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Blinded

by BreakingGlass

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We knock the ashes to the floor Pretend It hasn't all been done before Forget the debts we've paid and pay anew Repent a thousand times until it's true We know that someday we'll know when The first steps toward forever might begin It might be Monday morning or next year Some far off day when everything seems clear But all these nights of silent starlit grace Transcend the lines upon your face Their beauty cannot be erased Even though we're blinded by the sun Day breaks, it all begins again The daily dread starts to descend Our optimistic empty hands Still powerless to pay the full demand It's like a record in reverse We think tomorrow we'll outwit the curse We lock our future in our past Ignoring all the shadows that it casts But daylight waits for us to know It's starlight echoed here below Our future's written in your eyes Illuminated by the sun
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The ghosts and I are dancing underneath the Avenue Though I don't write it down in time, I swear to god it's true Drum beats in the underpass are washing over us Soundtrack to a trainwreck and a world that never was And time will take its wage And joy demands her place upon the stage Until it breaks me I will stay here underground Coffee beans and fever dreams And songs yet to be sung Half forgotten confidence And whiskey on my tongue Moonlight over bottle glass And footsteps overhead If it weren't for Sundays Then I might as well be dead And all of this will count Our sermons on the mount Belong to only those who love us well And keep us underground
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You're always standing in the way Guess every dog must have his day We didn't ask you anyway We wish we'd never known you You want to hang out with the band But never offer them a hand With loading in or out You seem to think we owe you something Well, thanks a lot but you are not Very welcome around here I guess it's pretty clear You didn't get the memo And you're so vain, you probably think this song's about you But our friends are all up on the stage And we are gonna dance now You want to buy that girl a drink So you can tell her what to think And if she doesn't take the bait She must be out to get you And every small indignity Must be some conspiracy You think it's all a mutiny You want to make us suffer Well, thanks a lot but you are not Very welcome We are tired of pretending That we don't know what you're after And you're so vain you probably think this song's about you But we're headed to the bar To raise a glass to folks who matter All the liberties you take And all the promises you make And all the lies you do not realize are recognized Dissolve your plastic dynasty You are your own worst enemy You're not the king of anything The prince of paranoia Thanks a lot but you are not Very welcome We are done with being silent We are not inclined to censor And you're so vain, you probably think this song's about you But we've finished tuning all our gear And we are gonna shout now credits from Midtown Island Demos, track released April 1, 2019 Julie Jennings-Patterson - vocals/electric bass Mario Cordova - guitar/acoustic bass
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Shadowsong 04:47
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Exiles 03:34

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released July 22, 2019

Mario Lizarraga Cordova - acoustic bass, guitars
Julie Jennings-Patterson - electric bass, lead vocals, harmony vocals

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