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What Frontier EP

by US English

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Headlines like clouds. Come quickly, help come now. Dead souls with heavenly hopes, depressed at work, headaches at home. I, American, maker of my own gravestone. In 2050, who will be kings we kneel with, gods we greet daily? What frontier will our cities sing about now? No news is good news. The future is in whose head? No news is good news. The future is in whose head? In whose hands? We’re in love with our own myths, Our own ends. In 2050, who will be kings we kneel with, gods we greet daily? What frontier will our children sing about now? I had a dream, It flew, discovered land. It demanded time, In time, it will move past. I had a dream, It flew, discovered land. It demanded time, In time, it will take my life. Like an American manic revival, revolution. A round world panicked that it has become flat.
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Future perfect Past perfect Picture perfect Word perfect Beware of phrases like these. Beware of times like these. Future perfect Past perfect Picture perfect Word perfect Finally, a funeral Future perfect Past perfect Picture perfect Word perfect We're like stocks falling in columns. We're like lambs let loose to wolves.
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Miser 04:10
We’re tied together Like money in a miser’s coat. It won’t wear well forever, but It’s fine for now. Bellwether quiet tonight, a lamb alone along the cliffside. We’re tied together Like money in a miser’s coat. It won’t wear well forever, but It’s fine for now. God's name, a boneless string of vowels. Just a sound around your neck now. You, you're like water, you always want in. You always want in.
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News! 04:02
Where is the news? What is the count up to? Down-doubled debt, We learned to cheat at blackjack, But lost the bet. Who called us fools, fools, fools? Why don’t our blues sound true? Give up these ghosts, We’re moving too fast now to believe the best. There’ll come a day, God knows, Ashes in the air. There is no post-apocalypse, Still money is where my mouth is. Where is the news? What is the count up to? Down-doubled debt, We learned to cheat at blackjack, But lost the bet. Where is the next New suburban myth to trust? Dreams of apocalypse Like guns turned on ourselves. There’ll come a day, God knows, Ashes in the air. There is no post-apocalypse, Still money is where my mouth is. When I wake up... When I wake up... When I wake up... I’ll get a new life. When I… When I wake up, I’ll get a new life. There’ll come a day, God knows, Ashes in the air. There is no post-apocalypse, Still money is where my mouth is.

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released October 12, 2010

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