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Tender Age
04:50
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The dust and sand kicked up from under the tires
Baked into the ground from the Texas sun
My wrists sore from being tied together
From the man with the badge and his hand on his gun
All I hear are howls down the hallways
All you see are tears on my face
All I know is you're all alone and scared
Behind the wire in this unfamiliar place
I’m not going to see you anymore
You're going to have to learn to play catch from someone else
I’m not going to see you smile anymore, look for stars, or learn to walk
Cause they took you at a tender age
I'm just trying to capture your face in my mind
You have your mother's nose and you have my eyes
The promises broken with words I don’t know
In the last few moments we have then we have to go
I’m not going to see you anymore
You're going to have to learn to play catch from someone else
I’m not going to see you smile anymore, look for stars, or learn to walk
Cause they took you at a tender age
And maybe one day ten years from now
You'll be running through the rain loving the storm
And you'll wonder where you got that from
Outside a truck stop when they were sending me home
You and I were on the TV screen
But nobody there could hear us at all
Over their children’s laughs and screams
Just past the tender age
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2. |
Lockdown
02:46
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Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
Everywhere the bullets strafe
We can't keep the children safe
Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
Lockdown, lockdown
Screaming out above the sound
Fumbling to make a call
Pressed up close against the wall
Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
Lockdown, lockdown
Crouching low close to the ground
All adds up eventually
In the 21st century
Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
Lockdown, lockdown
They said there's no motive found
Waiting for the NRA
To sidestep blame and dance on graves
Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
Lockdown, lockdown
All the tension's tightly wound
Redhead Russians infiltrate
Congress never legislate
Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
Lockdown, lockdown
Every school in every town
Babies trying trying to go outside
Just to make it home alive
Lockdown, lockdown
Shots are flying all around
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3. |
2900
04:27
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I stared at my shoes and tapped the concrete stair
Listening to the sounds of Spanish words report from over there
All of the radios
All of the rain
All cross the barrio
All of the pain
I stared at the crevices her nails dug in the chair
Waiting for a sign on the other line and exhale a breath of air
Just to hear her father's voice
Just to know that he's alright
But we sat on LeMoyne, lit another smoke
And waited through the night
2900 gone
2900 gone
The lights are out, the winds are strong
No one knows what's going on
Waiting for a sign of hope
Waiting for a sign of aid
While rich men walk through comfortable worlds
Hoping that our memories fade
We stared at the TV
We sat until dawn
Whispering of the ghosts that had followed her here
From the streets of old San Juan
And then it's a night
And then it's a year
And then there's a flight
And it's worse than we feared
2900 gone
2900 gone
The lights are out, the winds are strong
No one knows what's going on
Waiting for a sign of hope
Waiting for a sign of aid
While rich men walk through comfortable worlds
Hoping that our memories fade
The waves keep crashing
The leaders hide
The months keep passing
The numbers climb
And they're still asking
If we're on their side
The months keep passing
The numbers climb
2900 gone
2900 gone
The lights are out, the winds are strong
What the fuck is going on?
Waiting for a sign of hope
Waiting for a sign of aid
Waiting for the world to figure out it's not that far away
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4. |
Patriot Day
02:16
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5. |
We're Still Here
04:02
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Trying to get up and get out to the street
Putting one foot in front of the other with the pavement under our
feet
You say to stay quiet put it back on the shelf
But these are roads you’ve never walked yourself
Don't look away
Don't tell me it doesn't matter
We're still here making a sound
Every day though everything seems shattered
We’re lifting the bricks up off the ground
The snow’s coming down trying to keep us inside
They’ll say it’s our fault then they’ll tell us to hide
But with a stranger’s smile with a helping hand
We’re marching on to start again
Don't look away
Don't tell me it doesn't matter
We're still here making a sound
Every day though everything seems shattered
We’re lifting the bricks up off the ground
We’re still here
We don’t need a wall
We’re still here
We’re holding the elevator
We’re still here
Turn the planes back around, they can’t keep us down
We’re still here
And we’re not going away
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The Przmatics Chicago, Illinois
The band's debut album was ranked "Best Indie Rock 2017" by Indie Rock Cafe.
New EP arrives
11/22/22!
Ausberto Acevedo (bass)
Barry Bennett (drums)
Nick Gutierrez (vocals, keyboards)
Nü Moon (vocals, guitars)
Meika Sha (vocals, guitars)
Mike Przygoda (etc)
... more
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