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A NATIONAL TRAGEDY
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lyrics
VERSE 1:
Renouncing highbrow opinions
Fuels his engines
Makes his mother livid
And ruins her well crafted image
Cause Stanley joined the family business
Quit within a minute
Dusted off his vintage Gibson
Now he sings in bars on the fringes
CHORUS:
They're calling it a national tragedy
They're calling it a national tragedy
Without a hint of any irony
They're calling it a national tragedy
VERSE 2:
Against his fathers wishes
He ditches fixing glitches
Instead he washes dishes
His brothers and sisters think he's twisted
But he's never been to prison
Or had a drug addition
On the microphone he's still spittin'
Yet to regret his decision
CHORUS:
They're calling it a national tragedy
They're calling it a national tragedy
Without a hint of any irony
They're calling it a national tragedy
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INTRO:
Golf Clap, Soul Clap, Golf Clap, Soul Clap
VERSE 1:
It doesn't have to be any louder than that
Or it will fall flat
On deaf ears
Lets be clear
If you get a Bronx Cheer
Than you should disappear
Settle down and blend into the crowd
Like the sun
When it comes from behind the clouds
CHORUS:
Everyone here agrees
You're just what the party needs
Smooth and cool as can be
Just what the party needs
VERSE 2:
Now that you've got it all down pat
We'll roll out the welcome mat
If you're even keeled
You can ride the cyclone like it was the wonder wheel
Then you can teach other people how to keep it real
CHORUS:
Everyone here agrees
You're just what the party needs
Smooth and cool as can be
Just what the party needs
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SYNTHETIC TRANSCENDENCE
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Organized Religion vs. Technological SIngularity (Just Who Do We Believe?)
lyrics
INTRO 1:
Yesterdays giant leaps
Are today's bell-shaped curve beliefs
Like when Mary got down on her knees
Used her hair to dry the carpenter's feet
But the elite, the poor and the weak
They dare not speak, yet they're arguing
None of us are sure how to proceed
VERSE 1:
I'd love to be Einstein smart
But having a hard drive heart
I think that's going too far
Who's gonna drink with me at the dive bars
If we can reboot, restart
Reboot, restart
Who's gonna drink with me at the dive bars
If we can reboot, restart
When we don't like who we are
I'm not sure, I concur
CHORUS:
A blessing or sin
Synthetic transcendence
What I'm saying and suggesting
Is I'm not sure, what I believe in
What I believe in, What I believe in
INTRO 2:
Some stories sound too contrived
Like the old man living in the sky
Its no wonder that I kicked and cried
On the day I was baptized
It was nothing like they advertised
Can you blame a guy for giving another method a try
BRIDGE:
The debate raged from dawn to dark
Sure I'd like my smile to be a thousand watts
But we'll have Bar codes instead of birth marks
VERSE 2:
Replaceable organs and parts
We won't need hospitals only repair shops
Someone call the consciousness cops
My wires are already in knots
And my nerves are completely shot
CHORUS:
A blessing or sin
Synthetic transcendence
What I'm saying and suggesting
Is I'm not sure, what I believe in
What I believe in, What I believe in
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VERSE 1:
You read the Cliff Notes version of the Bible
Join the marathon at the 25th mile
We all have our savior on speed dial
But you gotta do the work yourself every once in a while
CHORUS:
Cause adversity, she's a darling
Easy Street I beg your pardon
To you that sounds as foreign
As country music coming from Harlem
VERSE 2:
You'll take the keys to the castle
As long as it does come with any hassle
If its not smooth sailing then brother, you're bailing
You wanna get high without even inhaling
CHORUS:
Cause adversity, she's a darling
Easy Street I beg your pardon
To you that sounds as foreign
As country music coming from Harlem
OUTRO:
It takes more than praying down on your knees
You gotta get up everyday and roll up your sleeves
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STREET ART PREACHER
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VERSE 1:
I make the sign of the cross
As I toss my thoughts about the culture wars
Up on to Brooklyn brick walls
You call...
My gospel aerosol
An eye sour
You're so appauled
But this is my church not yours
VERSE 2:
Scriptures and slogans
Commandments like Moses
By my words are never loaded
And I can show it
With graphics for every demographic
I'm a catchphrase bandit
My bombs have landed on water tower canvases
CHORUS:
I'm hitting up the heavens
Its the last person, that you were expecting
To hit up the heavens
VERSE 3:
I'm a street art preacher
With everyday seekers
Like John, Paul and Peter
But your far from a believer
So, I take it deeper.....
I started tagging planets
With spray paint cannons
In every color that you can image
My impact is hard to fathom
CHORUS:
I'm hitting up the heavens
Its the last person, that you were expecting
To hit up the heavens
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KILL A NIGHT
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VERSE1 :
I made a promise to cool my jets
But watching movies, playing checkers and chess
Just wasn't cutting it
I had to wet my lips
I took a few sips, you know they turned into swigs
CHORUS:
I was only trying to kill a night
Never thought that it might haunted me for the rest of my life
VERSE 2:
I read a stack of paperbacks
About Pearl Harbor and the entire work of Raymond Carver
The pleasant autumn turned into boredom
And my true love came a calling
So I entered the church
In an all or nothing search
I mumbled through the prayers and drank all the wine there
CHORUS:
I was only trying to kill a night
Never thought that it might haunted me for the rest of my life
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MISS OUT SYNDROME
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"Miss Out Syndrome"
by Knock 'Em Alive
"Miss Out Syndrome" cover art
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lyrics
VERSE 1:
When my schedule was checked by the inspector general
They called me a hoodlum, a rebel, the devil
Just for spite, I took it to a whole other level
So they slapped a warning sticker on my chest
Made me undergo a battery of test
And they tied up my ankles and my wrists.
But that was a band aide approach
I slipped out of the ropes
And continued with all my plans, dreams and hopes.
CHORUS:
I follow the wind, when its twisting
Run after the thunder in the distance
Or I get server bouts of Miss Out Syndrome
I get server bouts
VERSE 2:
I know it can't be good for me either
When the Saturday Night Fevers
Turn into full blown seizures
"cause I'm double booked, triple booked most nights
And expert told me I'd mellow with time
If and when I do, you can read me my last rites
CHORUS:
I follow the wind, when its twisting
Run after the thunder in the distance
Or I get server bouts of Miss Out Syndrome
I get server bouts
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VERSE 1:
We descended from inner city and suburban country club
To get our bells rung
By the unhinged sun and the moon when it bumps
Into a pile of junk
a data dump
Full of binary bites
Bit and chucks
In lump sums
We put them under our tongues
Within a month
Look what I’ve become
An addict on the hunt
For another bump
CHORUS:
So, I kicked the digital dust
VERSE 2:
A peaceful monk
A polarizing monk
My enemies my love ones
Just about everyone
Wanted some
In their blood, in their lung
You can’t me among
Those who had their stomach’s pumped
Within a month
Look what I’ve become
An addict on the hunt
For another bump
Binary Bits, Bits and Chucks
Give me the morsels
Give me the crumbs
CHORUS:
So, I kicked the digital dust
It was just about enough to get me buzzed
I kicked up the digital dust
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BABY BUMP?
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Knock 'Em Alive New York
Artist Bio
John Q. Gruber (aka “Knock ‘Em Alive”) will be forever indebted to music. He writes and records songs
as a form of pay-back (with interest), hoping to add to the long-term value of the vault. Nothing loaned him more inspiration than New York City between the years 1977 to 1984. It was gritty, grimy and explosively-charged. These were the times of a near-bankrupt city, the reign of Th
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