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Dozer
03:19
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You two aren't so different. You're splitting hairs. You just nit-pick. Be a skeptic; keep from falling for it. I got the message, loud and clear. What did you miss?
In the path of the grinding gears. An exhibition of your deepest fears. Panicked as the clicking teeth grab hold.
We cannot lose another decade, 'cause when he's gone, his appointments stay. Feeling the pushback while they're jogging in place. Looking away from the collusion in the race.
In the path of a bulldozer, the clearest lines begin to blur. Frantic, as it starts to flatten me out.
In the path of the grinding gears. An exhibition of my deepest fears. Panicked as the clicking teeth grab hold.
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The Last Bridge
03:07
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Another thing to set it off. It's not the way it came across, and I know that it hurts. You're waiting for the ground to shake. We know a tremor's on the way. We'll come to, and then see where we are.
Being the way we've been, with my cure as your poison. I'll cut the dose in half and we'll both just be sick.
And if you asked, I couldn't say just how long I've been this way, and I know that it's not right. Staring through the windy dark, now that we've taken it this far. Drop me off at the bridge before.
Being the way we've been, with your cure as my poison. But you'll cut the dose in half and we'll both just be sick.
I want to end it now. You say, "Yeah, right". I will withdraw until it's time. You have another now. You'll play the role. I'll disappoint you both.
We need a seismic retrofit. Our rebar's shot. Our bolts are stripped. If we break apart, we'll fall into the bay. If we break up now, we'll just drown in the waves.
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Circus
03:19
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Peeking in, to give us comfort. Checking in, for safety's sake. To move ahead or quit when winning, with the best we'll ever make.
Check the mail. What'd the future bring me, and how much more will it force me to take? The viruses and the bacteria. I have to hide; to bandage up my face.
So I hope you'll make it up to me. If there's a better side, we'd love to see. And if it's too high, then we'll shake it loose. If it's a steeper climb, we'll take that bruise.
Time to inoculate. Past-due. Alleviate. Hold tight and vaccinate the kids. Protect what's left.
Where is home, by this time next year? Throwing darts at a western map. Trial running, to stabilize us. We're three rings in a two-ring earphone jack.
Time to inoculate. Past-due. Alleviate. Hold tight and vaccinate the kids.
So I hope you'll make it up to me. If there's a better side, we'd love to see. And if it's too high, then we'll shake it loose. If it's a steeper climb, we'll take that bruising.
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Citizens United
03:22
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Light it up. Clear it out. Take down tents in the park. Draw a map. Point it out. I don't know where you are.
Go rich or go home. You are in this alone, until you citizens unite, with your interests aligned.
Now my spirit is sapped and my heart has been crushed. My own address is trapped and my hopes have been flushed. A return to the streets and the civil unrest. Dual-citizenship to escape from the mess.
Go rich or go home. We are in this alone, until our citizens unite, with our interests aligned.
The office is overrun. There's no time to relocate. The sprinklers have soaked my desk, with headquarters in flames.
Throwin' rocks at the one cleaning up after them. Buyin' up all the air to do it all again.
Go vote or leave home. You're not in this alone, if your citizens unite. But you are running out of time.
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Dormant
03:25
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All alone, all over again. Laying on the ridge. Cut off from a social world, like I don't exist.
You can see the grass is growing back and the ground is wet. Take me back to the moment I arrived; like we never met.
I ran here, but then walked back. I've lost the drive. After giving it all that I had, I couldn't keep it alive.
Go find some gloves for these burnt paws. Douse them in aloe. Brought back to the origin. Pin the source. Hope the burns are shallow.
And all we knew is in a fog. I am dormant.
A credit card, to scrape off the frost. You are distant.
Dormant. I am dormant. Dormant.
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The Cat's Out
03:32
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You take the left. I'll take the right. Leave early. Have a safe flight. And there's never enough time, for catching up before goodbye. Drink some water. Say goodnight. Now we're leaving on the light. All the darkness that you draw, leaves the world and us in awe.
Now the week is over. You get some time at home. Windows to get to know us. Glimpses of where to go. And when your wheels are up, I slow down and reflect on how I lost control of things I can't correct.
All the awful things we said, buried deep within our heads. The only way to go is down. The jig is up. The secret's out.
Moving past the summit, we'll never look the same. From a world of promise, into a cloud of shame. With an assist to walk, I'll wobble and reflect on all the shorting wires we soldered to connect.
In for a big surprise, surprise. He has her eyes and my drive. Crisis after assist. It breaks. I fix it again. A run and a swim in the ice cold.
And when your wheels are up, I slow down and reflect on how I lost control of things I can't correct.
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Forbid
03:25
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As you hack the heart strings. As you foil the finer things, I just keep it going strong. As I follow your map, we recognize, we're under-packed. We make do. We build the raft.
No one's impressed--they only smell blood. No success. You'll never be done. Protect your parts. Cover every last one.
Forbidden. Do not pass. Don't go. It was never meant to last, I know. Restricted. Stay away. Keep off. You're not permitted to play, when the cameras stop.
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Human Shields
03:19
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When does enough count as enough; his people roughing up the naysayers. Shelter under a lifeless body. A shield of flesh and blood. A shell of someone, lest we forget.
Cleansing the body of our states looks messy on it's face. Dead-enders rolling out. No, it's not okay, and they'll be shamed. They'll be mocked and turned away. Purged from this place, 'cause we didn't forget.
Not enough to notice, you're losing your rights. I'm here to show the scope and size. All too young to know this. We're building a wave; an army against all arms. Too close to be in focus, but when we look back, we'll be so proud of our impact. The cuts will barely slow this. Young is the new wise. The same platform. The same pack of lies.
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Mineral Eater
04:12
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Hey, wanna trade? Come check out what I have made. Now all my wrecked hands do is ache, but when I stop I'm awake.
Three city hearts. When one ends, another starts. Without sorrow, we will part into a gallery of ours.
When in doubt, tell everyone I know. Sort it out, when there's no one to hold. Still learning to let go.
We fill the streets, where the pipes and rivers meet--knowing they can't detect a leak, to keep the water clean. I count five more towns, built form this point and on down. Let's put new copper in the ground and get the story out.
Stumbled into a curse. A parallel universe. A track we shouldn't be on. The ratings helped him along. Blame's spread around, but we're still on the ground. The majority lost. Paths have shifted off. The good is gone.
Just confess. Tell everyone you know, you conned the press and lied for every vote, when the facts could not be known.
We are a force not to be reckoned with. Nearly three-million more have picked an inclusive way to live. He'll fuck this up, beyond a shadow of a doubt, and then we have to force him out. Take his logo down.
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Rattled
03:44
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And I'm an open book; I'll beg you to listen. I rattle onward.
And I'm the worst one. And I'm the worst one. And I'm the worst.
Allowed to open it back up. Dented and shaken. It's gonna float back to the top, and I don't wanna look. And I don't wanna look. And I can't look.
If our love is final, lift up what's vital. Don't make this a trial. Eke out a lesson. Find how we're messing this up. Right now we're pressing.
And I'm an open book; I'll beg you to listen. I rattle onward.
And I'm the worst one. And I'm the worst one. And I'm the worst.
And the last one here, is the last to cull. I'll go get my gear and see what I can pull. We have to pick it apart. They're gonna throw it away. Quit changing your mind, and nail down a day.
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Hat in Hand
03:48
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I'm ready to go there; hat in hand, having failed. What size will we be, where blood is tipping the scales? All those that were left behind add a thread to the net. Our neighborhoods declined. Our siblings are addicted.
From the words of this one, into the mind of that one. It didn't work out. It never does. From the hands of this one, into the bank of that one. It isn't working out. It never does.
Hurry with the listing. They're taking away my house. Our values are dropping, for what we can't live without. I'm clinging to paradise, without the means to calm down. This place must be so nice, for those with work here in town.
From the words of this one, into the mind of that one. It didn't work out. It never does. From the hands of this one, into the bank of that one. It isn't working out. It never does.
From the words of this one, into the mind of that one. It didn't work out. It never does. From the hands of this one, into the bank of that one. It isn't working out. It never does. It isn't working out. It never does. It never does.
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The Results Are In
03:23
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I've cut everyone off, as a result. The support has stopped, as a result.
I dropped the rope. I had to let you go.
And I hatched in a carton of spoiled eggs. Open it, dump me out, and throw the rest away.
I pulled the plug. Although, we had a good run.
And all your photographs are digs. And your acknowledgments of me have stopped. When all the oxygen in the room is in use, I'm no longer suffocating you and yours.
And I told you to get you hand stamped. To remember the gate, and show it when you're back.
You've peeled my bark and let the bugs burrow into me.
And all your photographs are digs. And your acknowledgments of me have stopped. When all the oxygen in the room is in use, I'm no longer suffocating you and yours.
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Pillbug
04:12
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I'm unknown, now file me. I'm unknown. The center of the big stack. The middle of the row. Lose me in the deck. Miss me in the crowd. Cuffed in the back of a car, spinning out.
If they hit you, you're going to hit them back. When you hit them, they'll counter-punch. If they hit you, you're going to hit them back. When you hit them, they'll counter-punch.
For all this effort, barely a dent. A half-hearted hang is all it ever meant. Never broke any bones; I only break skin. Back and forth. Here and there. And it's selfish to sit.
In a dry ancient town, where they tore it all down. Scattered bits of porcelain. With the margin so close, I was barely a ghost. I was never worth a look.
If they hit you, you're going to hit them back. When you hit them, they'll counter-punch. If they hit you, you're going to hit them back. When you hit them, they'll counter-punch. If they hit you, you're going to hit them back. When you hit them, they'll counter-punch. If they hit you, you're going to hit them back. When you hit them, they'll counter-punch.
If you hit me, I'll curl up into a ball. If you hit me, I'll roll away. If you hit me, I'll curl up into a ball. If you hit me, I'll roll away.
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Safety Shells Sacramento, California
Safety Shells is primarily a recording-based, Indie-Alternative band. Their sound presents a dynamic blend of Surf-Rock
tones, paired with moody, Grunge/Alternative peaks and valleys.
Much of Safety Shells' music utilizes mildly unconventional structures, to avoid repetition.
Influences: Radiohead, Sharon Van Etten, Smashing Pumpkins, Kristin Hersh, The Ventures, The Cure, Metric.
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Safety Shells recommends:
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by Sharon Van Etten
Peak SVE. Full band sound, but still somber and longing.
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