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Chain Gang Chain Letter
02:21
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I got your chain gang chain letter
It reads you better start treating me better
Do not return to sender, tell ten people you know
On my mind, as I walk the line, all anyone wants is some of your time
Here we are all locked away, night after night, day after day
Seems like things have always been this way, here in the prison state…
Of mind as you try to live your life, all anybody wants is some of your time
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2. |
Capital Offense
02:32
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Well, I tried getting down to the sound of the city
All the city did was get me down
After all those years it was clear that it didn’t want me around
And when I saw the distress I put out an S.O.S.
On the short wave radio
But it got me nowhere, ‘cause by then there was really nowhere to go
You know a house of cards will someday fall
All for one and one for all
To me it seems like common sense
Well, it’s a land of confusion when the hand of illusion
Has a firm grip on the steering wheel
And all the smooth operators flip the data as a way to secure the deal
There’s a clever sleight of hand part and parcel to the plan
That insures the corners never meet
And it’s hard to catch your balance when the ground is always shifting beneath your feet
You know a house of cards will someday fall
All for one and one for all
To me it seems like common sense
But the way that race is run
All for all and one for one
Now that’s a capital offense
You know a house of cards will someday fall
All for one and one for all
To me it seems like common sense
But the way that race is run
All for all and one for one
Now that’s a capital offense
Well, I tried getting down to the sound of the city
All the city did was get me down
After all those years it was clear that it didn’t want me around
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3. |
Now We Know Everything
02:50
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Open up the lid, the pseudo modern world has got you down
See the gnashing teeth through your bleary eyes glazed over from your trance
Heads are bowed in servitude to the latest distraction
The whatever-it-isers, takers and givers, all want the latest thing
Now we know everything we don’t need to know
Open up the lid, the pseudo modern self, isolation
Disconnect is what it is, in spite of connection
New wave of weightlessness, in a nothing culture
Infinite number of processes morph to infantile
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4. |
Thunderline
02:53
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Transmission lines running out to the edge of this world
Past simple snapshots of courageous dreams
Past the hand-painted eyes on plastic figurines
Foreclosing on the shadows of a world that used to be
It’s desperation that powers this town
Two-dimensional rivers bleed onto sawdust coated earth
Scenes of kindness, scenes of madness and genuine self-worth
Halfway across the great canyon bridge, a tunnel comes into view
Darkness closer than it’s ever been
The lines are shining silver and true
It’s repetition that greats us once again
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5. |
Tired Night
04:04
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Out for another tired night again
Meeting all the bad habits that have always been your friends
On the streetscape there seems to be no end
To all of these broken fences there are to mend
All wired for another fight again
Swinging at shadows but the punches never land
Up for another defeat again
And afterwards they’ll all speak sadly how they used to be a friend
Time only knows - how this all goes - Just don’t let it eat you from the inside
Bruises will show - Miles will grow - Or leave you out here lost along the roadside
Out for another tired night again
Meeting all the bad habits that will always be your friends
On the streetscape there seems to be no end
To all of these broken fences there are to mend
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6. |
Sound of the Season
02:55
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Turned-up and ready to go
There’s a soundtrack revolution on the table you know
With a finger on the trigger of some rock-n-roll
DJ play that record once again
At the fork in the road, there’s a choice you can make
There’s a time to destroy, there’s a time to create
Just remember who inherits what we leave in our wake
And I hope we get it right for them
It’s a sound for the season, a season for the sound
So come on and cut the chatter, the proof is in the platter
Play that song all night
I was tuning my receiver for the news of the land
Words were spinning from the speakers like the dial in my hand
So much static and distortion in the frequency band
I wondered - when did we become so afraid?
It’s a sound for the season, a season for the sound
It’s a sound for the season call the voices from the underground
It’s a sound for the season, it’s a sound for the season
So come on and cut the chatter, drop the needle on the platter
Play that song all night
The truth has the power, it can turn up the heat
On the king in his tower or the man on the street
It can take him to his knees or help him rise up on his feet
And I hear it’s coming back in style
Turned-up and ready to go
There’s a soundtrack revolution on the table you know
With a finger on the trigger of some rock-n-roll
DJ play that record once again
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7. |
Credit Junkie
02:41
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Walkin’ shoes are on the wrong feet
Wrong way on a one-way
Kickin’ all that dust up everywhere
Walkin’ underneath the ticker tape
Gettin’ fitted for that super cape
Kickin’ ass all around this town
No better than any, worse than anyone
No better than any, worse than anyone
I’ve been charged with a simple task
One foot, then another
Always manage to get in my own way
Walkin’ right into a brick wall
First you trip, then you fall
Man it hurts when your face, it hits the ground
No better than any, worse than anyone
No better than any, worse than anyone
Hell yeah I’ve made mistakes
In this world of single takes
Hell no, not lettin’ them keep me down
They keep me down
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8. |
Um-bill-i-call
03:22
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Time creeps on
Spout smart carnage aged just white
Take your stand
Holy whatever-ready you choose
Understand
It’s not what you gain only what you use
Wrestling the land
Be sure to lock the condominium
Umbilical
Talk and yawn
Espouse dumb pleasures raged so white
Rape your land
Unholy Whatever – you’ll lose
Bite the hand/It’s not how much you make – only what you bruise
Marketing your brand
Still can’t take it with you in the end
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9. |
Devil's Rope
01:37
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Somewhere down an appalling road
A loved one sings about being shoved aside
In coded language harmony
Industrial parks of whatever
Drooling rivers drip into culvert pipes
Under ribbons of ready-mix
Monuments have been started
Attempts made lie uncompleted
Along well-financed trails of shaken resolve
Standards under which your judgements fall
Withering, just waiting to be applied
And dressing wounds long said to have been resolved
In certain camps things are great right now
As anguish tightens around our throats
And you take pride in rolling out your devil’s rope
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10. |
Thick Skulls
03:00
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It will take catastrophes to reveal
What thick skulls have grown to conceal
Greatness is not tall enough for the ride
And greatness cried
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
This ain’t the Pleistocene
Nothing is quite what it should have been
Girders and bolts will rust over time
Just a consequence of their poor design
Greatness cannot get to the other side
And greatness cried
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Hey Anthropocene
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Just think what this could have been
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11. |
Yesterday's Lost
02:30
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Yesterday’s lost and tomorrow’s all gone
Sitting in the living room but you can’t find your way back home
No direction for how all of this goes on
Standing in front of a dead suburban moon
Deep wide streets in these nowhere burgs
Please remember to… remember to leave the light on
Seen it from the mountaintop, but you just can’t believe
Went down by the river, but its never runnin’ clean
Tired tongues talkin’, and its all so obscene
You want to believe, you want to believe
Yesterdays not yours to hold onto…
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Miss Lonelyheart Pennsylvania
Miss Lonelyheart formed in 1994 in Central Pennsylvania and went on to become rooted in the Mid-Atlantic indie music scene. During the band’s active years, Miss Lonelyheart toured the country playing hundreds of shows, sharing stages with incredible local, regional, and national acts. Along the way, the band did everything themselves, built amazing relationships, and had a lot of fun. ... more
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