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Apollo
03:25
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The six string and the drums, feels transformative
They take me from this earth on a rocket ship
Without you I don't know where I would be
When the music hits it takes me from this galaxy
I just want to hear you say
That you're feeling the same damn thing
Put your helmet on, because we're flying far from society
Stay with me, we're leaving together
They'll hear us sing while we're floating away
We're bored of this town and we're leaving forever
Remember the first song that made you say, I feel it
My feet can't touch the ground, I feel like I have wings
When I grab the microphone and I start to sing
Get everyone aboard, the more the merrier
we're flying past the sun and breaking sound barriers
I just want to hear you say
That you're feeling the same damn thing
Put your helmet on, because we're flying far from society
Stay with me, we're leaving together
They'll hear us sing while we're floating away
We're bored of this town and we're leaving forever
Remember the first song that made you say, I feel it
I remember my first show, I remember how it felt over 20 years ago
When the band plugged in and said "tonight we feel alive"
5,4,3,2,1, let's go to another solar system and turn up the radio
to the max and sing out loud, tonight I feel alive
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Win em' Over
02:54
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I heard a man say just the other day
That his life is becoming a shit show
He can't pay the rent, can't pay the bills, can't feed the kids,
and he can't even feed himself
But I can't win him over
Blame a migrant, blame the poor, he's blaming anything
He's blaming me I'm his brother
Shot down, I start getting the feeling
This is how the story goes
I take part in your push and pull'
Got things in common but I ain't no fool
So I'll take off your mask and kick your ass on down the road any day
I had a feeling just the other day
That my last few friends are starting to drift away
They're feeling stuck, they're out of luck, and I don't even give a fuck
If I can't win em' over
They blame a migrant, blame the poor, they're blaming anything
They're blaming me I'm they're brother
Shot down, I start getting the feeling
This is how the story goes
I take part in your push and pull'
Got things in common but I ain't no fool
So I'll take off your mask and kick your ass on down the road any day
I am not walking hand in hand out the factory floor with a sorry excuse for
An excuse for a man to man, walking arm in arm, trying to even up the score
You're solutions are like gas on the fire, you strike a match and fan the flames to send the higher
I am not gonna sit and pretend that you are my friend and let you cut it up, you say
Let's get a beer but you're insincere so get out of here with your sorry excuses
You're solutions are like gas on the fire, you strike a match and fan the flames to send the higher
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Broken Bottles
02:19
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Broken bottles I smashed the glass against your head and it's glorious
And every time you pull us down you start to dig your own grave
You know I'd like to hit the streets and smash your face every single night
But you're bringing guns to the fight as you start to dig your own grave
There's a million more of us remember that when push comes to shove
We're the ones who were dressed in black and were on the attack
god damn the man this system doesn't make any sense to me
let's push the wall until it's falling, falling over
Broken bottles we illuminate our city burning bright
And every time you pull us down you start to dig your own grave
Our suffering our pain our fight won't stop we struggle to the end
And every time you pull us down you start to dig your own grave
There's a million more of us remember that when push comes to shove
We're the ones who were dressed in black and were on the attack
God damn the man this system doesn't make any sense to me
Let's push the wall until it's falling, falling over
I set the scene soaked in kerosene you chose to stand between the cops and us, you’ve tried to build a wall
But we gotta bring it down altogether we're pushing till it's falling over
There's a million more of us remember that when push comes to shove
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Non Believer
02:22
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You got the feeling that we're going nowhere
You have the feeling that we have no future
Whatever happened to the bird in your heart it used to sing but now it's dead and gone
No one seems to give a shit
No one cares and it feeds into your hollow feeling
Ahh yeah nothing seems to turn out right
No one cares and it feeds into your hollow feeling
Can't feel the light
Can't see the sun
You think you're the only one
Giving up the fight
Hating everything and it's just seems so sad
Can't feel the light
Can't see the sun you think you're the only one
Living in the dark and searching for a meaning
It's like a bottle of pills you suck them down every night
Cause you're chasing a thrill but what happens when they stop working
The fun moves on the pain comes creeping in
No one seems to give a shit
No one cares and it feeds into your hollow feeling
Ahh yeah nothing seems to turn out right
No one cares and it feeds into your hollow feeling
Give thought that you have lived another year
You piss you scream but it falls on deaf ears
Nihilism gets the best of us we avoid our biggest fears
Another chapter, another page in the same old story
Start the transmission can you hear me now, I'm just checking in to say hello
We're getting apathetic as we're growing old
Is your passion gone, has your heart gone cold
X4
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Peer Gynt Phoenix, Arizona
A few more songs to usher in the collapse of civilization
Guitar/Bass/Vox: Jesse Denton
Drums: Dusty Denton
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