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Goodnight, Big Nurse
03:38
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Close your eyes, say goodnight
Go dark and deep
My circuit dreams and wiring
Will keep you safe from me
By the way, I didn’t take my pills today
These padded walls and medicine
A cage for your machine
And while you sleep, I won’t leave,
This feather needs a wing
By the way, my mind just flew away
Open eyed, and doll-eyed blind
But I know you’re near
My screams become a battle cry
That I know you’ll hear
By the way, by the way
Fly away, fly away
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2. |
I Wanna Start a Riot
02:37
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I wanna start a riot
come kicking in your door
I’m a vast machine
I’m a guillotine
Yeah, heads will roll.
I wanna start a riot
I wanna tear it down
I wanna put you all
Up against the wall
I wanna trash this town.
I wanna start a riot
And get you by the neck
You’re a dog to me
On a Prada leash
I wanna make you beg
When we come for you in the dark of night.
And your empty prayers won’t make it right.
Feel it now, your throat is tight.
I wanna start a riot, I wanna tear it down
I wanna turn the screws
I wanna bury you
In the cold dark ground.
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3. |
Suicide Smile
03:23
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Was I asleep? I dreamed I woke
The knife went deep, the words she spoke
And back at the Hotel Paris I sang a fond farewell
I drank a dozen more and jumped into the wishing well
I burned the note she sent me, breathed in the swaggering air
With all good taste and breeding hidden in my style she didn’t care
So I put a bullet in a letter
Turned by back and sealed my fate
Lit a match and threw it on the fire
With a suicide smile
Am I a man of flesh and bone
Resigned in silent spite reborn?
I stood there crushed and fallen, revolted and confused
And I believe I smiled and quietly bid her adieu
Drowning in saloony-bins, then, careening down the stairs
I lay there cut and bleeding, throwing empty punches in the air
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4. |
No Alarm
04:19
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Behind your back, the back room deals
Behind your back the world reels
But you don't turn around- turn around
No you don't turn around- turn around
Eyes on the ground, everyone’s
Eyes on me, everyone
alarm no alarm no alarm
alarm no alarm no alarm
The bullets will be poured, the bullets will be poured
In the ground in the ground, in the ground
Now
Make your grave, make us proud
Anything, but make a sound
No you don’t make a sound
Make a sound
You don’t make a sound
Eyes on the ground, everyone’s
Eyes on me, everyone
Alarm, no alarm, no alarm
Alarm, no alarm, no alarm
The bullets will be poured,
The bullets will be poured
And we don’t need a prophet
If we can make the profit
And you don’t know me
If you don’t think I’ll fight
You’re wrong
So wrong
Behind your back, the back room deals
Behind your back the world reels
But you don't turn around turn around
No you don't turn around turn around
The bullets will be poured
The bullets will be poured
The bullets will be poured
[I lie
Why would I lie?]
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5. |
Apocalypse Waltz
03:30
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Come gather round all you good girls and boys
For stories and candy and fun
For ponies and rainbows and rooms full of toys
All of the things that you love
All of the animals in two-by-two
Every worm, every dove
What more could you hope for
A big floating zoo, with all of the things that you love?
Oh God loves his children
He’ll give you rainy days, raincoats to wear
Dark cloudy skies up above
He’ll give you hurricanes and earthquakes to spare
All of the things that you love
Pestilence, brimstone, and hellfire rain
Ashes to ash, dust to dust
You got what you asked for, so bow down and pray
For all of the things that you love
Is this what you wanted, a world full of pain?
The end of the things that you love
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6. |
World in Reverse
03:02
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Faces lose focus
slowly at first
She’s going round
the world in reverse
He plays in odd ways
Candy for one
Shadows
Under the sun
One moves
One’s still
One’s fake
One’s real
Worn down revelation
A revolution closer to how she feels
Faces lose focus
darkness and dirt
She’s going round
the world in reverse
Magdalene in torn jeans
Makeup and mud
Lose touch and
Buttons undone
Over and over, over and over….
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7. |
Sympathetic
04:12
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When you go to sleep do you dream of me?
Laying with you, sympathetic
Shaking like a tree, dig your roots in deep
All around you sympathetic
Maybe we can reach each other
Till then we all have to question why
These things, so hard to discover,
Is every look a lie?
Strangers on the street, when our glances meet
And I see you, sympathetic
Never know your name, but I know we’re the same
Standing with you, sympathetic
Someday maybe we’ll talk it over
And say that I suffer with you, friend
We can’t become another
Hold me and pretend that the world won’t end
Forget my name, it’s all the same
Lonely melody, soon it starts to creep
Down inside you, sympathetic
Love your enemy, bitter irony
Can’t deny it, sympathetic
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8. |
Red is the Color
03:02
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Wake up in a stranger's bed
Tangled in sheets and flashes of red
Someone, lying beside me
What’s their name, was I inside?
Did I do things I want to forget?
Was it another beautiful mess?
The bleeding dawn, is feeding on
The rest of me
Oh, this is a night to remember
Red is the color of surrender
I will drink you in
Let the requiem begin
You’ve got the look of losing your way
Everything perfect, but in the wrong place
Let me in, let’s erase
the sun, every ray
We’ll be here for years and years
Bury the days and disappear
I’ll drain you, the pain will
Will fade away
Oh, this is a night to remember
Red is the color of surrender
I will drink you in
Let the requiem begin
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9. |
Through the Wall
03:41
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Voices in the hall
A punch and then a fall
I always thought she was untouchable
In a whiskey glass
A scream and then a crash
The smoke, the ash: untouchable
And through the wall I hear them yell
But in my head is “2112”
Trying to find a way to get out
Voices in the hall
Echo sirens call
And now she was untouchable
You found the key and opened the door
You found me there, alone on the floor
You found me out
You found me
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Part I
The whisper machine
Inside your head
Is telling you it’s time
Memories beat a slow retreat
But you still hold the line
The picture machine
Behind your eyes
Flickers and lies
Are they stars in a dark sky?
Are you outside, hidden, under fire?
And the bleeding machine carries on
Like soldiers marching into the dawn
The bleeding machine carries on
You’re in front of me
But you're already gone
The whisper machine
Beside your bed
Is a jet stream, takes you high
A voice in the night, you’re back in flight
Soaring through the wild
And the bleeding machine carries on
Like soldiers marching into the dawn
The bleeding machine carries on
You’re in front of me
But you're already gone
Sometimes it’s hard to recall your face
All I can see is a random array
Like photos torn and suspended in air
I miss you come back to me
I miss you come back to me
Part II
A tire swings, a tractor brays
A gift of grass, thanks I’m okay
These are things that I will keep
Inside the cage of memory
So don’t feel blue
A tangled mess of Christmas lights
A lousy swing, a winning smile
It makes sense to you and me
A secret code in history
So don’t feel blue
St John finds some cash
In a holy mess of leaves
A sled on a terror
And the spaceman fights a bee
The queen of hearts leaves early
A cake melts in the sun
A ranger found her way
Following no one
Part III
So don’t feel blue
We’re only gone for
years and years and then
We’re shoving right off for home
Shoving right off for home, again.
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Sub Lights New York, New York
The New York City duo Sub Lights launched their indie electronic psych-pop project out of the bedroom and onto the stage in the fall of 2021. After a lot of late nights, early mornings, variously enhanced psychic explorations, along with heavy doses of political consciousness, “Medicine,” emerged as a definitive musical statement—equal parts song-driven and sonically expansive. ... more
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