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by Voight-Kampff

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1.
Got a wallet full of nothing and a fridge that looks the same and now I've moved up to a town in which nobody knows my name I've left some things behind which never would have stayed got sick of cashing in on all the dues I've paid Remember faces, names, and places but it's comfort that I miss things ceased to feel good in that city there's nothing different about this Got myself a good job now a distraction from my thoughts I wake up the same way each day from a dream that haunts I lay my head to sleep at night with a bottle beside so I can fall asleep to wonder why in dreams I hide
2.
Someone once said to me "Live your life and let it be" but it's slippin away "Live your life and let it be" someone once said to me but it's slippin away And I know it's such a waste of time their world is cruel and hypnotized your paranoia bred from lies you see right through your open eyes I know it's such a waste of time
3.
I went to see my friends tonight and the things they said were just so trite I have grown old beyond my years and nostalgia brings about old fears Last night in the old town last night with the old crowd it's time to leave it all behind it should feel bad but it doesn't should make amends but I mustn't I went to see my friends tonight got drunk and started up a fight I have grown old beyond my years and the thought does not inspire tears I've flipped through all the photographs to rekindle some forgotten feeling but I'll admit, my friends that I felt nothing and if yesterday was a better time I never knew it and if tomorrow turns a new page I couldn't prove it I went to see my friends tonight nothing we shared felt remotely right I have grown old beyond my years and I will say goodbye, my dears
4.
Let's lay a distance let's lay the lines down the bombs are bursting and nothing is fine now there's something brewing in these hallways there's nothing moving in these hallways Further's always been too far to manage for our heavy heads Finale armageddon in the heavens what lives we've made what beds we lay in we've made our messes now we're prayin (good god we're prayin?) We could see a child two for good measure we could see a future waiting waving in the distance We could lay mistakes to rest we're unforgiven, poorly written Don't it feel good to be alive? Who knows if any will survive
5.
What more can I say? it's my own fault it turned out this way what's left to be said? I've spent the last three years in your bed And I don't wanna be here anymore I've already returned from the war I don't wanna be here where my own bed inspires fear I just wanna return to before I tried to outrun my brain went from the west to the east with no gain there's no sleep without fear awaiting dreams that return you right here
6.
My streets are filled with violent tales a man stomped in with face all torn up a dead kitten on the sidewalk where all the children on the block stalk my streets are streets where violence prevails the alleys where the kids shoot up there's desolation in the streets I walk don't hear the neighbors on their stoops talk you see too much and your dreams are haunted try it your way in the streets you're taunted and I don't mean to be walkin round this lonely block no more Who do you turn to? Where do you go? Not into that cold cold night where no flowers grow What do you want, kid? What do you know? Don't turn to that cold cold night where your blood will flow Some men could stand for second-best and some men won't care some men could stand to be obsessed and some men want air ten men would speak the same and three others won't ten men would live in vain and yeah three others won't In bed I hear the shots ring out across our raw polluted town I've thought about it and I've got no doubts that it's this city gettin me down see the bloodstains on the sidewalk and watch the roaches climb my walls and over in the kitchen faucet's leakin waterfalls
7.
I know I ruled you like a tyrant does the way you told me that your father was I was so young, I know it's no excuse but all of my life I'd only known abuse And sippin Scotch and dancin in that mansion down the street too drunk to get my chance was gone to sweep you off your feet The Lafayettes, I know, did not approve those wealthy liberals held sway with you I realize their fears were justified my infidelities too numerous to hide You quit your job in haste in favor of giving me head in parking lots, so full of love then you moved on towards security the purpose of your change not lost on you or me just wish I'd had a chance to say to you that I had always adored you through and through

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Released by:
Deranged Records/Rock Bottom Records in the US/Canada
P. Trash Records in Europe

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released January 1, 2013

Design/Layout by Colin Swanson-White
Recorded by Matt Castore in St. Paul Minnesota 2012

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VK began as a bi-state recording project between vocalist Joseph Sulier (St. Louis, MO.) and instrumentalist Colin Swanson- White (Raleigh, NC) in the summer of 2010. To date the duo have released two full-length albums, “Self-Titled” and “The Din of Dying Youth”, and two singles, “Last House on the Right” and “Out to Sea” (all on Deranged and P. Trash Records) while living in separate states. ... more

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