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Feel the noise! Let that infomercial play because when silence waxes comfort wanes. Feel the noise! Yeah, pop that Ambien because if you hear voices they say that you’re insane. But I’m a damn good American (whoo whoo!), a damn good American (whoo whoo!). I earned my headphones, and I’ll wear them to the grave. Meditate! I’m sure they got an app for that. Must I be still to know that you are God? Liberty! Diversions and devices. I need, no! I have the right to be unlimited. But I’m an upstanding citizen (whoo whoo!), an upstanding citizen (whoo! whoo!). Zero convictions, but a litany of guilt. Ooh, I’ve got to fidget. Ooh, I’ve got to fiddle. Oh, to fill the hours. But I’m a damn good American (whoo! whoo!), a damn good American (whoo! whoo!). I ride a cresting wave of stimuli because being alone with your thoughts is for inmates.
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J Robbins was Half Right
02:55
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J Robbins was half right. The page wants to stay white, but my heart wants to sing so vesuviusly that no writer’s blockade could ever barricade me. Whoa! Whoa! Let the igneous cry out! Whoa! Whoa! If you find me at a loss for words. Always be ready to give an answer. Tim Kasher was all wrong, art isn’t that hard. At the top of my lungs, from the bottom of heart, off the top of my head, I will sing you a song.
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Triangle of Praise
02:41
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Evaporation, condensation, precipitation, which one is your favorite? Which one? Which one?
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GPSCCTVNSAISP
03:28
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This song is dedicated to all you conspiracy theorists. We’re here to let you know, yes you can, keep one eye on all the exits and one foot on the dance floor. (GPS, CCTV) Go ahead. Reddi Wip the camera lens. You cannot escape. Go ahead. Crush that chip. Get off the grid. You cannot escape. Misimplementation of your paranoia, Dad has better eyesight than Big Brother does. (NSA, ISP) Clear cookies. Clear cache. Clear history. I won’t go away. Fear the program, not the programmer. Go ahead. I won’t go away. Yeah, keep peeling back those layers, baby. That’s just what they want you to do.
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Coq de Grammaire
02:53
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My heart was in my throat, literally. A rollercoaster ride, literally. Cut the tension with a knife, literally. I was sweating bullets, literally. I was beside myself, literally. I was falling apart, literally. I died, literally.
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Break Out the Knives
02:58
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Get up or get down, just as long as you get there. Get up or get down, just as long as you go. Come on, baby, break out the knives. I want a friend and a lover divine. Come on, baby, break out the knives. Lover, let’s cut loose tonight.
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Conjure in a condo. Hex in a duplex. Ghosts in San Fernando. Divination drives up the 405. Soccer mom séance. PTA poltergeist. Walmart wicca. Twitch your nose for me. Where have all the demons gone? One third fallen. Where have all the demons gone? Cast into swine? Where have all the demons gone? Blend in with the rest of us unemployed exorcists in suburbia.
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Sleeping with the Lions
03:07
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Sleeping with the lions, our hearts will shine tonight. Swimming in the moonlight, the sharks all shuck and jive. Hey hey! ho ho! Them teeth have got to go. Hey hey! Ho ho! The facts don't fit the show. Sixty cycle humming, the screens glow blue at night. Wolves are at the threshold; we won't get out alive. The whole world is under our feet, and it's a long way down.
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Baby, let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Monday bring that bruise? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) Buy yourself a drink. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Baby let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Tuesday use it's teeth? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) A handshake and a hug. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? So sad. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday! Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright on Sunday. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright. Our smiles burn bright.
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Feel the noise! Let that infomercial play because when silence waxes comfort wanes. Feel the noise! Yeah, pop that Ambien because if you hear voices they say that you’re insane. But I’m a damn good American (whoo whoo!), a damn good American (whoo whoo!). I earned my headphones, and I’ll wear them to the grave. Meditate! I’m sure they got an app for that. Must I be still to know that you are God? Liberty! Diversions and devices. I need, no! I have the right to be unlimited. But I’m an upstanding citizen (whoo whoo!), an upstanding citizen (whoo! whoo!). Zero convictions, but a litany of guilt. Ooh, I’ve got to fidget. Ooh, I’ve got to fiddle. Oh, to fill the hours. But I’m a damn good American (whoo! whoo!), a damn good American (whoo! whoo!). I ride a cresting wave of stimuli because being alone with your thoughts is for inmates.
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J Robbins was half right. The page wants to stay white, but my heart wants to sing so vesuviusly that no writer’s blockade could ever barricade me. Whoa! Whoa! Let the igneous cry out! Whoa! Whoa! If you find me at a loss for words. Always be ready to give an answer. Tim Kasher was all wrong, art isn’t that hard. At the top of my lungs, from the bottom of heart, off the top of my head, I will sing you a song.
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Evaporation, condensation, precipitation, which one is your favorite? Which one? Which one?
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GPSCCTVNSAISP (no horns)
03:28
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This song is dedicated to all you conspiracy theorists. We’re here to let you know, yes you can, keep one eye on all the exits and one foot on the dance floor. (GPS, CCTV) Go ahead. Reddi Wip the camera lens. You cannot escape. Go ahead. Crush that chip. Get off the grid. You cannot escape. Misimplementation of your paranoia, Dad has better eyesight than Big Brother does. (NSA, ISP) Clear cookies. Clear cache. Clear history. I won’t go away. Fear the program, not the programmer. Go ahead. I won’t go away. Yeah, keep peeling back those layers, baby. That’s just what they want you to do.
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My heart was in my throat, literally. A rollercoaster ride, literally. Cut the tension with a knife, literally. I was sweating bullets, literally. I was beside myself, literally. I was falling apart, literally. I died, literally.
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Get up or get down, just as long as you get there. Get up or get down, just as long as you go. Come on, baby, break out the knives. I want a friend and a lover divine. Come on, baby, break out the knives. Lover, let’s cut loose tonight.
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Conjure in a condo. Hex in a duplex. Ghosts in San Fernando. Divination drives up the 405. Soccer mom séance. PTA poltergeist. Walmart wicca. Twitch your nose for me. Where have all the demons gone? One third fallen. Where have all the demons gone? Cast into swine? Where have all the demons gone? Blend in with the rest of us unemployed exorcists in suburbia.
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Sleeping with the lions, our hearts will shine tonight. Swimming in the moonlight, the sharks all shuck and jive. Hey hey! ho ho! Them teeth have got to go. Hey hey! Ho ho! The facts don't fit the show. Sixty cycle humming, the screens glow blue at night. Wolves are at the threshold; we won't get out alive. The whole world is under our feet, and it's a long way down.
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Baby, let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Monday bring that bruise? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) Buy yourself a drink. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Baby let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Tuesday use it's teeth? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) A handshake and a hug. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? So sad. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday! Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright on Sunday. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright. Our smiles burn bright.
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Easter Teeth Goleta, California
Some of Josh and Tim’s earliest music memories are of riding in the station wagon, listening to mom’s James Brown and Sam & Dave cassettes. As time rolled on and they got into punk, their passion for soul music never left. This is their foolish attempt to gather up all that they love about both soul and punk, throw it all on the floor of DIY spaces and dive bars, and see who picks it up. ... more
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