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Brutal Frankness
03:21
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I demand to lay these hands
On form and shape
Draw this line and stand
Draw this line and stand
I confess Unprepared, undressed
Senses I can't trust
Confuse and countermand , so confused.
All I want Is brutal frankness
That's all I need
And I need it now
Redouble and deviate as best I can
I will measure for height and weight
I will spit and fight
To be wrong or right
If it takes all night
All I want Is brutal frankness
That's all I need
And I need it now
I’m begging for feedback
I’m putting out feelers
I get no straight answers
I find no plain dealers
Queasy cut-ups and sharp barbed wires
Stumble bums and outright liars
All I want Is brutal frankness
That's all I need
And I need it now
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2. |
Turn on You
03:02
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That's all
That's all we ever learned to do
Was turn on you
So we'll turn
We'll turn on you
Paranoid bedroom
Overnight in the dark
No water or power
Locked the doors, killed the lights
No bargain, no parlay
No accommodation
Hyenas and jackals
Lining up on the right
Some pigs won't stop eating
While the races keep running
They'll kick in your door
For a bottle of booze
Some pigs won't stop killing
Machine gunners gunning
They'll ruin your face
For the last scrap of food
Some pigs eat seed corn
Some pigs eat corpses
They're shooting the riders
They're shooting the horses
Everything's happening
While nothing is true
Can't sleep for wondering
Which pig are you?
That's all
That's all we ever learned to do
Was turn on you
So we'll turn
We'll turn on you
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3. |
Charges d'Affaires
03:55
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Punch in at nine
You got some work to do
Shirtsleeves and shitty wine
Wait all night
To find a spot to break through
It’s true, they’re no friends of mine
Lay it all down
with precision
Just like the serials
The ebb and flow
Of artful conversation
Fit the material
Pressed into service but you got the good luck
Don’t be nervous we all want the kid gloves
Charge d’Affaires
Questions for answers
I want the soft truth
Pressed into service but you got the good luck
Don’t be nervous we all want the kid gloves
Just gimme some soft truth
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Concrete City Baltimore, Maryland
Tim Baier - guitar
Lee Ashlin - drums
Mike Hall - vocals
Elena Fox - bass, vocals
Power pop for a disappointing world.
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