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Give It A Rest
02:54
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Could you give it a rest already,
take a look at all the people you've enthralled
Now that your hand's unsteady
Put the pen to paper mr. know it all
It's too late now to question what we knew was coming fast
A beam of indiscretion woven through your checkered past
But every time you think you know
You're really in the dark
You might light a little candle in your heart
Before you embark
Could you give it a rest already
Take a look at all the people you've enthralled
Now that your hand's unsteady
Put the pen to paper mr. know it all
Mr. Indecision drove his car into a wall
As he lay dying, contemplating
Who he'd like to call
They swept the pieces up
And lay a ribbon on the ground
Now the strangers scatter flowers all around
But don't make a sound
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2. |
Under Glass
03:40
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3. |
Remote Control Soul
02:46
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I talk to people
But I'm not sure if they are
Since I've been told that everybody is a star
Behind the lipstick girl
I overheard her say,
"My friends are dead and gone
But they were born that way"
Remote controlled soul isn't fictional
It's explicitly real
You don't wanna let them hear you say
That you're tired of the way
You're paid to feel
The new atrocity was hanging in the air
Same as the old one but the kids don't seem to care
Cause they can make it cheaper
Than they ever have before
Hands down the waistbands
For the latest painted whore
Remote controlled soul isn't fictional
It's explicitly real
You don't wanna let them hear you say
That you're tired of the way
You're paid to feel
Dear friend,
We are writing to inform you
That your abject failure to conform to
Our exacting standards
And contractual demands
Constitutes a breach of our good faith
This shrinking world is filled with growing seas of trash
Stand in line and wait to toss in all your worthless cash
You can work forever on until you're finally snuffed
And they'll deny you at the gates
Cause you don't have enough
Remote controlled soul isn't fictional
It's explicitly real
You don't wanna let them hear you say
That you're tired of the way
You're paid to feel
Dear friend we are writing to inform you
That your abject failure to conform to
Our exacting standards and contractual demands
Constitutes a breach of our good faith
So sad but it's so true
That it could be me
And it could be you
And who'd kill who for their name in lights
Text your votes
Tune in tonight
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4. |
Life On Fire
04:20
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Calling Father Doran
In the long black boots
Can you see the forest for the trees
The gallows for the noose
Do you understand the vow you've taken?
Realize the risk you run in breaking it?
Whoa are you faking?
See everyone's a criminal
In one way or the other
Like the clergy making footprints
In the sand with their young lovers
While the papacy is slapping wrists
The other hand is doling out the eucharist
The lovers and liars
Eventually will wither and retire
If this is the sum of your desires
It's your life on fire
Place your hand upon your heart
Salute the corporation
That is sweeping out the last remains
Of your imagination
While you're licensing your family name
Keep one eye on your neighbors
As they do the same
The stars and stripes are making room
For ad space on the border
So your presidents and parliament
They come made to order
Are you listening on judgement day
For them to call your man?
With his white gloves and his
South American tan
Now's the time when I, the singer
Feed you affirmations
That every choice you make in life
Will lead to celebration
Everything you want and more
Let your whole life be a motherfuckin
Candy store
The lovers and liars
Eventually will wither and retire
If this is the sum of your desires
It's your life on fire
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The Nite Flites Boston, Massachusetts
The Nite Flites are a four piece rock band from the south shore of Massachusetts. Drawing from the influence of bands such as the Beatles, Elvis Costello, and David Bowie, we've distilled a distinct, exciting sound.
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