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Trying On Faces
02:56
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I'm in the woods again.
I can hear my heartbeat in my head.
I want to make friends.
Tell me if I'm talking too loud.
I want to fit in.
I want to wear your skin
I want to understand
You all.
My own estranged twin;
I'm a maverick hand on a phantom limb
I want to make sense.
Tell me if I'm standing too close,
I want to fit in.
I want to wear your skin
I want to understand
You all
You speak a secret language.
My accent's always changing;
Talking in tongues I've never tasted with.
And for my first impression,
This is my false confession,
I do my best rendition
Of a smile.
Your expression is a hazy grey,
I don't know what to be when you act this way
I'm trying on faces
I'm trying your patience.
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2. |
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This is not me,
I'm only repeating transmissions.
Or something from a magazine
About television to you.
What else could you do?
the letters that I wrote
Hardly spelled words that were hardly worth reading.
Hold your gifts up, show the room.
Something for the kid who hates everything.
What else could I do?
*All of our complaining that
We don't have nice things; well this is why.
The camera loves us,
at least that means someone does,
Though the years have been unkind
But then so have I.
For all you've seen
Infinite input in the end taught you nothing.
For achieving harmony;
Keep your voice toneless,
talking through bedroom walls
what else could you say?
*All of our complaining that
We don't have nice things; well this is why.
The camera loves us,
at least that means someone does,
Though the years have been unkind
But then so have I.
Too much too soon
Already you're a national,
Living in your crowded little house
There's nothing to do, everything is horrible
And interests are boring
So what's the use
of living like a national,
Wandering your crowded little house
There's nothing to do, everything is horrible
And interests are boring
This is not me.
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A difficult actor
A haunted museum
The mall we used to go to.
I want my theme park attractions
I want my necklace of ears
I want money and indifference
But I've lost my touch.
My touch.
Everything you've seen and more.
I will part with nothing
I'll see your gun and raise you mine.
I built the box, I control the locks.
If you want to get out get out.
I built the box, I control the locks.
If you want to get out get out.
Never been afraid never felt ashamed
never had a way I could see out
I built the box, I control the locks and now I can't get out.
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4. |
Sound Bite Future
02:53
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Sound bite future is so bright
Everyone's so nice
The weather is perfect
I'm not down
I'm coming up for air
Let's take all our new things and throw them in the yard
Check your notes
You were not prepared
You bring the plants in and burn your kids to keep warm
How can you relax
With a wreck
and a heart attack?
How can you relax?
The weather is perfect.
Sound bite
future is so bright
Everyone's so nice
The weather is perfect
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You were only set dressing
A distant shape on a painted back drop
A yellow dot that popped
Against my shade of green.
Begging to be seen
You are powdered Coffee Mate
Sweet N' Low on a paper plate.
I'd never seen you act so brave
Before you played it on TV.
Where I let you be seen.
It's my glass house
And I'll throw anything that I want
I Only live here...
What a horrible prick you are!
It's a miracle you survive
You're stepping on my only lines
gesturing violently, chewing up the scenery.
Screaming to be seen.
It's my glass house
And I'll throw anything that I want
I Only live here to be seen.
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6. |
Compliance
04:03
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Learn to crawl
compliance suits you.
You've outgrown the bones of your half-life
taking for granted you'd survive.
Comfort and safety.
A warm place to die in your sleep.
No longer fighting the current,
Just swallowing ocean.
The hallowed ground you fought to hold
Is salted earth where nothing grows
If you're so smart why are you so scared?
Because you seem so scared.
You've done very well
with so much to process
So many parties and faux pas,
so much uncomfortable small talk.
Systems digest you
and convert you to energy
for powering servers, for buffering content.
It's the best you'll ever get,
better than what you deserve.
All we are is what we share,
and what have you shared?
I bounce around soundproof dark rooms
blind and wild like an untied balloon.
I fall in line with my uniform on
and I lie
Are you nothing unless you have something you can neglect?
Did you really believe you could ever earn their respect?
I'm locking the {wax museum}
no one is getting in.
I DON'T LIKE LOSING CONTROL!
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Tough Names Dallas, Texas
Tough Names is Dallas based film maker Chris Gardner. He is one third of the band Dead VCRs (formerly Tober Omi).
Check out the video for STRANGE BLOOD!! (link in bio)
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