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Bedroom Lights
02:59
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Last night
You were in my sights
Then, you disappeared
Fate’s resigned
I know it’s unkind
This room appears austere
Bedroom lights, magnetic eyes
Kerosene, please make me clean
There’s a lightshow from your window
But it’s not the end, well don’t you know
Thoughts confined
By them I don’t define
My actions are sincere
Bedroom lights
I see them in my mind
They flicker, then reappear
Bedroom lights, magnetic eyes
Kerosene, please make me clean
There’s a lightshow from your window
But it’s not the end, well don’t you know
Lady, dance in the flames
Until there's no remains
Put me out with the fire
Let's burn out, let's burn out
Afraid, your voice starts to fade
Your body has decayed
Put me out with the fire
Let's burn out, let's burn out
Bedroom lights, magnetic eyes
Kerosene, please make me clean
There’s a lightshow from your window
But it’s not the end, well don’t you know
Lady, dance in the flames
Until there's no remains
Put me out with the fire
Let's burn out, let's burn out
Afraid, your voice starts to fade
Your body has decayed
Put me out with the fire
Let's burn out, let's burn out
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Disconnection
02:24
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Takes too long to sleep at night
I claw out my eyes
Even though I’d lose my sight
I know it’s unwise
My bones are soaked, my heart is wet
My liver’s turned to ash
Melted through the sheets of blue
I can’t even stand
I feel a disconnection
But your breath is on my skin
I’m half-dead already
I’m half-dead already
Invisible now but don’t know how
To see if I’m blind
You hear what you wanna hear
I don’t think you’re too kind
Lonely ghost, I fear the most
Just run away and hide
Tell yourself that you’re not well
Let me come inside
Sad to say we’re not friends
I can’t remember when
You were on me
You were on me
I feel a disconnection
But your breath is on my skin
I’m half-dead already
I’m half-dead already
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House of Bricks
03:20
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Afterthought, better on than off but truly desolate. Dreamers in a place that's overrun by us.
Losers listening on an overcrowded bus.
Glowing screen, interface interrupts our day to day. The walls are closing in and I am erased.
These fakes are real but I can't feel what you feel
House of bricks, falling over, we can't fix this right kind of wrong, we were never that strong
Eventually, I'd like to meet you eye to eye, confined to me, carrying this weight that's not meant for two.
we've never met so I can't say I know you
the static's loud, this hum is deafening and I can't hear a sound. This image is lost and burning to the ground
You're no one that I want to know, tv snow.
House of bricks, falling over, we can't fix this right kind of wrong, we were never that strong
House of bricks, falling over, we can't fix this right kind of wrong, we were never that strong
House of bricks, falling over, we can't fix this right kind of wrong, we were never that strong
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4. |
The Snow
03:56
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I walked through white quicksand talking to two of my friends. We laughed but I felt sad. For why I couldn't comprehend.
They became dots on a white background, and I saw they began to kiss. Ran over while running out of breath, my hands were clenched into fists.
Grabbed him by the shoulder, but his face I couldn't recognize. The air began to get colder, ran away without meeting your eyes.
The snow drifted down on a blank plain and I felt my feet move fast. The people were all faceless, they were strangers from a different past.
I sprinted through the spaces, my lungs were filled with ice. The building was a beacon, gravitated toward the light.
And I opened the door to the lobby, it was nice and warm inside. The seats were all empty, like I walked into a different time.
Took a seat by the window, as I stretched out on the chair. I looked out at the falling snow. Did nothing else but stare.
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Social Stereo Fremont
Whether out of boredom or necessity, Gabriel Tiburcio had always been interested in creating things. As a little boy, he'd often draw comics with friends during lunch. It's no surprise that he would form a band with several high school friends. Hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, Social Stereo likes loud guitar music. But they like ambient things too. Haunted House Art-Punk? Who knows... ... more
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Energetic and powerful. At times dark and brooding. Good stuff. Oh, and Gabe and Trevor play on a couple of the tracks.
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Rhythm of the Dying World
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Great indie guitar rock. Chris's voice is really unique and instantly recognizable. This EP showcases their ability to rock loud as well as tone it down for the mellower bits.
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