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Jante's Inferno
03:19
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In the land of the reel and the fake Hollywood
Brand names rub elbows with the others that they think they should
Quick to reveal what's in the safe
Hand shook reminders just who makes the taste
12 characters to make a name
I vi IV V you're not to blame
Pick up a prostitute of fame
Use their cool and abuse it
Just pass the mic and I'll act like I know what to say
Catch the American dream out the barrel of a t-shirt gun
Riots celebrate the new number one
They don't wanna say it cos they're not gettin' paid for it
Just business, just war
Knock the last one off the throne of fame, what's one more?
12 characters to make a name
I vi IV V you're not to blame
Pick up a prostitute of fame
Use their cool and abuse it
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2. |
Figure to Ground
04:28
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Look in the mirror like a figure to ground
We're all connected to a world looking down
Keeping tabs on your friends like the C.I.A.
Not worth taking more than two seconds to say
How is your life
How have you been?
The fictionalized "let's get together again"
A couple drinks out at the bar
We're all caught up on who we are
She flies, she goes
Where everybody knows
She's not the kind to leave a note
A social stop, a passerby
And on and on
He tries to look but he don't wanna show
A double standard friend or faux
Together's past flashed in our eyes
We smile for the sake of old
Time
How was your life
How did you leave?
Handwritten, penned inside your book sleeve
Been nice to know ya, it still is
You do you, we'll still be what we did
She flies, she goes
Where everybody knows
She's not the kind to leave a note
A social stop, a passerby
And on and on
He tries to look but he don't wanna show
A double standard friend or faux
Together's past flashed in our eyes
We smile for the sake of old
Time
Suppose so
And I've run out of luck
Now I've run out of breath
So slam the door on me
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3. |
And So On
04:05
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Was it the ocean?
Or the explosion?
First sounds of Earth
That end's beginning
Our symphony
Universe
I would go on
If I knew
But I don't, but I don't
I can't make up anymore
So I won't, no I won't
There is an echo in the city
Not my own
It's impossible to belong to you
But it does
And the parts don't change just the way we arrange them
And so on
We're made of rhythm
To check the time
Stay in line
That age old question
That we all found
Does it make a sound?
I would go on
If I knew
But I don't, but I don't
I can't make up anymore
So I won't, no I won't
There is an echo in the city
Not my own
It's impossible to belong to you
But it does
And the parts don't change just the way we arrange them
And so on
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Breakers Charlottesville, Virginia
Breakers are a rigorously-calculated, riff-driven, proto-punk alt-rock group out of Charlottesville, VA that deliver an
acerbic, infectious sound reminiscent of The Strokes and Queens of the Stone Age.
It’s a realized compositional style spray-painted with simple, straight forward New York rock n’ roll. "Debussy meets alt rock" – Anonymous fan
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