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Animals
03:59
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I can’t run with the animals
Smeared and reeking when I get home
Fingers sticky despite my woes
Where am I bleeding from?
Where am I bleeding from?
Where am I bleeding from?
I can’t think under such duress
So I sink my teeth into happiness
Now there’s a tear in your wedding dress
If I’m lonely I’m doing it wrong
Affable as our reasons why
All my plans find their place to die
Where have me demons gone?
They weren’t there when I got home
Only things I still own
Great goddamn… we’re closer than we thought
Gravity’s got the balls for a grandiose discard
One chance to break phenomenal
We ain’t got very long until our crowns are made of stars
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Waking Life
03:35
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We only left to set the sun
He waits for us to fire all pistons, yeah
Of all the beasts that we’ve become
My favorite one still sets the sunlight on fire
Waking life it seems,
Takes place between satellites and settling… We run free
We’re never half as young as yesterday so don’t sleep
Cause the days all rot much faster than we can grieve
What made you happy once won’t make you happy ever again
We only dream to plan escape
Gnaw off the limb before its too late, yea
With all the mist our teeth creates
We can beat feet and put soles to concrete
Up to my neck in what I’ve strangled out of you
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Cemetery Charm
03:39
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Fall out of your spotlight
Almost forget the way it cooks your soul
But you’ll be remembered tonight
Just in time before you get too old
And it’s too much to swallow down
Without a trace of exaggeration
You don’t remember this town, no
However charming it may seem…
They built a playground next to the cemetery
The one where both our youths got buried down
We should’ve stuck around
Cause they can’t breathe underground
Jenny got married on Christmas Eve and Sara never moved too far
Mandy runs free and Kara won’t speak
But how could they forget the back seat of my car?
A fever dream of who we’ve known floats like a ghost over all ambition
Haunting us on our way back home…
So we remember who we were
They built a playground next to the cemetery
The one where both our youths got buried down
We should’ve stuck around
Cause they can’t breathe underground
Am I out of my mind?
Am I out of my mind?
I keep falling behind…
Or am I out of my mind?
The stagnant sea is not for me; time to make some waves again
Until we’re left without an iota of despair
They built a playground next to the cemetery
Where the echoed dreams make extraordinary sounds
The sun shines… to spite the dreary
Rain that falls down onto every face in town…
I should’ve stuck around…
Cause I can’t see it underground
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4. |
Of Atoms & Eve
04:01
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Take your place and fade away
The tiny imperfections on your surface remain
Another new addiction that my heart preordained
Bare your teeth… Devolve with me
It’s only one step backwards into something serene
And I will hold you so close atoms can’t squeeze between
The best I’ve ever had
A phase to good to last
Memories slip with ease
A lengthy separation serves to inebriate
Impairing all awareness of what aroused our decay
The best I’ve ever had
A phase to good to last
Still hurts the most when you’re away…
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Suburban Genius
06:25
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A makeshift purebred that’s been spoon-fed since on the assembly line
A brand new pupil to the old school of intelligent design
Fill in the spaces without traces of your phobias and doubts
Commands and judgments wrapped as values come cascading from your mouth
You’d look so pretty in shame but far too pristine to defame
Big world out there
Won’t you keep us safe while we gawk and stare?
Hey there…
Mister, mister won’t you translate what we’ve seen?
Suburban genius, preach to the rest of us
We’ve got blisters on our privileges and feet
Through the proscenium teach us obedience
The only one we trust; suburban genius
You pulled yourself up by the bootstraps that you made with your own hands
Cold dedication to a nation that I’ll never understand
Ever resourceful with your heart full of fresh pomp and circumstance
This noble conduct never destructs like the rest of us God damned, well Goddamn!
We looked so useful in chains but far too much fuss to maintain
Big world out there
Won’t you keep us safe while we gawk and stare?
Hey there…
Mister, mister won’t you translate what we’ve seen?
Suburban genius, preach to the rest of us
We’ve got blisters on our privileges and feet
Through the proscenium teach us obedience
The only one we trust; suburban genius
Down in the dirt like we rehearsed until the novelty wore off
What we believe can take a backseat to our faith till our hearts stop
Who asked you to stop?
Keep your heart beating!
Mister, mister won’t you translate what we’ve seen?
Suburban genius, preach to the rest of us
We’ve got blisters on our privileges and feet
Through the proscenium teach us obedience
The only one we trust; suburban genius
I think we’re sharp enough
However tedious
Await deliverance
Suburban genius
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Neighborhood Goliath New York, New York
Neighborhood Goliath is the brainchild of Trevor Dion Nicholas (Lead Vocalist/Rhythm Guitar/Keyboards/Lyrics) and J.S.T. Andrews (Bass Guitar/Saxophone). Both men pull in outlandish and overlapping influences to form their unique version of Alternative Indie R&B. ... more
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