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In the Clouds
03:54
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The world is going down the tubes, but at least I have a signed copy of Old Man and the Sea. I got it cheap I have my wits about me.
I'm not ready to give up on believing things that aren't really real, I still have my ninja turtles cup. It's the perfect vessel from which to drink tea.
Don't fall for being part of the crowd. Hold your head up in the clouds.
Life is hard when you don't fit in, but it's harder when you don't get out of the way...of the semi-truck, carrying explosives to ruin your day.
Remember when we were young, and all the stupid things that we did for fun. Like when we lit the street on fire, I had it in a dream I have my wits about me.
Everyone's on the run. Everyone's on the run. Running as fast as they can. Everyone's on the run.
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The Dark
04:43
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Sharp knives out of reach. Let's dance with fire burning. Fingernails are into deep. It makes the pain seem worth it.
Close your eyes, and then you'll see my face when I come running. I'll take you to that special place, where fear is not your friend.
We are the children that never learned, we play with fire but we don't get burned. Running at night is how we survive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive.
Soft light trickles down, on glass that's freshly broken. We start on the run, feet sticking to the pavement. Digging in to pressure points, we crack and all start yelling at the top of our lungs. Can't stop the pain from growing.
We are the children that never learned, we play with fire but we don't get burned. Running at night is how we survive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive.
Blacklights burning over head.
We are the children that never learned, we play with fire but we don't get burned. Running at night is how we survive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive. The dark keeps us alive.
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The Science
05:35
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Turn lead into gold, can't build a fire out of it. The winter's here are so cold, but we'll stay warm with a tourniquet. Tear down all the walls, make room for the monument. We finally figured out, what to do with all these elements.
Turn up the science, let's stop lying. Someone get up and give a damn.
The smoking gun is all that's left of this love-affair. Still warm to the touch, the chemicals start to disappear. His theories sound, his hands have providence. No worries now, all it takes is confidence.
Turn up the science, let's stop lying. Someone get up and give a damn.
Can you feel the mercury, rising above the sea, breathe it in and breathe it deep until you fall asleep.
Who, who is this man? Our only guess - he was a handsome man.
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4. |
Playing the Part
03:13
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I think you better go, cause I know this is a bad idea. I think you better stay, cause my bones they never feel this way. I think you better leave before this gets ugly, this gets ugly. I think you better keep on giving me those looks you give me.
And I just want to be alone with you. I just want to be a freak with you.
I have a feeling that you won't, that you won't come back.
And I have my reasons in my soul, in my soul and in my heart.
I think it's kinda mean, when you say my name and then turn away. I think it's rather harsh when you call me crazy for not making up my mind. Forget it I'm alone, and let's keep it that way don't come near me. I think you better keep on giving me those looks you give me.
And I just want to be alone with you. I just want to be a freak with you.
I have a feeling that you won't, that you won't come back.
And I have my reasons in my soul, in my soul and in my heart.
And when it beats all I know is that it's time to play the part.
And when it beats all I know is that it's time to play the part.
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Megaphony
05:05
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I see my face when I look at you , I see myself in the things you do. I want to know what it feels like, when I don't recognize. Hey world don't settle down, you have your reasons for everything. Please don't forget to keep on spinnin, and we'll just keep on living.
Hey you. Where you going with your megaphone.
Hey you. Can't do anything but break my bones.
So many people have come and gone, and the window of time is short, I don't believe it when I hear the sirens in the dark. I feel the warmth around my head, but I can't see the light. Someone is yelling outside my window, I look but they're not there.
Hey you. Where you going with your megaphone.
Hey you. Can't do anything but break my bones.
Hell no, we won't go. What do we want? When do we want it?
Hey you. Where you going with your megaphone.
Hey you. Can't do anything but break my bones.
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Fool With a Halo
02:42
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In my heart it feels like pins and needles are poking through the chambers of my heart. On my head it feels like someone dropped an anvil-filled piano on my head.
Running around like a fool with a halo, I'm gonna get you back some kind of way oh running around like a fool with a halo, makes me feel like I'm on a gameshow.
In my eyes it feels like someone poured some habanero hotsauce in my eyes.
Running around like a fool with a halo, I'm gonna get you back some kind of way oh running around like a fool with a halo, makes me feel like I'm on a gameshow.
Can you feel it, can you feel it like you move. Can you feel it.
Running around like a fool with a halo, I'm gonna get you back some kind of way oh running around like a fool with a halo, makes me feel like I'm on a gameshow.
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Wolves at the Door
04:27
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Maybe we should stop building castles on the backs of others. Maybe we should think about how it hurts our brothers.
Breaking bones to build a home, shut your mouth and follow.
There's wolves at the door, they've come to take your things. Soon you'll be another back to lift up the king.
So take the money and leave the rest up to them. A sliver of hope, they'll fight like dogs.
There's wolves at the door, they've come to take your things. Soon you'll be another back to lift up the king.
Shout and then run away.
There's wolves at the door, they've come to take your things. Soon you'll be another back to lift up the king.
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8. |
Like No One's Listening
06:10
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so they say, when you're one in a million, they say.
so they hate, when you're one in a million, they hate.
so what's next, when you're running in circles all day
you're not special, when you're running in circles all day
here comes jonny, here he comes to save me
here comes jonny, here he comes to save me
live like no one's listening
live like no one's listening
so you lived, and you died in your twenties but you're still breathing
so you give, advice on the world, of how to live
here comes jonny, here he comes to save me
here comes jonny, here he comes to save me
live like no one's listening
live like no one's listening
something's coming down the street
i don't want to look
live like no one's listening
live like no one's listening
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Electric Honey Detroit, Michigan
ELECTRIC HONEY is a Detroit area indie rock band. Their sound is a raw mix of dynamics, superb vocal harmonies, & complex arrangements. Their high energy shows are full of unpredictable tacets, offbeat rhythms, & delightful melodies. Fronted by Patrick Minjeur, whose unhinged musical style lays the foundation for the lattice of notes that fill the air, EH creates something new with every song. ... more
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