New Dog | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [02:39.009] | true | true | Know you have been down for weeks Me too, in waves and peaks Seems you got yourself a new dog. Guess I'll Undo that last Epilogue You moved on, but here I am stuck feeling him gone Seems you are now quite alright Too few of my old friends left in sight You know it's untrue I hold on in spite Put him down together. I still see him around You moved on, but here I am still leashed along | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, Purple Mountains, discogs_id: 7149935, Lambchop, discogs_id: 10551 | depressed, sad, melancholic | folk rock, indie folk | 06_08.lrc | I once had a dog that was my best friend. This song is not too far from our normal world, but the loss of the dog leads to the loss of everything. Dedicated to Skittles | {
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