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Underneath the rubble, your souls exist
Atop the hill to radio wave bliss
Broadcasting the screams and wails of ancestors past
Chorus:
Gives a whole new meaning to the static feedback
Bodies rotting under roads paved black
Who do you love?
And what makes you kill?
Broadcasting live from Vision Hill
Colonizing coffins, bad neighbours, dream catchers
You’ll never know the truth
Honestly, can’t we do better?
Unfolding the same story forever and ever
Chorus
The smell of gold in the mist
Burial ground without peace
They’ll put up some cash and sell you a scene
Chorus
The spiritual waters are shallow
The towers are tall, they say don’t bother
But you can, if you try
Paving your way, paying your way
At the place at the end of the rapids!
Forever and ever and ever and ever…
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TV PARTY
03:09
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Heads up!
TV slut
Yea, me too!
TV til I’m blue
Low mood?
You need TV food
Channel 6, man, fall on my face it is time to do a keg stand
Not like High Tide
Orgy, Suicide
Grandma had a wave to ride
But the new ideas have died
Dizzy?
Get busy!
Make love to it.
Anything for a hit!
I jump up.
I strut my stuff
TV is vain, we need water it starts to rain but…
Not like high tide
Wasted, they hide
No longer do we ask why
So to change we wave goodbye
Fresh...
Drink up!
You're out of luck
Succexy, all dead irony
It's quick sand,
Make-up TV land
Call my bluff,
The time has come to shut that shit off!
Not like high tide
Fuck it, I tried
Apathy will leave you dry
The vain will drown and die
The waves are crashing,
it's hard to breathe
Too much static,
can't see my dream
I'd die for you,
but you just live for the screen
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Bruxism
03:03
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Open up those droopy eyelids and see them whine
She turned to her and asked "girl, what’s on your mind?”
The girl was way down, she said “it’s time for a line!”
But don’t do lines!
Cuz they make your teeth grind
Chicken heads and speed freaks out on the prowl
Meet me back at the hotel an hour from now
You asked me how to get there and I’ll show you how
It’s the cat’s meow
Don’t be sour
DON’T BE SOUR!
It’s backwards
The dance of the flash floor
But it’s time to cut the cord
Jump forward.
Crump til your ass hurts
Wiggle like a worm
Bright like a Christmas tree
Telly making history
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Feeder Road
03:13
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Follow you down to your canine pit
To the feeding point, that’s when we see it
Parallel hearts that rarely meet
Not until the feeding point do we touch feet
Sometimes on a Saturday night
Often the vibe is just right
Grab a partner and scan them over
Migraine pressure, red rover
And the weather is volatile
Bask in the glory of the sunshine while you still can
Bask in your presence
Wait for the light
Darling your charm miscarries the night
My heels are too tight
Wait for the night and…
Loosen…
The lead up is grueling
But it's no one's fault
Soon we'll be together
The walking dead halt
And cry for their mothers
You can see them in the stands
Conveyor belt congregation
A thousand horses dormant and waiting
Feed me to your fantasy
Line them up for slaughter
Molotov birthday party
Recess forever
Television never
Loosen...
Eyes on the prize
Too busy to realize
Empty-hearted, it never started
It never will too
I've been a fool for you
Keep it down,
Take a breath,
and play that song.
to death!
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//High Tide//
00:28
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The Squares
05:29
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The mad dogs are running free
Didn’t understand that we were the normal ones
So I guess the meat won
Been a thousand years since freedom died
No sun today
The sunless chapter that no one believes in
A mix-matched degenerate army
It’s disgusting, kick it around
What’s it to me?
Something real, something to believe in
A paper bag that I can breathe in
The reason why the squares are leaving
Catch your dream
Is she horny?
Is she tall?
Did she love him and what’s she running from?
She knows we want to lynch someone
She’s disgusting, kick her around
Someone was singing in the background
Heads up, the hacks are on the way
Take all the bad people up to Springfield
Beat them up and chain them to happiness
It’s a shame that the squares wrote the blacklist
Time for the revolution of the classless
Lock it up in case there’s a crash, hun
Another bust and it won’t be the last one
Catch your dream
No sun today
Been a thousand years and I’m so tired
What’s she running from?
I guess they really got me too
What’s it to me?
Something real, something to believe in
Time for the revolution of the classless
Someone was singing in the background…
Catch your dream
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Don’t fret, there’s no glory
Everything is temporary
This too shall pass
Hold the laughing gas
Will the sun rise in time?
Never be sorry, gurl
Hold yer head high
Feel your toes in the grass
Honeybear, don’t be crass
It takes two to fly
Ahhhhhh
Hula-hoop dream
Poem written and performed by Erin McLaughlin:
Fall forwards
And you're wasted
Into oblivion
Star speckled face of the universe
Fall backwards
Towards your fading history
Drown in muted memories
Or cravings for your earliest life
Fall forwards
You're sinking into a void
Of nothingness
of knowlessness
It will steal away your sight
Trick you into thinking
you're getting closer to it
The most complex mirage
Stretching forward
As you chase the end
Not realizing that the end
Doesn't exist
Stand stagnant
All is moving quickly still
But the quickness is calm
Your bare feet steady on a stone in a stream
Time and space rushing past you
Drenching your skin the hem of your pants
Yanking your arms back
And arresting you
Nothing but darkness ahead of you
you're staring into a vacuum
Shadowy recollections behind you Diluted images
But vivid surrounds you
And you realize that time and space
Can be redirected
Simply by standing still
Let nothing remain below you
Stand not on the earth but in the stars
And be free
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8. |
Banshee Cypher
04:53
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Hooked up to the I.V.
Honey, quit your starin’
Lost my warmth for the promise of bliss
Low hanging fruit you can see in the distance
Don’t listen to a half-cocked smile
Loose the jacket crocodile
Cog of the dark cloud in the end
Spread your wings, dissident!
Break yourself and start again
The night is passing by, my friend
I’m not the killing type but your love’s lived past the hype
Milked and ostracized
You’re the server and the platter of lies
Wash your hands, watch it all fall
Film plot ending, sneak a peak through the wall
Take a step inside this practical home of mine
Hook sink and swallow, the bigger the bone the more hollow
Break yourself and start again
The night is passing by, my friend
I’m not the killing type but your love’s lived past the hype
Break! Your! Self!
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9. |
Sweat it Out
05:22
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There’s a chemical solution
For the nightmare you’ve been living
A pill to make the monsters go away
A solution to the problem
A reboot for your memory
Available today
Sweat it out, sweat it out!
Ahhhhhhh oooooooooo
Nerves and muscles tense and slacken
Stimulation over coming
All the doubts and all the worries
as you slip into your skin
The past is just a blur
And the future is an animal
All the blood and sweat and glory,
softens skin
Sweat it out, sweat it out!
Ahhhhhhh oooooooooo
Outro
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Television Rd Peterborough, Ontario
TV Rd is an off-kilter rock experiment with a taste for the surreal and a free-wheeling sense of fun
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