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Didn’t matter how long we waited
The flood had not receded
We checked the maps and surveys:
Nowhere to go
Some folks had started praying
But it never finished raining
Despite the years of planning
Nothing to show
The levies overflowed
Supplies are running low
We better hit the road
Too many vices to forgive
We’ll find another place to live
Forty days upon the ocean
Your company, the bosun
Is suffering from starvation
It’s time to row
Succumbing to exhaustion
You hear an apparition
It’s there at the horizon
A ray of hope
The sun begins to set
You see a silhouette
A mountain top ahead
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Do you remember when we were young
And we built this city on rock and roll
But then we got old and the
Scene stayed young and got into the band
Life is so easy when you’re record’s hot
But then 10 years on, they’ve all forgotten
So we haunt the halls and we hug the walls
And try not to disappear
Fade in on a friday night
And your favorite brand new band is playing
You can’t tell how old they are
But steady diet dropped before they were born
You can’t get to the front
When you can’t be seen or slip in between
So you haunt the halls and you hug the walls
And try not to disappear
We’re at your shows, soaking up your oxygen
Drinking your blood, climbing inside your skin
Stealing your moves, filling another grave in
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Here in Richard Nixon’s safe room
I think you’ll observe that
The interior decorator
Was a fan of silver spoons
In Richard Nixon’s safe room
The bed’s shaped like a race car
There’s a box of pacifiers
Which the president justified by
Saying “there’s a girl that sleeps here
That cries out in cypher
She is not to be recorded
‘cause she is a russian spy”
In Richard Nixon’s safe room
He has his own Pac-Man machine
And you won’t need a quarter
Because the second player’s always free
In Richard Nixon’s safe room
You’re thirty meters underground
There’s no one looking for you
In Richard Nixon’s safe room
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4. |
Theme From Renewal
02:17
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Burn the city down
Build a whole new town
“..But somebody still lives there!”
“Who cares?”
Raze the public square
Ashes everywhere
“Let’s get a place nearby!”
“Why?”
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5. |
Under the Sea
02:57
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We sat and we waited
Discussed and debated
And now we’re trapped beneath the sea
We’re running out of air to breath
The coax cable
Could not be disabled
The flow of news from day to day
Is slowly driving us insane
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6. |
Room Service
01:51
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They’re knocking on every door
They want to come inside
“They’re rounding up all the radios
We need a place to hide.”
This isn’t treason, we need a reason.
They’re coming around again.
They’re forcing their way in.
They’re cleaning out your minibar
The valet just crashed your car
This isn’t treason, we need a reason
A reason to occupy, a reason to occupy
The party’s winding down
Gunshots all over town
They’re sinking down into their chairs
“it’s not safe for us out there!”
This is contrition, we need permission
Permission to occupy, permission to occupy
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7. |
Pool Party
01:31
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We’re in your yard
Digging a hole to find out
Just how far
Beneath the earth’s required
Hidden Scrolls
The wisdom of the ancient
Warriors
Have lead us to this moment
The battle for
The ancient city of the
Dinosaurs
We won’t accept surrender
Not before
Your secrets are uncovered
That is when
We build the pool again
We’ve broken through
The oaken door
Time to take up arms
Time to go to war
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8. |
Consequences
02:45
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“When you’re famous,
You can do what you want”
You are pinioned
In the back of the car
You’ve lost count of
The number of days
And how many
Times you’ve heard him say,
“There must be consequences
Some form of recompense exchanged
For all your great successes
For every atom of your fame”
Now your captor falls silent
Presses the gun against your side
Blue lights flash in the window
As the ether’s applied
“There must be consequences
Some form of recompense exchanged
For all your great successes
For every atom of your fame”
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The rising water knocked you from your feet
As you scrambled for higher ground
The smoke was lingerin’ over 40 east
So you made for the center of town
There’s no knowing what you’ll find there
You were out-of-state
And you were feeling lonely
Thought you’d relocate
From the city, to the city
What you couldn’t see
Until you signed the papers
Is that you’d always be
From the city, in the city
The Stahlman building was a welcome sight
You would follow the neon sign
You had no way to know the station moved
In 1979
The sun is fading, you’re running out of time
You were out-of-state
And you were feeling lonely
Thought you’d relocate
From the city, to the city
What you couldn’t see
Until you signed the papers
Is that you’d always be
In the city
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10. |
No Place at Home
02:02
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You pause, engine idles
At the corner of 10th and Main
One cloud, and then another
Touch down and head your way
Two clouds, patient, follow.
On foot and out of breath
No safety, no shelter,
You turn into their path
A sense of lightness takes you
The city looks so small from here
Leave it behind, look to the skies
And let the cyclone help you on your journey home
Look to the skies
And let the cyclone take you home
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Tower Defense Nashville, Tennessee
Four old friends with eight bands and one marriage shared between them get comfortable and make music they
love.
Current/former members of Apollo Up, Gentleman Divers, The Prudish Few, Short Ropes, and Take The Power Back.
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