1. |
Hurtling Towards the Sun
03:02
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I could spend days in this shade all mine
Tangled cords to unwind
Bugs start crawling across my arm
But they claim there's no harm
What am I waiting for, I should brush them off
Hit the ground it ain't soft
Breathe, count to ten then let it all out
Block the light, now I'm…
Trying to grab the edge but I go hurtling towards the sun
It's gonna take a lot from me
Patterns of yesterday blinding my way
Prying off my fingers I go hurtling towards the sun
It's gonna take a lot to be
Wired up to be you for that day
Creep thru a maze taking all wrong turns
Thought by now I would learn
Go right dead end so then I stay straight
Narrow path, take the bait
Oh, where is this room that I’ve seen before?
They’ve locked all of the doors
Roots are wrapping around my neck
Lift me up now I’m…
Trying to grab the edge but I go hurtling towards the sun
It's gonna take a lot from me
Patterns of yesterday blinding my way
Prying off my fingers I go hurtling towards the sun
It's gonna take a lot to be
Wired up to be you for that day
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2. |
The Underground
03:14
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The rocket from down the hall
Never made a sound
But look at what’s bubbling up
From the underground
And oh will it save us all
When it comes around
Cause soon we’ll just scale the walls
Leave the watered down
Ahhh…
And it’s predetermined to drop right over you
Will you understand it’s something good?
Cause you seem determined to tune out all but youth
It’s not of the moment, it’s something new
Attention is gone
It’s built of our own design
We’re left with the mobs of people
Who stand in line
For things that they likely won’t
Pay a mind in time
Forsaking a work of art
Yeah the real sublime
Ahhh…
And it’s predetermined to drop right over you
Will you understand it’s something good?
Cause you seem determined to tune out all but youth
It’s not of the moment, it’s something new
(bridge)
Ahhh…
And it’s predetermined to drop right over you
Will you understand it’s something good?
Cause you seem determined to tune out all but youth
It’s not of the moment, it’s something new
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3. |
100 Times
03:23
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A really small “tear”
And that was all she wrote
What’s really unfair
Is ending on this note
Ya really got high
And though ya “just can’t cope”
Yeah I’ll say it 100 times
There’s better days, come back to life
It’s such a shame, you coulda shined
But you’re the disenchanted kind
A blank stare, white
As if you’ve seen a ghost
Put Iggy up high
“The Idiot” exposed
A question left – why?
With so much left to go
Yeah I’ll say it 100 times
There’s better days, come back to life
It’s such a shame, you coulda shined
But you’re the disenchanted kind
Dropping out so casually with all this time to grow
Or it seemed so
Thinking bout how effortlessly life has been disposed
Or it seemed so
A living shroud of mystery still covered when you go
You’ll never know, how
It affects
It reflects…
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4. |
Mountain
02:59
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I don't care about your mountain
I'm only here for the scenery
And I don't care about your highlands
I'm only here for the greenery
Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin?
No time for kneeling, just time for livin oh
Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin?
Whatcha think you’re preaching to the pack you’re leading on?
Ohhhh Oh Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh
You're crowding up the frame
With black and white, no grey
These tales are getting old
Nothing’s foretold
No you don’t know
Yeah, you’re living the good life
Bumper screaming 'don't tread on me'
Don’t you worry bout the tough times
Just keep pushing your dependency
Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin?
No thanks for the healing, I’ll just be movin on
Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin Whatcha sayin?
Whatcha think you’re teaching? Yeah, you know right from wrong
Ohhhh Oh Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh
You're crowding up the frame
With black and white, no grey
These tales are getting old
Nothing’s foretold
No you don’t know
(bridge)
Ohhhh Oh Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh
You're crowding up the frame
With black and white, no grey
These tales are getting old
Nothing’s foretold
No you don’t know
Nothing’s foretold
No you don’t know
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5. |
My O My
03:07
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I am here, the battle’s on
What you hold dear, I’ll say is wrong
My O My
I am sold on these thoughts of mine
And I…
Am comfortable with living blind
My O My
Broken wheel, losing ground
Ain’t no way I’m going down
My O My
Keep throwing stones across these lines
And I…
Will never know from your side
My O My
Always see reason drown
Never come around
Let my ego break down
And rewire
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6. |
Headlight
04:18
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I am bound
For all the elemental forces that drag me ‘round
So I’ll skip town
Find another, better lease on solid ground
Then I’m gluing my feet down onto the floor
Cause I don’t ever wanna leave, it’s what I’m breathing for
No walls, open doors
Bring on the lights and all the energy, I’m coming back for more
Don’t care to be king
Or heir to the throne
It’s a moment of peace
I’ve never known
A glossy new sheen
White lacquer and chrome
A headlight I’d seen
But never shone
Now cut to black
Take a hit, stumble, wanna flee but stay right on track
Just move on back
From the crowd of insecurities, cause this place is packed
So here is the time to scribble and scrawl
Cause I found something to believe, I’m standing up from crawl
No fear at all
I built the dam ‘til I hit release and then watched it fall
Don’t care to be king
Or heir to the throne
It’s a moment of peace
I’ve never known
A glossy new sheen
White lacquer and chrome
A headlight I’d seen
But never shone
Don’t care to be king
Or heir to the throne
It’s a moment of peace
I’ve never known
A glossy new sheen
White lacquer and chrome
A headlight I’d seen
But never shone
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7. |
Woke Up
02:53
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Woke up
Strange, it amused
It parted the room
Kept up
And mined for the jewel
Oh I chased like a fool
Then tugged on
Head started to ring
Was I settling?
Would I be
Pulling the strings
Or soothing the stings?
You have no sense of direction
Need candy-coated confections
Take it away, kid, you’re on your own
You have no chance of connection
Choose your words, watch the inflection
Not a man, just a kid that’s grown
Woke up
Driving the lanes
Got maps in the brain
Patched up
Blood, sweat to gain
It lifted the stain
Dropped it
Was searching for more
Subconscious it stored
Blew up
But popped now I’m bored
Man, who is this for?
You have no sense of direction
Need candy-coated confections
Take it away, kid, you’re on your own
You have no chance of connection
Choose your words, watch the inflection
Not a man, just a kid that’s grown
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8. |
Santa Maria
03:34
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Welcome to the show
The new world’s out on display
Watch the sanity, it goes
Snaking quickly down the drain
As well as the slime who know
That we’re shackled to this chain
Another pretty face exposed
It explodes
So turn around and go back to the place you came
Cause I see the ocean floor…
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Assuming they’ll help us get better
Yeah I suspect they won’t
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Feeding off of each other
Like a leech and its mother
Oh we think that we’ll die if we don’t
Now the new act has begun
De-evolution’s left its scar
Turning our full attention
Toward an even less brilliant star
What was real isn’t real it’s done
Been replaced by the bizarre
Ya see the talent runs on none
Kill(ed) the sun
So turn around and go back to the place you came
Cause I see the ocean floor…
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Assuming they’ll help us get better
Yeah I suspect they won’t
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Feeding off of each other
Like a leech and its mother
Oh we think that we’ll die if we don’t
(instrumental/solo section)
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Assuming they’ll help us get better
Yeah I suspect they won’t
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Feeding off of each other
Like a leech and its mother
Oh we think that we’ll die if we don’t
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Assuming they’ll help us get better
Yeah I suspect they won’t
We’re sailin’ on but sailin’ slow
(overdosed)
Feeding off of each other
Like a leech and its mother
Oh we think that we’ll die if we don’t
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9. |
Cycle
03:50
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It seems like breathing’s a cycle
That we bet on
It seems like sleeping’s a cycle
That we bet on
Sometimes
Some…
Cause then we won’t
Have to face our lives
Maybe in time…
It seems belief is a cycle
That we bet on
It seems potential’s a cycle
That we bet on
Now we all mime
We lie…
Cause then we won’t
Have to face our lives
Maybe in time…
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Soapbox Army New York, New York
Part indie pop band, part rock band, part whatever-strikes-the-ol'-fancy band, the NYC based collective Soapbox Army has
released 2 LPs (2009's self-titled and 2012's "Reactor") and 1 EP (2014's "Maps"). Their new EP, "Attics", will be released spring 2017.
"Each of the 4 songs on this EP is a work of musical art in its own right. Each track is a bonafide hit." -innercitygeeks.com
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