1. |
Count to 9
02:35
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fake
communications
deception
like so many snakes
hide those bloodstained hands
can't help you dig
out of this one
by definition
they're all fake
hide your bloodstained hands
lost all, meaning
came rushing in, found everything
bombs away, destroy civilians
put a note on the windshield, like you gave a shit
lost a postcard from a place where our shapes didn't fit
what's your problem, children in cages
ask your mother, ask your conscience
times out, running now
should have acted, said anything
knives / are out / in hands / shaking
I'll stand here, and wait for death
are you ready to go?
then go
fake
communications
deception
and we're filled with everything that's wrong with this world
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2. |
Pity
02:33
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it's on television
we've been less than perfect for a long time now
it's on television
right, right, always right
it's on television
concealed brass tax collector
it's on television
pretense and delusions
down
lenses down
we fall stay down
we go around
down
lenses down
no questions / let it go
emotions / let it go
new ideas / let it go
the revolution / let it go
this is really what you feel for
when we fall we all stay down
lenses down
four letter word for sympathy, four letter word
four letter word for sympathy, your lens is lost
four letter word, four letter word
it's on television
our standards made so simply
it's on television
now our timings right, right, right
down
lenses down
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3. |
Timing's Everything
02:55
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Timing’s everything
What you get’s
what you bring
You say it ain’t
Right
You take your sweet
time
Timing’s everything
Little bird
Broken wing
Fly into the
Night
Take your own
Life
I can’t make this right for you
I canst stop screaming the song are all sounding the same
The silence you’re screaming the meaning is starting to fade
And I can’t make this right for you
Slow down
Slow down
Timing’s everything
Pawn takes crooked king
Fighting for what’s right
Step into the knife
I can’t make this right for you
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4. |
Loose Blood
02:14
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Joseph boo
Wipe away the tears my love
And I will wipe away the blood
Before they find his broken heart
We will steal your daddy’s car
And don’t tell me it’s not the same
I’ll follow you again and again
leaving behind the bodies
of those who’ve cared
1000 miles or maybe more
Drive that care to distant shores
We sharpen knives deep in the woods
of unsuspecting neighborhoods
And don’t tell me it’s not the same
I’ll follow you again and again
leaving behind the bodies
of those who’ve cared
And don’t feel bad for hearts we break
We kill with knives
Designed for steaks
Leaving behind the bodies
of those who...
cared
Wash the blood away
And Sharpen the blades
We make no mistakes
Another city or town
Hey turn the car around
Another body was found
Push me away
I hit the ground
The penetration
And the pain I found
Yeah dig a hole
And lay me down
I fell in love
With the loose blood
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5. |
His Eternal Swing
02:24
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scratching desire, like a valentine
heart carved collections, years won't cast aside
in his mind
simple things
won't pass through
collected
only two
your lines cause you never noticed
this time cause you never fail
who thought to call you out on this
paying the price of decency
who put a stop to all the malice
unspoken lies and bankruptcies
its all right / she called out
check your speed, 45
time runs short, for single sided
times cause you never noticed
these lines, cause it never fails
who thought to call you out on this
paying the price of decency
who put a stop to all the malice
unspoken lies and bankruptcies
its alright / she called out
dead, she's dead
breaking down belief suspends
we never mean it, it never ends
yeah it's alright, she said
it all comes out in the end
no escape from the scars they're all defensive
it's alright, she said
she's dead
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6. |
Friction to Fire
03:46
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(words with no meaning)
Joseph boo 2021
You’ll never escape
The hell that you create
The blood In Your mouth
They should have sewn it shut
That big idea
You had, let you down
Regrets to keep you
Warm alone at night
I fall
I’ll fall again
I called
Then I walked you in
fatal collision
With a much bigger thing
The wheels came right off
The angels looked away
This body is not me,
I just drive It around
got it for nothing, free!
I’ll never, pay it off
I saw the blood,
and I saw
the damage
I saw the broken remains
Of what I could
have managed
(Bridge)
Break!
Cut!
Break!
cut!
Let’s go!
Let’s go!
Let’s get this show on
the fucking road!
Break!
Cut!
Break!
cut!
Let's go!
Let’s go!
These dancers are
Solid gold!
Break the spine
Black car,
take the ride
Hey at least we tried
Cut the skin
And find yourself
Inside
being burned alive
Oh Satan!
your angels! out of my mind!
She came onto me,
Just like friction to fire
in the end
We shall all return
To nothing
I’m nothing
You’re nothing
2 ton frustration
I fall
I stalled again
Jump out the window
For safety!
For peace of mind!
What killed him?
The jump or what he saw?
The impact or the fall?
It made the mothers crawl
Oh I wish you could be
right next to me
We could sit around
and watch this whole world bleed
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The Darker Hues Boston, Massachusetts
Hailing from Boston, MA, the Darker Hues blend styles of 90's era indie and post hardcore with a hint of garage overtones. The tongue-in -cheek motto "If they ain't doing it anymore, we are going to bring it back." sums up the group's ambition to reunite the passionate, edgy and sometimes chaotic beginnings of the post-hardcore genre to today's audiences. ... more
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