1. |
Damage Done
01:11
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Instrumental
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2. |
Jungle Out There
03:12
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the man in the box gets me every time
it’s a jungle out there you’re better off inside
avoid the rain
the man in the box has it all worked out
dim all your lights and have a look what we’ve got
lined up just for you
let me hear your voice
let me hear your voice
can you hear all the noise
in the jungle out there
the face in the mirror gets me every time
you look so alike but you may never be mine
not on this side
the eyes in the mirror are looking right through me
the line goes dead as the picture fades
and I have no reply
let me hear your voice
let me hear your voice
can you hear all the noise
in the jungle out there
I know how to cut this trail
tell a hotel from a jail
I know how to fill my lungs
together with everyone
we run in the jungle out there
let me hear your voice
let me hear your voice
can you hear all the noise
in the jungle out there
let me hear your voice
let me hear your voice
it’s a jungle out there
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3. |
Disappear
03:17
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Can I rest my wings in your neighbourhood
I’m a traveled man and well misunderstood
While the kids arrange little piles of dirt
Can I leave you boxes of unrequited words
Sleep away daylight in all its splendid greed
Slip into night time and prowling the streets
Why don’t you come with me out to the rocky beach
I saw a stranded whale there disappear
I’m a piece of art ascending without sound
Can you keep me real can you tie me to the ground
When the pistol goes I’m flying with the birds
Drowning all your sorrows in unrequited words
Sleep away daylight in all its splendid greed
Slip into night time and prowling the streets
Why don’t you come with me out to the rocky beach
I saw a stranded whale there disappear
Daylight
Sleep away daylight
Why don’t you come with me out to the rocky beach
I saw a stranded whale there
Sleep away daylight in all its splendid greed
Slip into night time and prowling the streets
Why don’t you come with me out to the rocky beach
I saw a stranded whale there disappear disappear
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4. |
Take It From Me
04:29
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This is their beautiful house
and it makes them really proud
if they only had time
to sit down and drink some wine
and he opens the fridge and it is empty
and she sits by the fire and it is cold
and he looks out the window feeling sorry
for the architecture of their world
life will never let you off
it will never let you off
Why won’t you take it from me?
Is it not good enough?
Why won’t you take it from me?
Is it not love?
This is their beautiful home
no they don’t believe in garden gnomes
but of course you just need one or two for the children
and this shopping bag seems rather heavy
but that’s just such a small price to pay
yeah they consider themselves really lucky
there are always enough things to do
life will never let you off
it will never let you off
Why won’t you take it from me?
Am I not worthy enough?
Why won’t you take it from me?
Is pity all you have?
she's given it everything
but it looks like you’re not ready
she's given it one hundred percent
but it looks like you’re just not ready
for suburban heaven
for suburban heaven
(life will never let you off)
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5. |
Antidote
02:40
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this is one of the saddest stories I have ever known
saddest thing about this story is that it is my own
I am working over time on my undersized granite gravestone
all alone
this is one of the saddest movies that I have ever seen
the saddest thing about the movie is it will never screen
a figment of my imagination mixed with a dose of self-flagellation
and irritation
perhaps the main character is acting out of character
and perhaps the towers of babylon were never meant to last all that long
this is one of the saddest songs I ever wrote
the sadness trickles down from the stem of every note
tomorrow I will look like a selfish idiot and quickly write the antidote
the antidote
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6. |
Parallel Lines
03:24
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there's a sound by the door
and a face that I haven't seen
for a long long time
you’ve been out in the cold
wondering why the lights went out
such a long long time
throw a log on the fire
and let the heat devour us
for a long long time
personalities
and all their possibilities
flashing memories
and fucked up opportunities
opportunities
we are aligned in space and time
circling the sun on parallel lines
you've always been with me
in my days and in my dreams
for a long long time
in this moribund ship
I've been caught up in your seas
for a long long time
personalities
and all their possibilities
flashing memories
and fucked up opportunities
opportunities
we are aligned in space and time
circling the sun on parallel lines
we crash and burn
we leave and we learn
we never return
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7. |
Script Of A Crisis
04:22
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can you read the danger signs on the horizon
the lunatic cowboys have gone for a ride
across the border buildings are burning
yet we all have alibis
we’re all sanitized
all desensitized
an army of paraplegic observers
with our bellies full and our empty hearts
is this our fate or who done it
is it all justified or who is to blame
but it's all the same
but it's all the same
nothing will change
nothing will change
nothing will change in the script of a crisis
it is all arranged
we’re fully engaged
we’re wasting moments by saving seconds
we fear our future and regret our past
is it our fate or who done it
is this our punishment or will we get away
at the end of the day
it is all the same
nothing will change
nothing will change
nothing will change in the script of a crisis
it is all arranged
we’re fully engaged
is this our fate or who done it
is it all justified or who is to blame
nothing will change
nothing will change
nothing will change in the script of a crisis
it is all arranged
we’re fully engaged
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8. |
Comfortable
03:00
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naked beaten prisoners
ever ready cameras
casting pictures in my face
bloodstains on my dinner plate
it’s so comfortable in here
as they storm the corridors
bodies falling to the floor
victim numbers escalate
let’s cut to a commercial break
it’s so comfortable in here
want another beer just come and tell me
twenty minute slice remote control me
grab another gun and entertain me
kill another man make it look easy
watch the little faces smile
with yellow fly-infested eyes
millions squatting in the dirt
chocolate crumbles on my shirt
it’s so comfortable in here
it’s so fucking comfortable in here
want another beer just come and tell me
twenty minute slice remote control me
drop another bomb and entertain me
kill another man make it look easy
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9. |
Keep The Picture
03:07
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I have buried a corpse in the ground
It lies deep and may never be found
I’ve forgotten who it is that I killed
Have no memory of the deed itself
Keep the picture of us in that funny frame
In the dead of the night I went out
Found a place where no-one was about
My hands hurt from digging so fast
When the soil swallowed up my past
Keep the picture of us in that funny frame
I kept silent, laid low for some time
Carried the shame and avoided the light
Couldn’t risk looking you in the eye
Couldn’t break the shell though many times I tried
Keep the picture of us in that funny frame
Now they are building a road in that place
There’s no telling of the dread I face
When the bones stick out from the ground
Will the perpetrator finally stand proud
Keep the picture of us in that funny frame
Because I will never be the same
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10. |
Together In Isolation
04:20
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My world is on fire
I wound up a thief and a liar
You lead the procession
Proclaiming my decapitation
I don’t know what has taken
Hold of you
I don’t – I don’t have a clue
What has been hollowing you
What were you thinking
My world is on fire
It’s coming right down to the wire
To follow your writing
Sometimes appears so inviting
Should we meet among those ruins
Just me and you
Should I – should I have eschewed
What has been hollowing you
What was I thinking
There’s no consolation
In shutting down communication
No negotiations
We’re together in isolation
What were we thinking
We’re together in isolation
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11. |
Tunnel Vision
03:23
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Staying up late I’m taking some time out
Caught in a state with nowhere to sign off
Tomorrow can wait I need to finish off
What I began
But then there’s this look on your face and I get tunnel vision
Necessity assassinating me
I cannot find a place to be safe from my indecision
Reality alienating me
Closing my eyes I can see pictures
From out of the dark comes beautiful fiction
Of being adrift in clouds of ill-conceived imagery
But then there’s this look on your face and it’s all tunnel vision
Intensity intoxicating me
I cannot find a place to be safe from my indecision
Anxiety annihilating me
Tunnel vision
Futility humiliating me
It’s sucking me through the tube of my tunnel vision
Proximity intoxicating me
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12. |
Hero Parade
05:09
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father - this is a bad dream
mother – don’t make him angry
children – lined up in the hallway
listen – here come the war planes
they come and go – this is just so
we take the blow – the cancer grows
so many lies spoken
so many spines broken
in the night
so many times woken
to watch the late night hero parade
father – where is your buffer
mother – to live is to suffer
children – keep quiet about it
people - they always gossip
it comes in waves like wind on graves
beneath the skin the cancer wins
so many lies spoken
so many spines broken
in the night
so many times woken
to watch the late night hero parade
what’s bothering me
solid doors and jangling keys
cannot concentrate
too many damaged heroes of late
what’s wrong with me
solid doors and jangling keys
why am I afraid
of limping cripples in the hero parade
father – the world war is over
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13. |
Phoenix
04:43
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Even when all the light is gone
I can still watch the setting sun
And I will
Even when all my strength is gone
I can still fight for days to come
And I will
Even though I was left behind
Cards I was dealt were not so kind
Even though I was rendered blind
What I was out for I could not find
But I will
Yeah I will
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The Electric Era Auckland, New Zealand
The Electric Era is a three-piece indie band from Auckland, New Zealand. Their self-proclaimed Antipodean Anti-gloss Pop has
been compared to seminal New Zealand bands such as The Clean, The Chills and The Verlaines, as well as English acts The Smiths and The Cure. They also claim David Bowie, Joy Division, Wire and Magazine as their sonic godfathers.
Leal (bs, bvs), Anna (dr), Karsten (voc, gat)
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