1. |
Say Something New
04:52
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Record spin
Medicine
Adrenaline
Channelin’ my muse
Javelin
Hits within
Never win
Rhythm stung with blues
Porcelain
Mannequin
Man O’ Tin
Dizzy from the view
Kick the shin
Break the skin
Festerin’
Leavin’ more than a bruise
Say something
Say something new
And for once give up some of you
Or blame something
Blame something new
(But) The record is split in two
The record is split in two
Pull the shade
Notes are played
My parade
Marchin’ thru the blue
Barricade
Questions fade
Unafraid
Make a grand debut
Plans are laid
Want ‘me’ remade
Try to persuade
But just not getting through
Time to invade
Red brigade
Sharpened blade
Kidnapping overdue
Say something
Say something new
And for once give up some of you
Or blame something
Blame something new
(But) The record is split in two
The record is split in two
Say something
Say something new
And for once give up some of you
Or blame something
Blame something new
(But) The record is split in two
The record is split in two
Hearin it
Done with it
Wanna scream it out
Cover it
Bottle it
Make thoughts into sound (x6)
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2. |
Creatures
03:28
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This beat came knocking
This beat came knocking
At my door
Channel 15 lights up the whole floor
These creatures lurking
These creatures lurk(ing)
Under my bed
Shot from the hip, to screen, outta my head
(instrumental half chorus)
These streets we’re walking
These streets we’re walking
Beg for more
Like stories in time that build up to folklore
These words they’re holding
These words they’re holding
Up a place
Poison the feed, no need for a straight face
I’ve been, I’ve been known to scream
Hiding from behind the keys
I’m coming, (I’m) bringing it now
And I’m all
Wound up for nothing
And I’m all wound up for nothing
And I’m all wound up for nothing
And I’m all wound up for nothing
Gotta go home, Gotta go home (x7)
Refresh another page as we’re coming to
And I’m all wound up for nothing
And I’m all wound up for nothing
And I’m all wound up for nothing
And we’re all wound up for nothing, now
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He swivels his head
Tears his eyes from the screen
As his past puts him back in Atlantic City
There’s not even a demon in Heaven or Hell
Is it all just human disguise
As I walk down the aisle
And I’m gone
Now I’m older than movies
And I know who’s there
When silhouettes fall
And I’m gone
Like I’m dancing on angels
And I’m gone
Through the cracks in the past
Like a Dead Man Walking
Like a Dead Man Walking (Uh Huh)
Three old men dancing under the lamplight
Shaking their sex and bones and the boys that we were
An alien nation in therapy
Sliding naked and new
Like a bad-tempered child
On the rain-slicked streets
And I’m gone
Now I’m older than movies
And I know who’s there
When silhouettes fall
And I’m gone
Like I’m dancing on angels
And I’m gone
Through the cracks in the past
Like a Dead Man Walking
Like a Dead Man Walking (Uh Huh)
A Dead Man
A Dead Man
A Dead Man
(bridge)
And I’m gone
Now I’m older than movies
And I know who’s there
When silhouettes fall
And I’m gone
Like I’m dancing on angels
And I’m gone
Through the cracks in the past
Like a Dead Man Walking
Like a Dead Man Walking (Uh Huh)
A Dead Man
A Dead Man
A Dead Man
Like a Dead Man Walking (Uh Huh)
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4. |
Brick Moon
02:56
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You claim, to see, new stars
(But) gotta sit back, don’t worry bout it
Ya know
What it is, and that’s all there is
You claim, to hear, from Mars
(But) gotta sit back, don’t worry bout it
Ya know
What it is, and that’s all there is
And the X marks the spot on these treasures
And it’s all that we can take of these measures
But ya gotta hold it in, until we all go
A child-like point of view
It’s all we knew
(Now) to aspire to
This man, went back, in time
Cured a young man, was ailing but he’s
No more
Lived the life, till he was 95
Imagine, these friends, of mine
Got a new one, I’m talking to him
In my mind
Never seen him, with that I’m fine
And the X marks the spot on these treasures
And it’s all that we can take of these measures
But ya gotta hold it in, until we all go
A child-like point of view
It’s all we knew
(Now) to aspire to
A child-like point of view
No map, no clue
An unexpired youth
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
X3
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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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