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The Static
03:10
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It’s the Great Frustration, now’s the time for tempting fate
every generation thinks it’s born a decade late
True love has eluded me
my friendships are in flames
The courtyard has included me
but the queen forgot my name
Monetizing intellect and contradicting doubt
Sympathize collectively and tip on your way out
I am the static on your radio
Outer ring of inner circle seems like a good fit
Every single hurdle is the mess you make of it
Sufficiently poisoned
brave enough to make a sound
Amounting up to noise
until you’re the loudest mouth in town
Always want to make the cut until you need a stitch
The high road is less traveled, then you end up in the ditch
I am the static on your radio
And so regarding overflow
I begged your pardon, told you so
Feel out of place
without a trace
I am the static on your radio
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2. |
Not In My Hemisphere
02:05
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You disappeared
You’re not in my hemisphere
Crash course career
You’re not in my hemisphere
You’ve been forewarned
Acting forlorn
You made the scene
Forgot about the in betweens
So insincere
You’re not in my hemisphere
A puppeteer
You’re not in my hemisphere
You’ve been outclassed
by the outcasts
Cover your tracks
Selling the shirt right off your back
A banner year
You’re not in my hemisphere
For all your peers
You’re not in my hemisphere
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3. |
Hate To Bother You
03:26
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Troll for pity around the city without fail
Anything you part with you’ll put up for sale
Gotta learn to crash and burn when it starts to get gross
I would rather be a rumor than a ghost
I’d really hate to bother you
I gave up getting through
You’ve been dying to define the doom and gloom
Read the riot act but you can’t read the room
I took you for granted-you can’t take a hint
I can’t even stand to see your name in print
I’d really hate to bother you
I gave up getting through
There are better things to do
Drown the sound out when you scoff at me
We’ve been around this block before
It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy
Such a bore
I’d really hate to bother you
I gave up getting through to you
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4. |
Lonesome Planet
01:53
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We slipped into the stratosphere and left a life on loan
I didn’t fit this universe so I created my own
Through county fairs and wax museums,
bowling alleys, bars,
coffeeshops, and coliseums
to unearth who we are
Sentimental to a fault and anxious in a crowd
Speech pattern does somersaults and I wonder aloud
if left to our own devices
below and above
can we find comfort in the license
to fail at what we love?
Neon nights and warehouse days have all taken their toll
The working class is hauling ass or living on the dole
Can you hear the clubhouse? Come in,
there are no VIPs
The pundits are redundant
and we’re an equal army
It’s a lonesome planet no more
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Folios Saint Paul, Minnesota
Lo-fi cardigan rock/shambolic pop from songwriter Martin Devaney and friends.
“Dispatch echoes
Elliott Smith and Robyn Hitchcock with a unique Minnesotan warmth and sense of resiliency.” -Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Charmingly rickety lo-fi guitar pop songs that combine an ear for hooks with a no-frills approach” -Bandcamp New and Notable
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