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Intro
01:00
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Bliss
03:41
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Bliss – like your first time
Bliss – like your last time
Bliss – like your first kiss
Everything that you miss
There’s no heaven
There’s no hell
Repetition
Make it last
Bliss – like your first time
Bliss – like your last time
Bliss – Like your first kiss
Born again in the past
Close your eyes, what’s the first thing that you see?
A street, a couple of cars, maybe some trees
You look around and it’s just like you remembered it
Brick walls, picket fences, scrapes on your knees
But what’s beyond the fence? Beyond the walls? down the street?
A hand reaching down, but you don’t know where it leads
An uncertain future, full of possibility
Or a means to an end, sleepwalking endlessly?
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3. |
ArtCore
00:51
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Picture yourself in a museum
An artifact of moments passed
A taste of wine turns to turpentine
Just try to make the party last
Create, what you destroy
Slash the canvas
Back into the void
Wake up to another day of nothing
Soul unraveling at the seams
Another sip of inspiration
Another ship of salvaged dreams
What does it mean?
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4. |
Eponymosity
01:14
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Drawing a line in the sand
Derivative, boring and bland
Start another band. Shake another hand
Do it all according to plan
“Don’t wanna close another show”
“Drummer’s gotta go to work tomorrow”
“Hey, you got some shit that we can borrow?”
Aaaargh. So frustrating
We’re not paying dues, we’re paying debts
Blood without the sweat. Drugs without the sex
Fake tears, it’s all you fucking get
Eponymosity
Don’t believe a thing that you read
The critics agreed
They planted the seed
Now bury it before it starts to breed
E – P – O – N – Y – M – O – U – S
It’s just a word, doesn’t mean that much to us
Plant a tree. Eat a peach
It’s our fucking policy
Give us eponymous
Give us eponymous
Eponymous
Eponymous EP
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5. |
Life's A Beach
01:45
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Locked in an institution
Long Island Sound pollution
Can’t lose what hasn’t been found
Suburban dumping ground
No sun. No surf. No waves. Scorched earth
No tricks. No trade. No fun. No heroes’ parade
Turned down the wrong one-way street
Atlantic backbeat
Saw you on page seventeen
Obituary queen
Glass eyes. Black lips. Bad vibes. Bad trips
No sun. No shade. Dried up. Decayed
Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’t go.
Don’t go! No!
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6. |
Escape
02:03
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Come unstuck with me
The Atom Bomb hides under the eaves
The birds, the bees, the seeds
What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine
The planets, aligned. The fruit is on the vine
The shattered remains. The sound of crashing waves
Let’s go, let’s go away
Escape
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7. |
Scene, Not Herd
02:19
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Drunk on yourself, under the spotlight
Your paranoia, they’re always right
Poisoned plans, choking on cyanide
Hollow man, dead on the inside
No heart, No beat
How many times will you walk the same street?
How many ways are there to end the game?
Spin the bottle, hit repeat.
High on your horse, under the weather
Shit in your veins to mask the pain
Sound of mind, temporary blindness
Shivering from the heartache you bring
Try to amend it
Start to believe as you pretend it
Treading deeper in the trench you dug
Push the button, pull the plug
No way to end it
How many ways can you defend it?
Pacing circles in the rug
Push the button, pull the plug
Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Acceptance.
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8. |
Charlie's Point
02:53
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9. |
What's In A Name?
04:27
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Hoping for something to break
Bury your face in a plate
Complaining that everything’s fake
Can you tell me what’s in a name?
Ten-year cycles signal change
Spell it out, then sell it out
Same ideas, rearranged
Cover your eyes from the glare
Shell shock as the cameras stare
Laughing under the mask that you wear
But you tell them, what’s in a name?
Hands are tied and your head in flames
They sign you up, you churn them out
Ugliness is the rage
Kill the goose with the golden egg
Swinging noose as the image fades
Double platinum, beyond the grave
Don’t be so afraid
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10. |
899 Seconds
01:45
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Brain is fried, well’s run dry
Just waiting for your ship to arrive
Celebrity reality
Anything to keep the dream alive
Raid the cellar on your psychodrama
And shove your story on the world
But nothing on the screen is ever the same as you perceive
Another scandal, too bored and drugged to care
Ignore the rumors in the People Magazines and let them feed
Fill the mold with solid gold
Now everybody wants to be your friend
Bought and sold, swallowed whole
A new life is just around the bend
Lose the pride, or step aside
It’s time to re-invent yourself again
Praying that you find another trend
If god can’t help you, Simon Cowell can. AMEN
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11. |
Maiden Voyage
04:40
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Now open your hands
The wounds are still bleeding
You’re nailed to the wall
The vultures are feeding
Steal everything you were taught
Even-keel, never stray from the plot
Brokered deals as society rots
Contempt for what you’ve wrought
Now open your eyes
And stare through the darkness
Encased in the glass
Obscuring and blurring the path
Pride as the sails are unfurled
You’re born to die, that’s the way of the world
Left behind, hoping someday they’ll learn
Each passenger must wait their turn
Can you tell them, what was your name?
Tossed aside on the baggage claim
Was it worth it? Was it?
That’s the price of fame…
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12. |
Thanks A Million
01:41
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Thanks a Million
Thanks for playing, thanks for staying
Thanks a lot
You stole our slot
Thanks a Million
Thanks a Million
great set guys…
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13. |
Outro
00:59
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Let Me Crazy New York
2006-2012
Members:
Chris Baltrus, Jake Freeman, James Hagmaier, Chris Morell,
Jimmy Doyle, Russel Hymowitz, Ron Demay, Eric Milam, Sam Gentle
members went on to form Beach Craft Bonanza
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