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Surrender Love
04:45
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Wake up.
Was I young enough in this olden town?
This evil ink it holds me down.
And I long for days; I'm asking for.
But I'm back and forth, but I'm back and forth.
Your silver spoon; your grimy sound.
I'm a working man in this golden town
Your arrogance: a faux disgrace
I'll hold you down and wash your face.
Because I won't surrender love.
New York you came to me a broken-wing dis-symphony
I'm just not the man you're bidding for.
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Dixie
04:26
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It was caustic and now burnt numb.
The ages drift away, the kerosene runs.
And I can’t imagine a day as still as that.
I held it down, a liar’s pact.
And when I failed, your hands were drenched.
This saline smile; this plastic wrench.
And with you, you, you I'll wash away.
You follow me down reaching for my parachute.
If everything biodegrades then why don't you.
“Cos I'm half the man that I would've been”, I'm thinking while I'm tumbling through the sky.
Baby I'm a live grenade in a cabaret, watching my luck run dry.
Cos with you, you, you, I'll wash away.
And with you, you, you, I'll wash away.
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3. |
Agree Machines
05:10
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You're afraid to be alone,
Cos that would make you see the fold.
So we're dipping our souls in molds of silicone.
That's what we hear on TV while it's dripping from our bones.
Boiled and brazed we're Agree Machines.
“Everything is good enough”, I say it every day.
Take another Ritalin, drink the day away.
And I look down at the pot of gas,
While everyone around here starts to laugh.
It's just a notion I hope you grasp:
We're living in a pattern that never will last.
Does anyone know what made us?
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I guess I know it's just a life;
If everything is on fire.
Cos I'm just a part of this stupid design.
Cos I found myself stuck between a couple lies.
I just want a little bit of snow.
I know it's wrong, but I subside
Because how many subway stops can I keep letting go by?
Or is this fate, cos I can't tell.
Because I just keep on holding down my blood cells.
I just want a little bit of snow.
So I reach out my hand outside my window.
The sky begins to break in blows the winter.
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5. |
To Follow Suit
06:00
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Where's the blonde? The blue has gone.
Every day I'm further.
I roll the dice I rationalize;
Spinning around the room with fervor.
And I can untie this silver lace,
But it reminds me of empty days.
Drawn in by orange flames,
I'm watching it burn up
I tried to lie not over you.
In time I'll try to follow suit.
I was watching the door,
How stupid I seem.
And I wasn't drunk before,
I was just bored to sleep
And I never knew, I never knew what I wouldn't see
I was standing on the bridge looking down at my feet.
I tried to lie not over you.
In time I'll try to follow suit.
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6. |
Dresden Novel
05:21
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Jim-Jones-Fools are looping around my head.
Sworn to hide the lies of your only friend.
Eat the kids, await the end.
Lives burn how many thousand dead?
I guess when you choked the throat it was all for him.
Sky unfolds a bare design;
One step more and we rewind.
And living is.
It’s just that living is an absolute,
Just ask Jeff down on Boylston.
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7. |
Interlude
01:16
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8. |
Foolish
04:47
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Seeing the road to how we grow is an ode to incomparable
And how you held me up high while I began to model your role.
Love is more than what you made of, of the family tree
It’s the bandages you hold; it's the bookends the seams
I've been looking up for miles and miles and I finally know
I find that you’re an ocean.
Every day I float away into the open.
Barely reach the pedals you were watching the handles,
All of us were falling you were helping us untangle.
I lost my lie.
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9. |
Like Pink Skies
03:59
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Jon Picken:
My name's not important but I'm here to spray,
Love, shots, and rockets for my copper babe.
Chemical pellets and bullets and pillow-talk of grenades.
Big booty behind I set your block ablaze.
Literally, I let a release on exotic targets,
Watching climax over markets; write taxes off it.
She rocks a crown around, spikes poking out her head.
She set fire to the blue sky make a cadaver red.
She's not black or white; she's more like sea-green.
And everything she do, she see green.
She so pristine like a Sistine Chapel; fitting a feminine figure.
She owns a book to make it look like she could think bigger.
You hear she echo; echo chamber jet flow.
I see too many movie fantasies of her wet though.
She's so swell, me soul sold to sole cell, me loathe shells,
Fire rhymes of hot-hell for my glorified bell.
Adam Trull:
Sometimes I fall in love with shells.
Life is just an absentee falling for the symphony.
Pygmalion to ivory: pray for flesh and entropy.
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Dandelion
03:31
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Carbon machine
Caught in the breeze
All we have to know
Is ashes in the road
Momentary vogue
Fleeing is pagoda
Caught in the nightmare
Reject the deathbed
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11. |
Epilogue
04:23
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And I can't erase
This purposed mind.
You're huddled in vain;
Gentle lie.
There's enough to make you sane.
There's enough to take your life.
And I can't realize the heaviness
Behind your eyes.
I wish you weren't waiting for the credits.
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Blue Cast Catalyst New York, New York
Blue Cast Catalyst, or BCC, is the moniker of New York City psych-pop composer Adam Trull and co-creators, John Deming, Matt Soucy, and a community of rotating musicians. BCC's music combines echoey, dense vocals with bombastic horns, screaming guitars, and electronic pulses to create psychedelic, pop-art anthems. ... more
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