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This song was written on purloined time, while thunder muttered to the north. Tonight the city was alive. New air brought the kids out - even out of adults. The kids are alright, alright with broken plans. The kids are alright, alright with empty hands, and open doors that the night spills through, in a wind to pin you against your wall. It's high time we made good on flirtations and wrapped something around the empty air of our promises. The kids are alright, with talking about doing. The kids are alright with never going, to linger like jilted lovers, cutting the negative spaces, occupied by hearts and hanging around our houses. Your life is what you make of it, and if you're dead, you can't resurrect it.
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There will be time later for staring out windows at clouds shaped like the past. So don't be so contrary, even if you're done hoping that the good times will stay well in your grasp, like sand. It was a Stevie Wonder spring and it'll be a Van Morrison summer. I am but a stranger here, and I'll be gone with the urgency of break lights. I am but a stranger here, and I'll be gone into the widening crack of night to give way to electric blue dawn, humming through windows, and sweet air to remind you of tomorrow.
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Pouring rain is all I see at it engulfs the places we live and breathe. Pouring rain seeps right into your mind to set you adrift on thoughts you never want to have. Pouring rain can't be stopped caused you can't talk to mother nature, and if you could, what would you say to her? Can pouring rain obscure your view of he road? We're driving blind here, telling each other we can see. Look me in the eye, it doesn't matter cause the road is gone. Sometimes it gets so hard that I don't know what to say about it. The words just falter and slip away. Do you ever feel so clueless that you wonder why you're here? The words just falter and slip away.
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There's an Entire World
02:59
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Do you remember late nights at the Snark? Do you recall sneaking out after dark? There's an entire world, and it could be ours. I know the way; you just have to the will to do the things that your parents would dismiss as useless. But their lives are dull, rote and predictable, and in their wettest dreams they'd never envision anything that we manage to revel in. So they can't take anything we have, and they can't try cause they don't understand. And that's the beauty of what we do. A parallel universe owned by me and you. The sacrifices are so minimal that your losses won't even matter. What you give up so bland that you'll never even begin to miss it, or question your last-minute choices. It's beyond your eyelids, imprinted by flashes of light. The Hasty-Tasty, Beanbender's Cafe, Rat, Winston, it's what we could always see. In this city and with this heart, you've been spreading yourself too thin. You're starting to wonder if there's any of you left just for yourself. That hasn't been shared, given away or left in the hands of people that don't care about you, yourself, or anyone else. This is where your heart is happy and your soul finds rest. This is where your heart is happy and your soul finds.
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Coke Owns the Color Red
04:19
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Coke owns the color red. Red is the color of passion. Every time you feel passion, Coke owns you. Evert time you become sparked or inflamed, you've been adopted. Sprite owns the color green. Green is the color of deepest envy. Every time you feel envy, Sprite owns you. Take your pick, but don't take your time. What is the color of satisfaction and security? Can it be invented? Can you be convinced that it's what you're looking at when you see it? You can't own your emotions anymore, but you can be provided with an array of choices. Take your pick, but don't take your time.
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SixFourNineFive
02:04
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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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There are Spies Among Us
02:43
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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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Fairfax
02:43
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My friends' homes don't look like home no more because of housing development over trees. My friends' homes don't look like home no more because of twenty-four hour cell phone activation. New pavement is expanding and connecting suburban areas. Judging by what's happened over the last five years, it sickens me to think what a song like this would describe if it was written ten years down the line. New white paint is reaching for the sky, like paper fingers from an unmade bed.
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Other People's Dishes
01:59
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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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Untitlted
01:18
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COUGH COUGH. Light the Fuse and LAUGH!
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Crybaby Lane
03:19
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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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Rags to riches is over, it's rags to tattered rags. Rags to riches is over, it's riches that just get richer, and jewels that shine with age. The gap between the haves and have nots is getting bigger, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt 'n it's got the logo from my fucking job, and I see it every time I look in the mirror. It looks right back at me, backwards and causing confusion. Six bucks an hour, two weeks ago, six bucks an hour, two years ago, and my rent's gone up. REEAARRRRRGHHHHBLLLLLURRRRRRGGGGGGHH.
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Bob Dylan
02:41
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Dear Landlord, don't put a price on this hole. It's sad to know that after all we've been through, with the break-ins and broken windows, that you could use my security deposit to buy brand new everything for the new tenant. It sucks to bike by and see my $200 used to buy a security system and a new flowerbed after I moved out. Dear Landlord, here's the heart from my soul. After a year as your indentured servant, instead of my own plot of land, I got a new one three blocks away, with new water damage, and the chance to do it again. I can't fucking wait.
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TSNABOG (IAPR)
02:17
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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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Untitled
00:13
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Evan's a dick!
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Northside Serenade
03:02
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You've been living in exile, on top of a manure pile. Where dusk is thick on church building steps at 7pm. Car stereos set off car alarms, 'cos the streets are so narrow. Every day goes by, it's no different, you've thought about every one you know. Just let them slip away boy, just let them slip away. Everyone you know is the new kid in town. Sleep 'til noon, 'cos it helps to kill time.
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Ghost Town (LIVE)
03:37
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We could light the fuse and run. We woe up under the gun, and if you had seen half the shit I've seen in this dead, dead town, you wouldn't hesitate to burn these bridges down. This will be the furthest west we've come. And I wonder what the fuck we're on. And tomorrow we'll wonder what the fuck we've done. We headed straight on highway 58 to Barstow we'll be halfway across the desert before they know. When it's dawn and we're driving into the Sun we'll know exactly what the fuck we've done. This is the furthest west we've come and by know they know just what went on, and I saw what the fuck they're on. We marked our fucking town. We own your ghost town. I've got a secret: this is a call out. It's in the water, and it's in the air.
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I Think They Try (LIVE)
02:17
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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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Untitled (LIVE)
03:04
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Sorry. Hooray!
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May all bridges be burned, so there's to tumble from and nothing to tempt us when we cross with despairing hearts. May all rivers be damned, so there's a dry bed on which to lay, and no current to sweep broken hearts away. No current like the present, which is empty, inhabited by shadows etched in dust and burned to the meat on the back of my hand. This screen is to the past, projected in front of me, playing everything I'd like to edit, to try again, to whisper in my own ear "Every chance can be your last." This is "How to Light a New York City Stove" with care and precision, to scorch frozen hands, and flicker ephemeral, across faces smeared with non-linear American dirt. May love obsess you while death surrounds 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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