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jagged hooks
05:19
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Only things that you don’t touch
Get covered up in dust
Only ships beneath the sea
Are eaten up by rust
I’m waiting
Disintegrating
Only fellas in white hats
Will ever have the chance
Yes only the sober ones
Haven’t asked you to dance
I’m waiting
Disintegrating
Hope you’ll lift me up
All the things that we never said
Drop their anchors over me
The questions that we didn’t ask
Sink their jagged hooks in me
Curtains in the temple rip
And scales fall from my eyes
I’ll drink love in smaller sips
Deceived with better lies
I’m waiting
Disintegrating
Hope you’ll lift me up
All the things that we never said
Drop their anchors over me
The questions that we didn’t ask
Sink their jagged hooks into me
Your mouth is open wide
So sink your teeth in me
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ultra high frequencies
03:43
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Raise another banner
Sign off late at night
To your national anthem
And your bill of rights
This concludes the broadcast
So I’ll spin the dial
I’m gonna tune in somewhere else
For a little while
Stars of channel 3
Are all-weather girl and no meteorology
This other dial, it don’t come in clear
There is static on the screen
We don’t have to do this now
We can paint by numbers if we don’t know how
Wait for the camera to smile for real
You can only see what you can feel
This other dial, it don’t come in clear
There is static on the screen
We don’t have to do this now
We can paint by numbers if we don’t know how
Whispers in the white noise
Threats are buried in the broadcast
When you speak in dots and dashes
Place you hands upon my face
(Say the last two hours were a mistake)
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3. |
try to be objective
04:12
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Headlights in the mirror
Rearview midnight disco ball
(just) Overtake me already
Waiting for my guard to fall
I’ll feel better when I get some sleep
I think clearer when I get some sleep
Don’t let them overtake me
I’m blurry eyed
All the signs are gray and blank
When you head this way on the interstate
There’s never anywhere to park
So circle again
Obsession how are you today
Will you shake my hand and kiss my face
I never realized how much I needed you
I’ll feel better when I get some sleep
I’ll think clearer when I get some sleep
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4. |
aisles & exits
04:53
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Bodies swell around me
Dim-eyed and groveling
The aisles and exits must remain clear
At maximum capacity
Wondering what to do with me
And why everyone else is here
The light
...Alarm
Quiet is broken
Blackness has spoken
Fire-breathing, suffocating
One by one they filter through
Cutting off escape for you
Leaning, standing, sitting in your lap
The light
...Alarm
At maximum capacity
Wondering what to do with me
And why everyone else is here
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5. |
human trap
06:27
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How’d you get into the sleeping machine?
You spread your cancer of doubt
You trick them before you spin them out
And then you spit them out
Tragedy
How’d you set fire to the common man’s dreams?
Stand on the shoulders of the weak
You trick them before you clip their wings
Ends justify the means
Travesty
You’re a human trap
With freedom as your bait
When they fall into your web
In a blink you seal their fate
“We fall on the gears
With our very bodies”
We won’t trade bad for worse
We will break up all your works
Change the king
Change your hat
This one fits just like the last
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Talk in the Static San Diego, California
Talk in the Static is an experimental indie/art rock band based in San Diego CA. We strive to blend innovative song compositions - including ethereal, heavily layered guitar, synth and piano instrumentation, with relevant and image evoking lyrics. Simply, we enjoy music and the opportunity we have to create it, and are thankful to our loyal and supportive fans. ... more
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