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Atrophy
03:41
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Like consciousness confined to an iron lung, a constant frustration and a need to never know. So we party in this purgatory created by the powers that should not be.
A man made catastrophe, watch as we atrophy away.
So raise a glass to our low spirits, our time to dance is our time to die. Directionless and depressed echo chambers 'till we all go deaf.
A man made catastrophe, watch as we atrophy away.
There's a cause for concern but all we can do is laugh, the great cosmic joke is none of this pain has to last.
Mr. Narrator, this is D. Boon to me a history lesson part three. So we party in this purgatory and medicate with sensory distraction.
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Radio and Me
03:13
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Was it worth the price I paid or did I get lost along the way? How quickly we relate to those that time didn't wait. Fighting the entropy that tries to take hold. Was it worth the price I paid or did I get lost along the way?
That old movie line came true, there was nothing she could do. Truth lies in a casket with her youth. So far as I can see it's just the radio & me. That old movie line came true, there was nothing she could do.
Behind her tv screen lies her pill bottles left unseen. It's an insomniac's dream a televised magazine. She can hope for sleep it'll get her nowhere.
That old movie line came true, there was nothing she could do. Truth lies in a casket with her youth. So far as I can see it's just the radio & me. That old movie line came true, there was nothing she could do.
Like trying to blame roadkill and waste on anything but the human race. Consequences she must own for decisions made all alone.
That old movie line came true, there was nothing she could do. Or so she thought.
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Liars & Enablers
05:21
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LIARS:
The bloods been let there's no poison left but somewhere along the path I found myself bleeding again, found myself with a new addiction. Used to be good at killing time, these days it'll be the death of me. Guilt ridden and sleep deprived I stumble through this life.
I concerned myself with lies, gotta get this shit off my mind. Haunted by a ghost whose still alive, another angel another demon of mine.
The smokes been cleared, no mirrors here. Like a neglected cavity I let this shit get the best of me. All along I carried on with the weight of my regrets, you'd find me dragging the lake looking for old mistakes.
ENABLERS:
A plastic society, self inflicted glass eye poisoning. What does it say about our sanity?
We're all enablers, the shitbags on wall street. We're all enablers, the addicts behind the scenes. We're all enablers, every asshole you see. We're all enablers, including you and me. Impaled on their lies a graveyard full of blinded eyes. They've got control but it's ours to let go. They've got control and still we don't let go of the remote.
All these nights spent in a daze, all this time we're just wasting away. In the folds of our brain they plant the seeds that drive us insane.
We're all enablers the rich and the cursed. We're all enablers, inept and the versed. We're all enablers, every asshole you see. we're all enablers, yes that means you and me.
The smoke will never clear if we concern ourselves with lies.
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Are You Not Entertained
04:02
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Counter-culture generica bought sold and paid for ya.
Consumer confidence, there's something wrong with this.
Stocks, bonds and slit throats, it's the way it is.
Consumer confidence, there's something wrong this.
The senator's son caught suffocating dogs. It's the world we know and the story must be told.
It's not the gladiators, it's the audience. It's not the gladiators, it's always been us.
Here lies a man who died but never really lived.
Here the water flows no more, rising tides raise all ships is a truth he never concerned himself with.
Here lies a man who died, another selfish life.
Look at this fucking spectacle, all these screens, all these lights, all this violence, all this blood. All these people just eating this shit up, loving the fact that it's not them. Remember that senator's son I mentioned earlier? He was found innocent. You think anyone fucking cared that his case was dismissed? Yeah right. No one cared at all.
It's not the gladiators, it's the audience. It's not the gladiators, it's always been us.
Rising tides raise all ships, it's a truth you should concern yourself with.
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Lung Machine
03:31
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Frankie I understood what ya meant when you said I don't wanna be the one to say it. I wore my heart on my sleeve, let her cut it off. My prose is a ghost, I have nothing left to write.
I know why she can't sleep at night, it's not because she's afraid to die. I know why she can't sleep at night, it's because she killed her dreams.
I was on a lung machine on Halloween, bought a carton of smokes on Christmas Eve and smoked them all by New Years Day. I was on a lung machine.
Hey, J, you're not alone, I feel the pain of everyone just like you and I fully understand feeling nothing at all. It's what happens when empathy collides with apathy. It leads to self destructive tendencies, it's all that you can do to put your mind at ease.
I was on a lung machine on Halloween, bought a carton of smokes on Christmas Eve and smoked them all by New Years Day. I was on a lung machine.
Hopeless as Hiawatha and Lake, burned out on the chances we never take. Here we are struggling to find meaning with needles and satellite transmissions.
There's arachnids hatching in our brain spinning webs of deception and pain. There's arachnids hatching in our brain spinning webs of addiction and shame.
I was on a lung machine on Halloween, bought a carton of smokes on Christmas Eve and smoked them all by New Years Day. I was on a lung machine.
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Rex Manning Day
04:03
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Is that honestly all you're going to say to me?
What makes you think that I can just walk away?
With venom in my veins and this poison in my brain this broken heart beats desperation.
I'll watch as you age with the grace of an abandoned house, ravaged by vandals tearing your insides out.
Still here I stand with a candle in my hand, I know it isn't much but at least we'll have the light tonight then tomorrow we'll rebuild your walls one 2 by 4 at a time.
This isn't what you had in mind. These decisions piled up over time.
Is California waiting for ya? I really hope you find a sunny state of mind.
Still hear I stand with a candle in my hand. I know it isn't much but at least we'll have the light tonight then tomorrow we'll rebuild your walls one 2 by 4 at a time.
You have your silence but I have my songs and the last fuckin' word will be mine.
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Car Spiders Minneapolis, Minnesota
Car Spiders is:
Steve Svensson- guitar, vocals
Adam Hozempa- vocals, guitar
Brock Scholze-ukulele
Marcus Halseth- bass, vocals
Mickey Watters- drums, vocals
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