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Red, White and Bruised
04:51
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RED, WHITE AND BRUISED
"We shall in the comment threads.
We shall fight on Twitter and Reddit and Facebook.
We shall fight with the trolls and with the bots.
We shall fight with each other.
We shall fight in the streets and on the Common
HASHTAG!"
In the dust, in the dirt
drop the needle if it hurts
on the vinyl not the tourniquet…
Do my stars match the stripes?
I'll be wearing them all night
I’ll be right here sharpening my knife
On the eve of the first
Time to bring my very worst
Blow a bubble, live in it, and burst!
When the news solidifies
Into brick and mortar heights
Should we take the stairs or take a dive?
When the stars make the stripes
As they're falling from the sky
Would you rather run and hide or fight?
COME WITH ME, IS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN BY REVOLUTIONARY
COME WITH ME, AND NEVER PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE ON YOUR KNEES
Acronyms and trinity
Have you learned your ABCs?
Who is counting when they die in threes?
Patriarchy, KGB,
FBI and Wikileaks
Are you listening? Hello...it’s me.
Chop the silicon up fine
You’d think there’d be a less divide
thought we had actually struck gold this time
COME WITH ME, IS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN BY REVOLUTIONARY
COME WITH ME, AND NEVER PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE ON YOUR KNEES
When the stars make the stripes
As they're falling from the sky
Would you rather run and hide or fight?
In the dust, in the dirt.
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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2. |
Room Temp Revenge
03:58
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ROOM TEMP REVENGE
Are you a victim of my tongue? You deserve an explanation.
I’m not trying to change your mind. Only have a conversation.
Take your piss and vinegar, bring it to a simmer.
Make a fist and take the cup. Mix it up with a cold shoulder.
You're hurting 'cause someone left you behind.
I know you don't buy it, but it will be fine.
Those sons of those bitches, they'd love to be here now.
Your room temp revenge tastes best when eaten out.
Best when eaten out.
Best when eaten out.
And you can tell them to go fuck themselves. You can tell them.
So you know me by my memes?
Have you ever heard my laughter?
If you know what’s coming next, you know what’s coming after.
I’m encoded to this grudge. Tap into my reptilian.
My spite is burning hot. Like the blood of a Sicilian.
You're hurting 'cause someone left you behind.
I know you don't buy it, but it will be fine.
Those sons of those bitches, they'd love to be here now.
Your room temp revenge tastes best when eaten out.
Best when eaten out.
Best when eaten out.
I was waylaid in the melée...
Your forgiveness is divine. We don't serve it at our table.
Your dish could take some time. Worth a wait, if you are able
Let me cut you up a slice. A taste that won’t offend you.
Just an itty bitty bite. You'll be listed on our menu.
You're hurting 'cause someone left you behind.
I know you don't buy it, but it will be fine.
Those sons of those bitches, they'd love to be here now.
Your room temp revenge tastes best when eaten out.
Best when eaten out.
Best when eaten out.
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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3. |
Sanctuary Cities
02:57
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SANCTUARY CITIES
You don’t buy your steaks at Sharper Image
You don’t pick your presidents from 5th Avenue
You don’t buy your steaks at Sharper Image
You don’t pick your presidents from 5th Avenue
What did you do?
What did you do?
In a tower, in his home away from homes
Behind the black glass, lives the hyperbolic troll
In the shower, golden aqueduct of Rome
Sippin’ vodka, picking fights for sport alone
Here comes a post, I smell the smoke
You can swing for the barbwire fences, Wear your baseball hat
These are sanctuary cities, Just remember that
Give me your tired, give me your poor
Your huddled masses, show em the door
They slash your tires, invade your pores
Reboot her tablet, blow out her torch
You can swing for the barbwire fences
Wear your baseball hat
These are sanctuary cities
Just remember that.
You don’t buy your steaks at Sharper Image
You don’t pick your presidents from 5th Avenue
Pulling punches out of thin air
Pulling punches like we just don’t care
You can swing for the barbwire fences
Wear your baseball hat
These are sanctuary cities
Just remember that
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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4. |
Martyred in the Nude
03:35
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MARTYRED IN THE NUDE
This is where the firm believers come to read their oracle bones
Here’s where they caught Nostradamus
Trading stocks on his cell phone
The world will end for some,
Others just buy aspirin and exhale the dust
Pin up another calendar to hang on
They use the word apocalypse, cuz it rolls nicely off the lips
The anchorman’s got tips, I don’t believe him
This is where an ordinary day was martyred in the nude
This is where the jetliners were edited out of the blue
I felt like early man, staring at a sky with nothing flying by,
Sifting through the stars for meaning
Waiting for a wink or nod, feeling a bit abandoned,
Think I’ll build a tower to get a closer look
This is where the elevators touched the heavens and opened,
Someone press the button I ran out of fingers counting breaths
After eleven comes, there’s a twelve and on this you can depend
The world will end for some,
Others just wash dishes and exhale the dust,
Pin up another calendar to hang on
This is where the summer ends, this is where the fall begins,
The falling leaves will make a fist as they curl up,
It took a numerologist to settle down the architect,
Bricks and mortar at his feet again
This is where an ordinary day was martyred in the nude
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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NEVER LET 'EM HOLD YA BACK
All this superstition’s such a drag drag drag
Royal apparitions only holding us back
All that levitation’s such a sham sham sham
Holy Rollercoaster only holding us back
Never let ‘em hold ya back, You can never let ‘em hold ya back
Keep on coming back, We keep coming back
Coming like a heart attack, to put you in the black
Keep on coming back, We keep coming back
All this hesitation’s such a drag drag drag
All this inspiration’s only driving me mad
No one wants to listen to you brag brag brag
Holy rollercoaster only holding us back
Never let ‘em hold ya back, You can never let ‘em hold ya back
Keep on coming back, We keep coming back
Coming like a heart attack, to put you in the black
Keep on coming back, We keep coming back
All those innovations wanna have have have
Bookie revelations only holding us back
Never let ‘em hold ya back, You can never let ‘em hold ya back
Keep on coming back, We keep coming back---> 4x
Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh
I'm in no crisis with my vices Dionysus, I’ll put that boy to shame
I'm in no crisis with my vices Dionysus, I’ll put that boy to shame
I'm in no crisis with my vices Dionysus, I’LL PUT THAT BOY TO SHAME…..OWWWWWWW!
I'm in no crisis with my vices Dionysus, I’LL PUT THAT BOY TO SHAME
I'm in no crisis with my vices Dionysus, I’LL PUT THAT BOY TO SHAME
Never let ‘em hold ya back....
You can never let ‘em hold ya back…We keep coming back,
we keep COMING BACK
we keep COMING BACK
we keep COMING BACK
we keep COMING BACK
we keep COMING BACK
we keep COMING BACK
we keep COMING BACK
All this superstition's such a drag....drag....draaaaaag
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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6. |
Celebrities On Ice
04:09
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CELEBRITIES ON ICE
Here today, gone later today
Is that what they still say?
I'm out of fashion.
Gave my body to the futurists,
I cheated death in this
Frozen chamber
Promised finest styles of their day,
And for this I’d repay,
With stolen patents
I gotta know right now...my good man
Are you looking for god or just a good goddamn?
You either look ahead or look straight down
I’m your only hookup in this dialup town
Martini robots and the cocktail drones,
holographic phones
Are you feeling all alone?
BangBots let you come in any hole,
You can add some holes of your very own.
I gotta know right now...my good man
Are you looking for god or just a good goddamn?
You either look ahead or look straight down
I’m your only hookup in this dialup town
Here to stay, they've got your DNA, it's from the USA, circa 21 AD.
Live forever, though ironically, just cryonically--
Be cool, we’re celebrities on ice.
Single in the singularity
Antigravity
bordellos and titties
Sensors understand like no one else
You’ll surprise yourself
at how real she really feels
I gotta know right now...my good man
Are you looking for god or just a good goddamn?
You either look ahead or look straight down
I’m your only hookup in this dialup town
You better look ahead or look straight down
I’m your only hookup in this dialup town
Here to stay, they've got your DNA, it's from the USA, circa 21 AD.
To live forever or just be remembered? Oh whatever.
Be cool, we're celebrities on ice.
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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7. |
Darth Barbie
02:12
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DARTH BARBIE
It's that voice in your ear
you wonder why you're here
And wake up in your helmet
you cannot breathe without it
Everyone thinks she's a monster
Cuz everybody wants her
be something that she isn't
A villain and a vixen
She's not handing out the tissues
To address your daddy issues
So kneel before your master
Uh oh there goes your blaster
Da da da da da da da da Darth Barbie
Da da da da da da da da Death Star
Da da da da da da da da Doll Army
Da da da da da da da the Dark Art
And the hero with his saber,
Would so easily betray her
If she won't be the victim
That must make her the villain
All the heavy masks she wears
No one asks what's under there
Ironically they're hurt, if they cannot lift her shirt
She's not handing out the tissues
To address your daddy issues
So kneel before your master
Uh oh there goes your blaster
Da da da da da da da da Darth Barbie
Da da da da da da da da Death Star
Da da da da da da da da Doll Army
Da da da da da da da the Dark Art
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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8. |
Wetware
03:48
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WETWARE
It’s always nighttime in our songs,
It’s always late when we come along,
There’s always a heart somewhere in my lyrics,
It’s like I just want somebody else to hear it
You and I, are the new design
The wealthy dine, and party away our future
You and I, were meant to fly
tear my wetware out
and stagger my way on over to you.
That’s what I’ll do.
We’re never gonna have enough to afford that jetpack,
We’re never gonna have enough to teleport,
But we never ever wanna leave this moment this time,
What’s money when we’ve got time we can afford?
You and I, are the new design
The wealthy dine, and party away our future
You and I, were meant to fly
tear my wetware out
and stagger my way on over to you.
I’m not perfect, but I’m human. I’m not perfect, but I’m human.
You and I, were meant to fly
Above their lies, on a JETPACK built for two
We’ll try and catch a ride on a transit line
Ride with the ROBOTS we can’t save
And I, will reboot the time,
The wealthy dine, and party away our future
You and I, were meant to fly
tear my wetware out
and stagger my way on over to you.
I’m not perfect, but I’m human.
I'll be your fool
It’s always nighttime in our songs,
It’s always late when we come along.
It's always late when we come along.
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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9. |
Sleep When I'm Dead
03:28
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SLEEP WHEN I’M DEAD
Over the shoulder, see yourself older,
Hand that felt colder than you've ever raised
Holes in petitions, cold ammunition
A fire is out but there's money to burn
OohOohOohOoh, Sleep when I’m dead, maybe not even then
OohOohOohOoh, Remember me when you’re alone...yeah
Rest on the laurel after your quarrel
Fucking adorable braids on her head
Raise the dead ringers, rally the wingers
Pry my cold finger, You damn dirty ape
OohOohOohOoh, Sleep when I’m dead, maybe not even then
OohOohOohOoh, Remember me when you’re alone I’ll be there
Locked in a bunker, buck is a clunker
Science debunkers in readymade graves
Doesn't believe us Merican Jesus
He’s a loser, it's nobody's fault but the President's
OohOohOohOoh, Sleep when I’m dead, maybe not even then
OohOohOohOoh, Remember me when you’re alone I’ll be there
OohOohOohOoh, Sleep when I’m dead, maybe not even then
OohOohOohOoh, Remember me when you’re alone...yeah
Didn't lift a finger, wasn't even your trigger
But the way that I figure it's still your damn fault.
Cock and reload her, over your shoulder
A fire is out but there's money to burn.
OohOohOohOoh, Sleep when I’m dead, maybe not even then
OohOohOohOoh, Remember me when you’re alone...yeah
OohOohOohOoh, Remember me when you’re alone I’ll be there
Written by Glenn di Benedetto
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