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by Picture Atlantic

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1.
Peers 03:34
With your job and your girl That you stole right from the CEO With your stock, and your friends, and your weekend nights of dosh and blow I want all, I want in, I want gold, I want gin I want this, I want that But it’s all just crap When has this soothed all your woes before? Peer frustrations Aren’t enough to teach the fool We fixate on Dollar bills, degrees and school To make us hot shots To give us all our hearts will need Marketwatch Quotes They will only hurt you They will only let you down We are called to be more than a footnote in some greedy dream Lose your soul and your life to some crass maligning industry You want all, you want in, you want gold, you want gin, You want this, you want that, so the whip gets cracked Yet you’d lose your soul to gain the world
2.
When I wake up with my stomach curled 
Anxious dreaming of a doe eyed girl You twisted what was false and true But I still loved you 
Leave me, baby don’t grieve me, with all of these grapevine curses I hear
Oh where can I steer to be away from you?
 Believe me, you're only seething, from all of the holes inside of your heart Oh where can I start, to quell the hate in you? 
Oh, sittin’ on the shelf 
With my by myself 
Who needs depression with a friend like you? 
I try to run away but you’re there too
 And all the while I say my prayers 
Do I forgive you?  Leave me baby don't tease me with all of these holes inside of my head Oh I wish I was dead, when times I think of you It's easy, pack up and leave me, to all of the peace I've managed to find Even if you're blind, with ire, to see this so
3.
I Know 04:30
Hear the sound of pure frustration Hear the sound of caterwaul This is not natural, this is not natural What’s the point of a thousand people You don’t care to understand? What’s the point of a grip on friendship With someone you just condescend? I know, I know, I know I know Funny how you choose to respect me At self affirming times, But when you see no fall out I become the simpleton And if I had no filter Between my heart and mouth These words would be my warcry My strong fibonacci’s shout Oh Lord, help me now With lips just like Moses, on words I can’t get around Holy Spirit, bless this mouth Fumbled on syllables straight from the dunces house Caught tongue, when the moments’ crowned I’ve made a fool of myself yet again somehow Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?
4.
Don’t scoff, I can hear it from a mile off Open trespass in the places we call sacred Oh, the chains have come undone Now the firing range is open and the critics have their fun One man speaks for many, in a dead pan Even though he’s self elected Yet the public takes it in Like they’re hearing mission statements on my view of faith and sin A call to all! You know you’re hearing shallow words fall out their mouths A call to all! To know the difference between Truth and a good show Now you’re blaming God for all the tenure Hearing catcalls from the preacher to the faithful Whom they look to for a sign Oh the problem isn’t holy, yeah the problem is mankind Kind and nice A suit won’t make you any better than you’d like A call to all! To know you’re hearing shallow words fall out your mouths
5.
You got tired of the drinking So you looked for something new White powder in a dirty room You say you keep your nose clean But everybody here, none of them are laughing What are we to do, what are we? You and I have come undone You grow tired of the drinking There’s so much else to choose We’ve never seen a conquest lose; Those are rumors for the theater I’ve been cryin’ cause I’m laughing We all look like film clichés In some directors lame mistake But who are we? You and I have come undone Love me, hold me, know me, don’t leave me Love me, hold me, just hold me You and I have come undone You can’t be fireproof
6.
Billy Banker 01:58
Billy Banker, he’s a wanker, And a young blood, yet he’s given a key Makes them money, but it’s funny Because before this he sold those ads on TV The greatest records will never get heard; Lost on shelves in a mothers basement somewhere Thanks to Billy there’s still plenty Of shelves and basements, for generations to share It’s not about the swing and cut of your jib It’s all about what they can sell to the kids! You can fake it, til' you make it they’ll say Who’s to know? There’s of a heap of, eager blue bloods Primed and ready, to sell their honor away Nothing new there, but the catch is It’s been packaged, in an indie rock frame Here’s the problem, did he rob them? A&R men, they wanna’ go for the win; "What’s the point in, losing funding On a great band, if they can’t sell a thing?"
7.
Do I know if I want it All of those manic neon dreams? The ones that made my old friends Into vain and selfish bogus fiends A product with a tension Between the real and what you’re made to see Will I regret it if I drop it? Will it be a wasted life long dream? Still I’m lost Still I’m lost “What you’ve got is golden But I can make you better than you were You will be beholden To me The second that my vision gets you heard” I’ll believe it when I see it It’s become the very mantra for the field I keep prayin’, I keep prayin’ Because all I have to scream out to you is Kyrie Eleison (Lord Have Mercy) Anxious and discouraged, from all of the work we haven’t done A slave to the momentum Years of work and then you might get some Would you take a flier, sir? Would you take a homemade demo too? I would be a liar, if I said I’d do the same for you Kyrie Eleison (Lord Have Mercy)
8.
The Square 06:03
I swallow my heart each time Forms silhouetted by the stage lights Hearing our fates red song I guess I misheard He asks why Glory fell, He asks what passing fad had happened Pondering back, I say he had his part We want it to be a square Proper and neat at all the angles Hopeful the kids won’t grow Out of our shoes I’ll be right here I’ll hold your hand again The struggle with fear The sad way it never ends I’ll be right here I’ll hold the chord again I’ll sing the verse and prose As though this grief has never happened I’ll tip the scales In theory it all should work I’m sure we look right as rain on paper But given the play of cards I’ve got my doubts Road songs for three or more 8 hours back and all for nothing We see the point "A" but don’t see the end I’ll form the chords As long as my fingers hold These words are not mine This I now surely know Well I’ll be right here I’ll hold your hand again I’ll sing the verse and prose As though this grief has never happened I’ll tip the scales
9.
Please, please, oh give em’ certainty If not, they’ll knot together different creeds Strange faiths, built up every day They’ll fake a fresh take, it’s then they obfuscate This lack of faith has become a faith all it’s own I sense a dogma there Water to wine my friends I still believe it Sometimes believing is When you can’t see it These, these, big uncertainties Don’t wreck me much on what I cannot see I read, and read, but it always lands for me Right back on track to disavow or to believe Combining faiths has, become a faith all it’s own The courses cost a fee Water to wine my friends I still believe it Sometimes believing is When you can’t see it Body & Wine my friends I won’t concede it It takes the same bold faith It’s easy to read headlines And repeat the answers We shouldn’t aim so low
10.
It’s starting to seem That we are all cowards We converse on a dream Who’s charm has gone sour Oh it starts with a screen Then it goes silent Still we wonder on change And it’s elusive confinement Brash naïve AK dreams Make convenient lovers Just break up if it gets too real Start again choose another Don’t get caught in a scheme That we are all cowards Or the myth of the team Who have claimed all the answers Oh it starts with a scream Then it grows silent We are armchair marines From our safe little islands And yet we come back every time I’m trapped, and I hate it Cause our culture’s so lazy And who of us is still a cog In Machines? We’re frustrated, Yet so quickly placated
11.
Time 04:22
Caught in the moment like a bird in a trap No time for breathing and no turning back I’ll write a sonnet, it’s gonna be grand Rhymes like a razor, as soft as the sand I wanna start, I wanna start a fire I wanna learn, I wanna learn desire Some days I live like a jack in the box At times I’m happy, and others I’m not What comes out of my mind Must move the heart What holds me back Hesitation to start I wanna start, I wanna start a fire I wanna learn, I wanna learn desire Time, time is all I need To make it better Don’t give up on me Two lines unfettered, Criss-crossing in a stream Where are we? I’ll make a choice and the choice is to love Living on feelings is never enough Who we are is almost who we will be The final say is up to you and to me And all I can be I’ll be thus for you I’ll remind you every day Of all that I will choose What small words I have, will never be enough And all I can be I’ll be thus
12.
Mercurial 04:09
Long, I’ve slept in way too long It’s almost night again Missed calls from my friends If the grand plans in my head Were in front of me instead I’d rocket from this bed Even though I know I should awake I feel like I could die and that’d be ok No one ever asks to be grown up we just have to go with what we got Something is wrong I feel it beneath all this sloth, haze, and lethargy Something is wrong Long, I’ve waited far too long Where do I begin? It’s hard remembering Am I, I completely through Or is my heart just bruised And feeling worn and used? I’ve been being lazy far too long Drinking things I know are way too strong It’s funny how we try to act grown up dinner dates and late night liquor stops I’ve never been strong I seem to have dry bones where there should be solid steel My day dreams were long they wrapped around poems, arrangements, and melodies I lack the passion to conquer, honey so maybe I’ll just be who I’ve been I’ll look on to the day I’ll look back, wishing I could be here again We all want to be patient zero, catalyst to decades of change But the culture of young dumb money only gets me feeling estranged There are days when everything is wrong I’ve procrastinated far too long Even when I’m drowsy I can’t sleep Like someone doesn’t want me to have dreams Something is wrong I’m trying so hard just to keep a good grip on things I’ve never been strong Oh lord will you be all the strength and the wits I need? Everything I want is here

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released October 21, 2016

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Picture Atlantic is an alternative rock band with an explosive sound and an openhearted approach to songcraft.

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