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Look Alive
03:31
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King shark; dead Sea.
Polish your trophy
Couldn't earn a smile in any other pond.
Speed freak; let's turn him “neat”
Reaper will never get to me
Find a plot and catch up on some sleep
“Honey, don't force it. That shit is played out.”
But she can't afford to see how it plays out
You wouldn't ignore a punch in the face
But the smell of death from our neighbor’s house should dissipate any day.
Wash, rinse, repeat. Baby's in the kitchen sink.
Crying ‘cause a watched pot never cools.
It's hard to defend what you never had said
Safer to agree when he insists
“Honey, don't force it. That shit is played out.”
But she can't afford to see how it plays out
You wouldn't ignore a punch in the face
But the corpses on the street eventually all get hauled away.
Cornered? We’ll see...
Trap door no release
While we were playing games the villain got away.
Error apparent, how much to repair it?
Keep the change I'll only lose it.
What higher forces can show me the way out?
I can't believe the way that it played out
I cannot hide my battered face
So I better look alive since you won't look away
Look alive don't look away
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2. |
Stick Around
03:58
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Put your love on powerdrive
It’s an overkill override
Take your warm regards, freeze them all
You won’t need them at your funeral
All we want is contradictory
The further we go, the less we know
You think it’s over but you’ve got more life
You grow a back around the knife
You might think you’re delusional
You may say you’re delusional
But it’s just that demon’s voice on your radio
Three empty calorie centuries
Three hundred million walking phonies
You can drive with both pedals down
But when it’s time to leave you stick around
You might think you’re delusional
You may say you’re delusional
But it’s just that demon’s voice on your radio
It’s got you swaying in the afterglow
It’s got you fainting in the afterglow
It’s just the oldest song with the words you know
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3. |
Kathy
05:22
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Kathy’s in the city tonight
The backlit signs appeal to her market demographic slice
Last boy never treated her right
Kathy’s not some hill to conquer
He learned it from his father
“Boy, you only beat the nightmare by becoming the monster”
Spring is in bloom
I'm hoping to take root
“Have I seen you around before?”
“Unlikely, staring at the floor”
The laughter’s filled with pity
I don't care, I picked the right night to hit the city
Saddled with the weight of these tired traditions
The same old psalm fits the same old mission
At some point it all starts to lose its sheen
Right there basking in the glow of her mobile device
Kathy sighs while the content reflects off of her eyes
My little lighthouse turns me away in the night
An impression to behold
Brittle as a plaster mold
Shattered by expectations
Here's a lesson in expectations:
In New Orleans there are no basements
If there's one thing that Kathy imparted to me:
In New Orleans, there are no basements.
You call this device an upgrade?
Every pixel exaggerates my age
Those lines don't go that way
It's got the lines all out of place
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4. |
Grey On Grey
03:12
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I wanna wake up, panting from a night of thrills
I wanna greet the sun with dark glasses and pills
But it's hard to be depraved with only cloudy days
You wake up cold, drugs dissolved in the rain
Got this ironic point of view, but it's a sorry excuse
For the distance that these points of view could use
So we shook off some moss. Heathen tourism, at what cost?
Silhouettes can't serve as the guides I need to navigate in this much dark.
I look out the window, there's not much to see but half a reflection of me
The cracks in the window, the glass shards at my feet; I'd bear that sting if you'd only
Share in it with me.
The raindrops are committing cult suicide
And all we can do is to run for cover and hide
But there's a stubbornness the body holds over the conscience
I'm soaked to the bone. And you said this would be fun
I look out the window, there's not much to see but half a reflection of me
The cracks in the window, the glass shards at my feet; I'd bear that sting if you'd only
Share in it with me.
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5. |
Power Ad
05:28
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I don't know who laughs the most
I don't know who’s in the big tree
I don't know about macrame
I'm pretty sure it's all a big dream
Going faster, comes up last
Broken weavings in the pattern
A shiny object lying flat
A broken blade can take you further
Frozen angles cost your clay
A sudden noise brings forth a big scream
A lot of love can bring you down sometimes
Enough hugs can turn you upside down
It's an invitation in
come on over four leaf clover
A heart of gold and some chickens out back
You never know
Power ads and TV shows
Left brain/right brain no one knows
Power ads for you to grow
Ways of learning to let go
You never know
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No More Parachutes Portland, Oregon
Nominated by The Deli Magazine as "A Favorite Emerging Portland Artist of 2012."
"No More
Parachutes are conduits of an explosive energy. Through their punk-infused rock anthems the trio showcase a driven kineticism balanced by dynamic arrangements and a youthful nostalgia." - Benjamin Toledo, DELI MAGAZINE
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