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Peers
03:34
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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
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With My By Myself
02:26
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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
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3. |
I Know
04:30
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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?
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4. |
Shallow Words
03:49
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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
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5. |
Something New
04:53
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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
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6. |
Billy Banker
01:58
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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?"
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7. |
Lord Have Mercy
04:15
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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)
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8. |
The Square
06:03
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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
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9. |
Water to Wine
03:13
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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
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10. |
Convenient Lovers
03:04
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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
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11. |
Time
04:22
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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
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12. |
Mercurial
04:09
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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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Picture Atlantic San Francisco, California
Picture Atlantic is an alternative rock band with an explosive sound and an openhearted approach to songcraft.
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