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Out of the Ordinary
06:46
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Ahh this sunburn’s peeling
Help me prepare for who I will become shortly
Static art; shock and stillness
Only one way I know how to revive a memory
We’ve got connections
Some sinister intentions
Watch you meddle in elections
Achy backs in our old apartment
Where feet were stained black by dust unsettling locomotion
Sixteenth street, someone yelling in the crosswalk
Reflections of my own eyes glaring back through my sunglasses
Oh we’ve got connections
Some sinister intentions
I watch you meddle in elections
They’re coming ‘round, that pesky sun
Some artisan uniforms
Iconoclastic warmth
And an espresso to-go
Run through your routine like a metronome
Wailing through your hands like a megaphone
All the Orwellian clones
That don’t know how to cope
I don’t know how to cope ...
They have the nerve to say
Well, what more could you want from a machine?
Like nothing’s out of the ordinary
We’ve got connections
Some sinister intentions
I watch you meddle in elections
Are you adjusting to the tension?
I can sense your apprehension
No, no not today!
1, 2, 3,
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One of Us is Them
03:25
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He won’t stand a chance without a head on his neck
Picture frames that tell you what to say when it makes sense
Gilded and detached, you are a lamb
Ain’t got a language, only slaughter’s worth a damn
Ahh one of us is them
One of us is them
One of us is them
My, my we’ve changed
Rose tips and all, she’s got her lipstick on the ball
Concealing weapons she’s had hidden since the fall
Topple down the patriarchy, yeah!
I am just a messenger, oh please don’t shoot me
Ahh one of us this them
One of us is them
One of us is them
Wooaahh, wooaahh
Ahh one of us is them
One of us is them
Ohh ahhh
Ohh ahhh
My, my we’ve changed
Ain’t that right?
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Got something to tell me, well let it spill
Does inspiration keep you still?
Far too much wall space for one life to fill
It must get lonely in those shoes
State of the art
State of the Artificial Heart
State of the art, yeah
Oh vacillation, could it all be true?
Need some new heads for this new new
Leave an impression and then leave me alone
Your admiration’s one big stone to cast
State of the art
State of the Artificial Heart
State of the art, yeah
Woah
I wanted to show you that I’m not a fool
Throw on a jacket; we’ll be there soon
State of the art
State of the Artificial Heart
State of the art, yeah!
I was just testing you; holding a flame
It’s mine to live with; it’s all of my shame
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I wrote the book
You guided my hand and bought me the paper
Strut like a wounded singer
Cut like a million sharp eyes
(Give it another minute)
Prize
(Give it another minute)
Round and round a shameful fable
Give me all you got if you’re not blind
Riding the hooks
Too late for empty seats at a hostile table
Sure as a fire catches
Dry as a wind that scratches the sky
(Give it another minute)
Why?!
(Give it another minute)
Get your grubby hands off of it
No one claims to be above it
Fine!
Pry into nook
Create another home for the disenchanted
Yell like a struck berserker
Spells that are lifted by your cries
(Give it another minute)
Lies!
(Give it another minute)
Stalling in the simulator
Just another imitator
Mine!
(Interlude/Instrumental)
I will not surrender you to any overrated tune
I will not surrender you
No, I will not
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Cream
03:39
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She said she’d dream about it
She said there’s no point to pretend
Just screaming ‘bout it
She cried, “Oh watch the pointed end!”
Oh don’t put it in your head
It’s so certain to offend
Listen to the passers by
Watch the signals change to red
It’s the color of an understated theme
The railroad built to carry your pipe dreams
The color of another brother’s team
The blood mixed in with your coffee cream
My darkness will not pass away!
Far be it from me to bring it up
Don’t you think it ought to end?
Burning candles down to quicks
No more sermons to attend
I thought I aired it on the line
Things I felt when I was nine -
Teenagers never think
Don’t wake up until they blink
The color of an understated theme
The railroad built to carry your pipe dreams
The color of another brother’s team
The blood mixed in with your coffee cream
Let the lady have her way!
Too damn scared to re-enter
Interstellar dissenter
I knew it wouldn’t last
Their calm loving’s in the past
Oh trauma travels fast
Or it ties you to the tracks
Scrawled writing on the rocks
Said, “Watch the pointed end!”
Here nor there, but gone today!
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Vanilla
04:30
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I want a lover that smells like vanilla
Some ancient Egyptian goddess queen that wears me ‘round like a headdress
I want to wear your bruise like a henna
I want to feel exposure via your personal torture device
I wanna find you bound and tied
I wanna find you stifling a scream
Using your one free hand to strangle me
I wanna see more blood and guts
I wanna meet the maker of the scene
Of some new horror fantasy
Dominate the bondage agenda
Subjugate me, backhanded sanity, succumb to avarice
Lowlife whiplash ballerina
Someone to grow old with as long as all your loving bleeds me dry!
I wanna find you bound and tied
I wanna find you stifling a scream
Using your one free hand to strangle me
I wanna see more blood and guts
I wanna meet the maker of the scene
Of some new horror fantasy
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Ritual Clothing
04:56
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Bite my nails down to the quick
In this material ocean
Get on your ritual clothing
And do it quickly
Why are we looking back?
When we should be closing the gap
Why are we looking back?
When we should be closing the gap —
Aah, aah, aah
Coffee stains on the desk where I think
“It’s nothing sinister though”
Got those central gears
Keep on turning and turning and turning and turning
Got those deepest fears
Keep on riding you, riding you, keep on riding you, riding you —
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I will not remain just to fill another hole in your heart
Somehow certainty has eluded us from the start
Please darling refrain from putting emphasis on how things have changed!
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8. |
Let Me Down
03:49
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What if I was just another wave?
And you are just another beach to break on?
One you walk along for days, love
And still you’ll never make it to where you’re going
I wanna know, have you seen the light?
Hiding in the grass, waiting for the night
Let me down
What if I was just another face?
And were just another meal to swallow
Now, I’ve infiltrated your base, love
Now, it doesn’t feel so nearly as hollow
I’ve often wondered how often you space aged it, emaciated like you actually felt the pain
Hardly ever hear what came that night
Let me down
Loosening
Your grip around my neck
Half the time
I wish I would confess
Let me down
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
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Mindwipes is a cinematic indie/alt-rock band intent on becoming your latest earworm with their heady blend of post-punk, indie rock, pop, and classical music. The band is made up of lead singer/guitarist Cameron Schultz, drummer Michael Rogers, keyboardist Scott Dabundo, and bassist Tommy Oliver. ... more
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