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A short synth bopper about the "quarter life crisis" with robotic undertones. It's the follow up single to "1950's Movie Stars. Let me know your thoughts and feelings and spread the word.
lyrics
I put my faith into a man that i don't see,
Doesn't the whole world want uncertainty?
liquified freedom coming to a store near you,
I hope it doen't cost more than a dollar or two, or two.
I can understand if you want to stay up late,
We can drink and smoke while we debate.
Our favourite types of pitted-fruit
And then pass out for an hour or two, or two.
We can shut off our heads for a while,
Because giving a shit is going out of style.
I am the one who stopped feeling pain first,
Is that a power? Hell no, it's a curse.
A genuine smile doesn't get you very far,
Neither does knowing who you are, you are.
So let's set our hearts and this house on fire,
I do believe that our milk has expired
Yes, who need a home when you have a bar?
Where no mirrors reveal who you really are, you are.
We can just sit back and smile,
Because building a life is going out of style.
credits
from
Fictional Narcotics,
track released November 11, 2011
All instruments, vocals and production by Eddy Morin
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