1. |
Pirated Video
03:58
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I tuned into the radio on the long way home
But no one seems to listen anymore
Voice coming in faltered and then spoke
Don’t tell this story to a single soul
Blankets on the windows keeping out the lies
Huddled together in the neon light
Some say it is a farce but it’s no surprise
We’re dangerous when we’re dreaming
Listen to my story, most of us imprisoned
Law pressing us for our watchdog’s howl
Confiscate secret tapes charged with crimes against the state
Ain’t no way to turn back now
What will give, when they’re listening in
What will give, would you cut off your right hand?
What will give, when they’re listening in
What will give, pretend to be a friend?
Watching television with the volume down
Don’t let them catch you learning how to love
Your father don’t love your mother, she don’t love him
Because he’s working for the government
Censorship is the height of vanity,
how do you lie so completely?
Wondering Why are these streams are so bitter?
When you Poisoned them so sweet
Take my words as warning, I know it is alarming
Hundreds of eyes watch your every move
Driving down the road thinking you’re alone
Listen to the radio listen to you
What will give, when they’re listening in
What will give, would you cut off your right hand?
What will give, when they’re listening in
What will give, pretend to be a friend?
What will give, when they’re listening in
What will give, would you cut off your right hand?
What will give, when they’re listening in
What will give, pretend to be a friend?
Watching television with the volume down
Don’t let them catch you learning how to love
Your father don’t love your mother, she don’t love him
Because he’s working for the government
Watching television with the volume down
Don’t let them catch you learning how to love
Your father don’t love your mother, she don’t love him
Because he’s working for the government
Oh he’s working for the government
Someone pirated this video to show me a life that is better than this
I’m hungry for revolution in the streets so fold your fingers into a fist
My lover is made of a television, to give me a vision of what I could have missed n
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2. |
Young & in Debt
05:00
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Grew up told we’d reached capacity
No room to speak no room to breath
No one handed us a silver key
To get to the country of dreams
Take me to the city of your youth
Where you thought you found original truth
Horizon line like row of teeth
Can’t move the weight from underneath
Somewhere there’s a white tower
Inside there lives the lies and power
Have to pay your way up the stairs
Cause the man at the top only wants it all
The only way to live
Is to buy something we can’t pay back
From the cradle to the grave
Work ourselves until we crack
Maybe it’s all in my head
Raised from birth to be young and in debt
Well there ain’t no time to start again
Falling in the red with your first step
Clock in your pain and keep quiet
Don’t let them hear you plan the riot
Appear as though you don’t mind this
Won’t see it coming if we’re all behind it
Let’s have kids while we’re still young
So we can teach them how to run
From the faceless hands that long
To monetize their waking thoughts
Take me to the city of your youth
Where you thought you found original truth
Horizon line like row of teeth
Can’t move the weight from underneath
The only way to live
Is to buy something you can’t pay back
From the cradle to the grave
Work ourselves until we crack
Maybe it’s all in my head
Raised from birth to be young and in debt
Well there ain’t no time to start again
Falling in the red with your first step
We’re the ones who never sleep
While they’re selling all our day dreams
Maybe it’s all in my head
Raised from birth to be young and in debt
Well there ain’t no time to start again
Falling in the red with your first step
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3. |
Hollow
04:30
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4. |
Full
03:18
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5. |
Dead Wrong
03:25
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6. |
Send Me Away
06:04
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Brought the people to the streets
So they could listen in
Glow of prison light
Her radiant refrain
Gonna send me away
If I speak up, speak up
Gonna send me away
If I cry out, cry out
If you’re lucky you’ll get all the money
There’s not enough to go around
If you’re lucky you’ll get all the money
Be the loneliest man in town
Beneath the glaring color
You’re nothing but your name
The beauty that surrounds us
Is dressed up all the same
I’d rather have roses on my table
Than diamonds round my neck
Tell me that the water is rising
Because I can think for myself
Gonna send me away
If I speak up, speak up
Gonna send me away
If I cry out, cry out
If you’re lucky you’ll get all the money
There’s not enough to go around
If you’re lucky you’ll get all the money
You’ll be the loneliest man in town
Wasn’t made for this machine
But they won’t set me free
Oh we have lost the truth
There’s nothing we can do
Wasn’t made for this machine
But they won’t set me free
Oh we have lost the truth
There’s nothing we can do
Ohhhhh
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7. |
Lip Service
03:54
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Fiction dogs starving, words are wasted
Trying to feed them empty sound
Sit up all night, talking and smoking
Count the dead and wait ‘til morning comes
You said--”It is a tiny glimmer but its a glimmer all the same
I am just a simple man, hear you calling my name.”
He was such a trip, he was hardly there
Leaving me hanging with that uneven stare
Didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
Didn’t order your lip service
Didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
Didn’t order your lip service
I ain’t no hired gun, still got my dignity
Everyone’s reaching for a piece
Of a man who ain’t got no civility
Won’t give my days to wait on bended knee
While you’re looking in the mirror at someone I can’t see
It is a tiny glimmer but its a glimmer all the same
I am just a simple man, hear you calling my name.
(Comes in later While you burn all your bridges, and the surrounding towns
‘Till everything comes tumbling down
Didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
Didn’t order your lip service
Didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
I didn’t order your lip service
Didn’t order your lip service
There’s one thing that was never said
When the only thing left was the back of your head
Walking away like it made sense
Leaving your lies like some game of chance
Come on get your money and run, run, run
You won’t clear your name leaving me undone
Get the hell out of town change your name
You’ll never find me knocking at your door again
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8. |
Echo Base
04:14
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Honey I’m so tired
“All the women in me are so tired.”
Call me if you change your mind.
No use working overtime
Why are we so broken-hearted
Don’t let them catch us with our heads down
You’re the great American novel
And I can’t my keep words in a bottle
Call me if you change your mind
But I’m not coming back this time
Why are we so broken-hearted
Don’t let them catch us with our heads down
Why are we so broken-hearted
Why are we so broken-hearted
Why are we so broken-hearted
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9. |
Long Range
05:57
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We don’t run to the whistle of money, do we darling?
We’re ok out here on our own
Looking for your face in every face I meet after the show
And you’re under your big sky burying that hole
We talk, talk, talk
We talk, talk, talk, we talk
Until the morning comes
We talk, talk, talk
We talk, talk, talk, we talk
Until the morning comes
Speak to me of love
That’s what I think I need
But the fox has run from town
With my heart in her teeth
Our bones won’t carry this no more
I’m the only son in this state of war
Even wise man, don’t know just what’s in store
Please help me drag my love ashore
We talk, talk, talk
We talk, talk, talk, we talk
Until the morning comes
We talk, talk, talk
We talk, talk, talk, we talk
Until the morning comes
Speak to me of love
That’s what I think I need
But the fox has run from town
With my heart in her teeth
If not now then when
Everything has been done before
So let’s do it all again
If not now then when
Everything has been done before
So let’s do it again
Long range
Remote
Dropped call
Cheap joke
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10. |
Smoke Show
03:51
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Old Flame Northampton, Massachusetts
Old Flame is born of the Western-MA DIY scene, and spins gritty honey rasp vocals into an art rock nostalgia with a shoegaze
afterglow
"Retro & brand new. Toes the line of vintage & psych rock. Addictively good."
-Ear To The Ground Music
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