1. |
Hey
04:01
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A warrior’s heart just might beat
Inside my chest
Don’t know why I’m so strange
What’s different
I want to want, to stand with you
In peaceful protest
But when my words don’t cut through
I get too restless
Wanna burn it down set it on fire
Suck the marrow out of its bones
Rip its face off, wear its blood as make up
Sing the song that goes unsung
Some people were built for violence
It’s the poetry of problem solving
All I want is a little bit of silence…
Hey
Wanna burn it down set it on fire
Suck the marrow out of its bones
Rip its face off, wear its blood as make up
Sing the song that goes unsung
Wanna burn it down set it on fire
Suck the marrow out of its bones
Rip its face off, wear its blood as make up
Sing the song that goes unsung
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2. |
End Times
04:58
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Push up right against the edge because it's dangerous
I swear to god there's got to be something wrong with us
No no no no no no
We're not done
We're not done here yet
Taking notes, taking notice, like it's something new
We're in so deep, so tied up. The only way is through
Go go go go go go
We're not done
We're not done here yet
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
End times are coming
Half way to half way
Arguing fiction
Some things are fucked up
Don't hit the kill switch
Push up right against the edge because we're dangerous
You can't unsee, you can't unhear, what comes out of us
No no no no no no
We're not done
We're not done here yet
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
End times are coming
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3. |
Confessions
03:58
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Your skin
your skin is so soft
Soft as sand paper
You rip it off,
You rip it off and feel
Cheated of armor
Confessing there's cracks in the mortor
These broken bones healed out of order
Your problems,
Your problems are so small
Small enough to choke on
Where's your words?
Where's your words,
That bring you closer to comfort
Confessing there's cracks in the mortor
These broken bones healed out of order
Your problems
Your problems
Your problem
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4. |
Sweet & Sleazy
03:24
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Move baby, move
Make me call out your name
I said move baby move
Please don’t make me beg
Cuz the night is coming
And I have got to be saved
Tell me baby please
What’s your favorite flavor
Cuz you’re wearing those jeans
Like you do them a favor
Oh it’s Sweet and Sleazy
It’s momma’s favorite game
Move baby, move
Make me call out your name
I said move baby move
Please don’t make me beg
Oh it’s sweet and sleazy
It’s momma’s favorite game
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5. |
News Feed
03:45
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Rising tide of the street lights
Have you come here to die to tonight?
Not by gun, not by knife
One misfired synapse at a time
Cutting low
The bathroom wall is cleaner than my newsfeed
Take it all in and watch my eyes bleed
There's a hole, where there should be a belief
If you've got the cause, I've got the money, I've got the money
Cutting low
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
No one is coming to save you
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
No one is coming to save you
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
No one is coming to save you
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Brother Sister Hex Denver, Colorado
Brother Sister Hex's heavy fuzz garage rock sound will will bring to mind touches of the down-tuned, dusty, swampy vibes of desert, stoner, and sludge rock; combined with the bluesy rawness and attitude of the 21st century garage rock revival. All bolstered with the grungy, noisy, fuzzy tones of early 90s alternative and the layered, moody and enigmatic sound of Radiohead. ... more
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