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I Think They Try
02:12
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This is the dead horse, being beaten. This is over saturation; your contribution. Here are your emotions, no go through them. This commercial themselves this much. We watched the record, and the record was bad. You did a half-assed job, but we wanted all you had. We may as well be watching TV with our hands in our pockets, taking them out to clap.
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Other People's Dishes
02:08
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You moved out with kite-high ideals, but your pulled back on a shoestring by silly, silly stresses and pettiest of petty messes. And you can't sleep at night because the radio's on, over and over, again and again. Living large, doing other people's dishes. You wash it all down the drain while the night sky looks so expansive. Expansive and promising, but vast and scary. Things get worse when you think they should be getting better. This world's so breathtaking with it's insane beauty, but you feel like you've been punched in the stomach by the repercussions of the lack of discussion. Wide open, Orion is beckoning.
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Do you remember when things were fresh and new and you had a feeling like something was going on? You based your whole life around it, and it didn't matter because it was all you thought of anyway. Things could still be that way. You could make it happen, just like that, every single day. You don't have to shed new light, you can shed the same beam on new things. Go ahead and try it, you'll illuminate yourself. Do it. I've been a doubter myself. Do it.
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There Are Spies Among Us
02:57
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I won't tell. The room is bugged and tape is rolling. It's hysteria whispered under our breath. I'll keep it brief, you know if they're watching me. How can I pledge allegiance to a machine with blades fit to cut me down? The puzzle's not as hard as they want us to think and its falling into place. As the stock goes up, they'll buy and sell us all. So we muttered a word below our breath, dark and with contempt. False loyalty is all you'll get from me. Don't you think I know that you're watching me? I won't tell. I've just now opened my eyes. There are spies among us. You can't use my back as a footstool towards the corporate ladder and you'll never know if the knife in your back is mine.
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Crybaby Lane
03:35
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I'm living in the hub of this town long after everything has burned right on down. The fire melted the polyester and wind blew ashes in my face. I'm living on Crybaby Lane. You can still hear the orphans cry, and the wind blows that much colder when it comes around the corner from Bluebird Way. The charred wood cracks underfoot (causing lockjaw) and the rusty nails poke through (that should have held it together). Causing lockjaw. Causing tetanus.
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Instrumentsone
02:00
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The "Yes" Men
04:31
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Two days ago I cried because everything was changing and I couldn't stand it at all. Yesterday I threw my hands up in distress because nothing changed anymore and I imagined myself stuck in this contortion until my muscles cramped and finally atrophied. We are the "yes" men, because it's how we've always been; running in place with our eyes closed. We are the "yes" men, except when we say "Nothing's wrong. No, no, nothing's wrong." We are the "yes" men, sitting around speaking of idealized times, stuck in selective memory. The petals of rose colored lenses are like blinders when you have them on. Do you see the cat? Do you see the cradle? When you don't interact, it's easy to get along. Everything you've never confronted is waiting outside your door. Today is the day you're gonna catch up with every lie you've ever believed. I'm tired of playing dead to all my problems, but I can't be alive every day. I'm sorry for everything I left unsaid, that I compensated for in clipped conversation and rolling eyes. I apologize.
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SixFourNineFive
02:00
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Today I saw something that broke my pathetic heart; the interstate on-ramp was blocked off for construction and the streets on the detour were all one way, making getting out discouragingly hard. Today I saw something that summed up the town in a glance; a pick-up with a dixie flag and a flat tire, parked in front of an abandoned building. A closed mind in a stationary person. Broken down, going nowhere. I've been walking on Grace St. for the last six years, watching the rain come down on empty bottles, then sparkle away like shards of glass; going down the gutter but not taking anything with it. Sometimes I think nothing is new anymore. I'll swear up and down nothing can be redefined. The sun rises in the east over lost souls and it shines over southside's broken hearts.
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Reality-Based TV
03:30
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What else do we need? We've got reality-based TV and wall-to-wall, central air. What else do we need? We can live vicariously through a life we're told is far more exciting. I spy something. There's nothing left to say, I'm content here. What a colorful existence! We have so many choices for what we can do! What is your perception? How is your reception? We've got a thousand ways to die in the next thirty minutes; I've got all the thrills and pills I need.
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It gives a whole new meaning to "breaking down the walls" when they're made of glass and you can see right through them. These walls have ears and theses walls have eyes and if they could speak, all they'd say was "Shut up (stained glass breaks inwards)!" Until they were tinted blue in the face. So, rocks are thrown in the form of innocent conjecture and cloying nausea in the pit of your stomach, that you clutch with sweaty palms, doubled over in self-righteous pain. And if these walls could talk, all they'd say was "Welcome home." Your eyes are squinted. You can't see the cracks in the walls. You can't see the forest for the trees, coming down around you. Calling "Timber," falling down around you.
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Light the Fuse and Run Richmond, Virginia
Light the Fuse and Run was a band from 2000 - 2003. In that time, we released four records, and played 230 shows in 135 different cities, 39 different states, and 11 different countries. These are our songs.
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