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Modern Doubt
03:33
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Hello Mr. Operator
Take my quarter and collect GPS pinpoint locator
A satellite must fly alone
Receiver off the signal’s gone
Digital friends turned to vapor
Crunch my analog distress
Friendly waves to every neighbor
Swipe left and then I’m in the zone
Love distilled to binary code
Counting backwards on your hand
Is trembling like the T. Rex water
Brain high dopamine rush
Blank eyes caked with piecrust
Attempts to settle down just peter out
Domestic flames have always drowned
Modern doubt
Strike a match blue detonator
Spark the fuse and we’ll explode
Level up meet your creator
The bottom of a baritone
Booming through the gates, “YOU’RE WRONG”
Raspy lungs on respirators
Filtered fumes float and corrode
Flock like birds to the equator
Recycled air in hair salons
Chop the curls or dye them blonde
Counting backwards on your hand
Is trembling like the T. Rex water
Sports you used to drown in high school
Dropout cherry blossom shampoo
Brain high dopamine rush
Blank eyes caked with piecrust
Attempts to don the crown just peter out
Forgot the words to Cathy’s Clown
Modern doubt
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2. |
Monochrome Actress
05:48
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I might think twice
Before I burn out in LA for you
Yeah I might
Would you say you adore every ghost?
The classic dapper dashing kind
Up on the screen projecting silvery fog
Frozen celluloid of mine
Recites impossibly clever lines
And you inch just a little just a little bit closer
Like a posh LA girl tipsy on a mimosa
Now you take your time when the clock can afford it
The needle found its groove
Let’s play it in slowmo
(Step, step, step)
Step to a fever dream
(Step, step, step)
Matter of fact toss back the sheets
(Step, step, step)
Spent ’97 cruising through that video store
Every night I’d rewind to that opening score
Why do you cry when the credits roll by?
You’ve seen this play out a thousand times
Quote famous final words from chipped china dolls
He’s got that leading man jawline
He’ll be a star till he’s 65
And you inch just a little just a little bit closer
Like a posh LA girl tipsy on a mimosa
Now you take your time when the clock can afford it
The needle found its groove
Let’s play it in slowmo
(Step, step, step)
Step to a fever dream
(Step, step, step)
Matter of fact toss back the sheets
(Step, step, step)
Spent ’97 cruising through that video store
Every night I’d rewind to that opening score
When Pa didn’t make it
I skipped out on his wake
And I buried the thought on the side of the road
In Southern California I feel anything but golden
The lifestyle I chose means I miss out on these moments
And play to empty rooms where the patrons couldn’t care
If I drank Elvis’ blood and declared myself his heir
The disco lost its shine to the daily blended grind
Snapped the high E string, my voice cracked
Now I might
Think twice
Before I burn up in LA for you
Yeah I might
(Step, step, step)
Step to a fever dream
(Step, step, step)
Matter of fact toss back the sheets
(Step, step, step)
Spent ’97 cruising through that video store
Every night I’d rewind to that opening score
(Step, step, step)
Monochrome actress theme
(Step, step, step)
Smear it with paint the pastel gleams
(Step, step, step)
Spent 27 coasting past those bankrupt stores
There’s no need to rewind in a virtual world
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3. |
Let's Go Sailing Instead
03:38
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Bedhead honey wake up
They blasted the big bomb our way
Sipping on my Dixie cup
Heard the mad man proclaim
All these peasants fear what they cannot hear
Or see face to face
Let’s go sailing instead
While the world’s still ‘round
Summer’s over bundle up
Forecast says acid rain
The rich hide underground
Girl, I’ll miss the good love we made
In the present tense living in suspense
Of fury and flames
Let’s go sailing instead
While the world’s still ‘round
Disintegrate into blood red fire
Piper play that flute
A window with a view
Skyline to heaven on earth
Baby blue
Flattened beach ball crumpled up
From sandy salad days
Fishy floating upside down
Ashes from whence we came
Such a pleasant view, cataclysmic hue
They duck under chairs
Let’s go sailing instead
While the world’s still ‘round
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4. |
Birds That Flew
04:17
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His cognition was a’ falling off
But all his doctors they just reach below and ask for coughs
Well I guess that he doesn’t mind
He’s got those government allotted meds
And it’s all gonna be fine
Popping red pills he’s rabbit white at teatime with friends
Ooh la la her spray tan emits a heavenly glow
Now his sheets are stained in orange and cheap perfume
While honey touches her toes
Well I guess that she doesn’t mind
Refined sugar still can bake that bread
And she watches it rise
Suzy Homemaker buying acres with boys on the side
Chorus:
Tell me does he have a clue?
You’re gonna slide onto the night
Shine a light he might think twice
Clipping wings on birds that flew
Another notch he’ll tighten up
A feathered belt never has enough
Time to time they have a’falling out
His dementia’s far too gone
He punched the wall and broke every plate in the house
Well I guess she started to mind
That fine china no it don’t come cheap
And calmly sipping her chai
She said, “Geronimo, I’m out the plane,
A bird on a wire”
Chorus
Enough time to design
A perfect place to be
A hammock on a sandy beach
Chorus
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5. |
Mushroom Clouds
03:44
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Whatever happened to the glory waxed from our youth?
Did we torch it with the car?
Yellow happy face rise and shine it’s time to fake
A killer smile to get by
Hello spaceman
Houston called you home last night
Can’t get it from the news
The story broke we’re all confused
Truth is up and down not left or right
Take a coffee break
Caffeine nukes fire away
Mellow out in mushroom clouds
Your bumper sticker said, “The future freaks me out.”
Melting icecaps
Cancer rays
Sunday driving
Sweet escape
Common good devoured by fools
Who own all the wealth and build walls to trap you
Jackhammer through their cardboard spines
Separated church and state
Oh God bless the USA
Bomb our enemies to smithereens
And Flood! Flood! Flood!
Fire water blues
Frack it, torch it, light the fuse
Baby we’ve got oil to burn
Oh to be great again
Led to hell by old white men
Who abandon children to the wolves
Bow down on your knees, kiss the ring, dance and twirl
Melting icecaps
Cancer rays
Sunday driving
Sweet escape
Common good devoured by fools
Who own all the wealth and build walls to trap you
Jackhammer through their cardboard spines
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6. |
The Red Eye
05:27
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She hoped to catch some sleep on the red eye
The only fix for those black and blue eyes
Bourbon and pills to bring me down
Pilot don’t wake me until I touch the ground
Maybe I will find
Myself again
At the end of this ride
She said she’s never kissed a stranger
Or placed her faith into babies in mangers
One more sip could take me down
Baby please be there when I touch the ground
Maybe I will find
Myself again
At the end of this night
And maybe I will find
Myself again
At the end of this life
This life...
She hoped to catch some sleep on the red eye
The only fix for those black and blue eyes
Bourbon and pills to bring me down
Baby please be there when I touch the ground
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Whiskey Autumn Denver, Colorado
Combining retro jangle with a modern beat, Whiskey Autumn blurs genre lines to create surf dream pop
psychedelia.
Hailing from Denver, CO, Whiskey Autumn consists of multi-instrumentalists Greg Laut and Jason Paton. The band's new album, Modern Doubt, is scheduled to drop on April 12, 2019.
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