1. |
A Face For Radio
03:40
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You said to me, ‘You got a face for radio.’
I said to you, ‘I got an honest sound.’
If you pay attention, we can be simpatico
Sometimes it takes ugly beauty to turn these things around
You’ll always see
All of the seams
Imperfectly in a perfect world
With a voice that’s loud enough to be heard
From station to station
Shoulder to shoulder lined up in a row
With all of the other philosopher kings and queens
One thing in common: got a face for radio
And if you’re lucky you can hear us sing
Nothing matters
When it all shatters
Preconceptions of what you thought
It means to us, yeah, a helluva lot
Broadcasting now
From station to station
You’ll never see
Perfection from me
Imperfectly in a perfect world
With a voice that’s loud enough to be heard
From station to station
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2. |
Killed The Party
04:26
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Ever been in a room and you feel so alone?
All the talk starts to squawk at the sound of the tone
Up against all the walls that you built in your mind
Seen it coming, fast running, so cruel to be kind
All half measures
Buried treasures
Lost
Sank down into the sea
Killed the party
Though I dressed so sharply
Found
Headin’ on down the street
Yeah, I’m gonna be the weirdo all by myself
Maybe you’ll break on through and I can come off the shelf
All the lines and the times I got outta my head
Sense takes the cake, walks away, I’ll feel better instead
Full on measures
Buried treasures
Found
Dregged up from the sea
Killed the party
Though I talked so smartly
Lost
Kicking it down your street
All half measures
Buried treasures
Lost
Sank down into the sea
Killed the party
Thought I talked so smartly
Found
Kicking it down your street
Break down the wall
Open up the door
Break down the wall
Open up the door
Break down the wall
Open up your door
Break down the wall
Open up the door
It’s what I’m asking for
What I’m asking for
What I’m asking for
Open up the door
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3. |
Everyone Needs A Hustle
03:11
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Gravel in your pants
And glass in your smile
It’s kinda hard to dance
When they’ve blocked all the aisles
So I put my pride away
And learned how to fake it
Till I make it with honesty
I guess I’ll have to grin and take it
Everyone needs a hustle
Just to get by
Everyone needs that sweet OT
And the sweet FA on the side
Everyone needs a hustle
Oh, that irony!
You gotta scrape it down
To get more of everything
All the private jets
Grounded from the skies
They fired all that fueled them
Still they act surprised
Sleeping on greenbacks
All taking and no giving
Don’t mistake the joke
When they call it ‘your living’
Everyone needs a hustle
Just to get by
Everyone needs that sweet OT
And the sweet FA on the side
Everyone needs a hustle
Oh, that irony!
You gotta scrape it down
To get more of everything
Everyone needs a hustle
Just to get by
Everyone needs that sweet OT
And the sweet FA on the side
Oh, everyone needs a hustle
Oh, that irony!
You gotta scrape it down
To get more of everything
Everything
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4. |
Ghost of the Week
04:46
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Every time I turn around
Another specter looms
Visions of a past life
Rising from the tomb
Always standing silent
Cursed with haunted eyes
Passively violent
Tethered to these times
Every tortured soul
That ever walked this earth
Tries to escape
The rites of his birth
But they never sever
Bound up in their pain
Forced to hold position
Karma all in vain
Ghost of the week
Lingering for only seven days
Out of the woods and out of the haze
Ghost of the week
Lingering for only seven days
Out of the woods and out of the haze
Once I’m in the bardo
Or I’m at the gate
I know when I’m ready
I’ll escape their fate
Ghost of the week
Lingering for only seven days
Out of the woods and out of the haze
Ghost of the week
Lingering for only seven days
Out of the woods and out of the haze
Haunted eyes (haunted eyes)
Haunted eyes (haunted eyes)
Haunted eyes
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5. |
I Didn't Weep
04:40
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I carefully misstepped
We’re lucky when it’s bared
Stripped away and unkempt
Watch the evidence set
Hiding only goes so far
When you’re plastered up
Inside some corner bar
They recognize, and erupt
You investigate
But you can’t find the clues
I didn’t weep when the cut ran deep
And I injured you
Hiding only goes so far
When your profile’s assigned
Suspicions feather and tar
To these ties that bind
And foster disbelief
I didn’t weep when the cut ran deep
I didn’t weep when the cut ran deep
When you fostered pain and all this disbelief
I didn’t weep when the cut ran deep
Foster disbelief
Foster disbelief
Foster disbelief
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6. |
Hallelujah Chaos
06:02
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It calls to you
This familiar tune
Sounds from another room
Clear as a dream you had
Not good or bad
Uncanny land
Transports you away
Chaos in the air
Following you around
The fabric rips and tears
And falls to the ground
Almost like a prayer
Whispered without dare
Turn around and find yourself there
This place without walls
Rise about it all
Suddenly feel small
Hallelujah
This is home now
Chaos in the air
Following you around
The fabric rips and tears
And falls to the ground
Leave it all behind
Leave it all behind
It calls to you
It calls to you
By the light of the moon
Yet another sign
A place outside of time
A place within your mind
Leave it all behind
Leave it all behind
Chaos in the air
Chaos in the air
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Vague Choir Reno, Nevada
Vague Choir blends Midwest post-punk, classic power-pop, time-shifting prog and modern minimalist Americana into songs that range from a murmur to a meltdown. Vague Choir members Mark Earnest, Jason Thomas and Marcus Mayhall played in Reno band Mister Vague from 2006 to 2009. The band got back together in 2012 and have four releases that you can investigate. ... more
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