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Free Sampler: Featuring "Hero" from Vices' new EP, "Venom & Pride"
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released 03 January 2012
Lyrics by Dave Curtis
Music by Vices I Admire
"Apathology" features Kyle Simmons - tags
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- Track Name: Sweetest Girl
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She gets her moves right from the front page and begs me, ooh I’ve got the sweetest girl. She is the product of uncertainty. The treasure I sought, a wonder grinning and gold, so much for the soft words she never told: that I would have to wait so many steps behind.
Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.
Now she likes to touch only when I’m sleeping, it keeps me dreaming of a sweeter girl. One with a generalized impurity. She’s abruptly the queen, suddenly fit for the crown, probably the reason she don’t need me now. But I prefer things much more spiritual, so I’ll stay a step behind.
Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.
She gets bored. If there were a photographic record you could watch her as she pulls the rope to move back the floor and let the world fly out from under me. I’ll act my age, but if there’s any reason, then I reason it’s a reasonably good time to stage my routine routine: melodramatic love affair.
Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.
We’re all miserable - Track Name: Stay Away
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Carry me, carry me to your lips I'll be your cinnamon oh with sugar this
sweet upon my tongue it burns right through the skin
She drinks me: venom and pride; lonely on my kiss. Heart full of daggers,
dear, won't keep me here. Tell me who you miss.
You'll never let me go. Oh? It's easier said than done, I'm so hard, hard to
forgive I'll never give you enough. Felicity knows my name, oh oh oh.
Never doubt my sort, cause' I'm very hard, hard to believe, believe I done
did it all for her (for you).
Carry me, carry carry me down to your lips I'll be your cinnamon. If falling
in love's a lonely game, it's one I intend to win.
She couldn't sort me out, forgive me, oh oh oh, promises promises, hey,
so sweet to let them go.
Carry me carry me to your lips I'll be your cinnamon
Yeah, stay away from me.
Carry me carry carry me down to your lips I'll be your cinnamon would
you hold me again?
Yeah, stay away from me.
I get so high from falling down. - Track Name: Hero
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I've understated my phrenology.
It seems my head is far too wicked for this ride.
If I had your name, I'd wear it right 'round my neck so I could vindicate an anti-social suicide.
And if you're bored of me then I have met the mark: another bipedal freak cutting the future from his hands.
I like your world, you search for knowledge yet, you're learning how to forget and forgetting how to understand.
My heroes all lied to me. Lied and lied again. My heroes have all worn their welcomes out, they lied to me, lied to me.
I'll never be a hero oh oh oh oh oh uh oh oh.
How can you ever say I've ever said enough?
Or sold a soul to select a new vision for re-visioning?
See, I'm the real McCoy: an empty vessel that never sleeps. You'll find that I work much better when I have been suffering.
And if you're bored of me then I have raised the bar, a little too high, a little too high to wrap your head around.
I like your world, it's full of fragile facts. At least they're easily replaced when easier reasoning is found.
My heroes all lied to me. Lied and lied again. My heroes have all worn their welcomes out, they lied to me, lied to me.
I'll never be a hero oh oh oh oh oh uh oh oh.
I'll be forgotten.
You don't mind me? Well I suppose you did. A grinning groveling buffoon. Teacher teach me how to live. And when I wear you out. What will you wear for me? Nothing at all.
My heroes are dead dead dead dead.
Cool you: my god; I'd make you see, one violent word. One violent me. I kiss your lips. I stole your voice and now you know.
I'll never be a hero. - Track Name: Heartbreaker
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What’s your name? Tell me your secrets. Reasonable regrets, no preface or pretense, just c’mon lay down with me. Cut yourself from the stone, that you milled in the doorway here and keep every problem you want my dear, I’ll make it perfectly clear: all I desire is your physical pain. Like when you crawl to me, open aversion is just for show, I’d give a warning but I think you know--it doesn’t matter where you go--I’ll be recording every casual shame. Now you know me.
And I’ll tell you all about the politics of apathy. I’ll get you drunk on a word and walk you down the street. I’ll be uncomfortably warm, read me unreasonably well. I’ll put your name on the list you’ll be unable to sell. I am the heartbreaker.
There are those who impersonate their feelings of love, who draw their deficit courage from the red badge of another warm body embraced by the bed. And I’m just so damn sure that I’m not your enemy, I’ll never say what you meant to me or pretend I’ll be anything other than this weekend’s release. And now you know me well: I’ll fill you up just to empty you out. But, a criminal? No, I’m not, just the child of a lesser god (one who’s both perverse and profane). Now you know me.
And I’ll tell you all about the politics of apathy. I’ll get you drunk on a word and walk you down the street. I’ll be uncomfortably warm, read me unreasonably well. I’ll put your name on the list you’ll be unable to sell. I am the heartbreaker.
I’ll get you outta my head. I am the heartbreaker. - Track Name: Apathology
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This is my best impression of how the guilty hang. A confession invented by the peculiar page, witness the grace of the game and save your praise for the savior to raze this stage. And I would hand me over happily, see, I’ve earned my cover most carefully by them sticks and stones that owned important place and time and feed me alibis for my disappointing prosody that promised me the word not the paperback progeny re-posed and re-purged, is it loose, dilute, aloof, suffused with the proof of better second tries? Yeah, but I don’t mind that beat, ‘cause it’s a melody. Muse, divine me an art and buy me an artistry. See, I will give you every lonely piece of me and never want for mine.
I am all out of time, I’m all out of you too
This is my best impression of how the innocent crawl. Walk to run first or first stand then fall. Just remember the real course, and driving is easier pursued by the second hand. And this is my best impression of going belly high, see me don’t give in, don’t give up, do I? No. I am defiant of the factory molds and the fate proven partially blind. Call it the circle made whole, get what the beast deserves or whatever you want my friend, it’s just if I’m hard to see, then it’s hard to breathe. I’ve got a pulse that won’t pretend, that I don’t mind that beat, ‘cause it’s a melody. Muse, divine me an art and buy me an artistry. I will give you every lonely piece of me and never want for mine.
I am all out of time, I’m all out of you too
This is my unreasonable demon soothed. One possible dream removed. My challenge to fill the room by one silent voice--improved. An empty victory don’t bother me by the loss, I’ll be a little less empty when I’ve recovered the cost of the page--ever curious, divine and delirious, my invective invested is inviting a series of axioms to list: don’t count your love by the kiss, your fame by the risk, don’t own the boast over the bliss. This is how I get older I guess. - Track Name: Kiss Kiss
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Process me, produce the proper symmetry to put me in charge of reinventing the mute. Put me in party to the scheduled lie and give me your right hand but live by your left, make me murder every mountain and remove every paradise.
There are evil voices in my head
(They tell me the improbable arithmetic of closing my eyes and counting the cards [keep ‘em busy by counting the cards])
See how this wears me out? How close am I (now) to another dull mystery: are we the graveyard or the ghost? I have a motive. My motivations are a matter of fault--all your fault.
There are evil voices in my head
They say, "You’re wrong" again. Every bit as wrong as you were before, when you first divined your word for love, now you wear it on your tongue, saturate your lips and kiss someone. You’re beautiful.
Poison, be my guide. Prepare me for my proudest work: prostitute for my bride. Nothing’ll heal me but the severed limb, nothing will cure me like the cancer borne. Fail me, fail, fail me fail me not, I suffer every eager infection.
There are evil voices in my head
They say, "You’re wrong" again. Every bit as wrong as you were before, when you first divined your word for love, now you wear it on your tongue, saturate your lips and kiss someone. You’re beautiful. - Track Name: Monster (v. Plan B.)
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I’m just so sick and tired of playing the game. Forever meting and deleting all the simple mistake. Here I am, god, help me I am slave to a name not possible or possibly the person that I’ll became. See, everybody’s borne in battles but I’m trying to breed out, by never doubting that in doubting I’ve created the doubt: if I’m about the best bred to lead the canon’ed devout then can I realize and factualize my fictional account of how I’m born again? Forgive this life loving friends and friends don’t give a damn for damning is the means to end. I’ve been trained to live lost in a hole, where poison could equate to control, is controlled by my hand, here it is, here I am.
Dn dah.
What we don’t know yet we’ll never find in our books. So let’s spread our legs and all take a look at truth for once where wants are wound by how we’re pound for pound bound to like to fuck. I believe in what the conscience has ruled: credulous a must, allow my heart be fooled. Just as well, I’ll be stuck to sell my delight in licking sweat to swallow hell, oh well. I’m born, again, I’ll build a life fucking friends and friends won’t give a fuck for fucking is the latest trend. I’ll give my statue a shell, trust my unconscious is well and controlled by my hand, here it is, here we am.
Dn dah.
Don’t pin me up. Don’t you know my cross you’ll never carry?
Don’t nail me up. Why don’t you buy my cross? You’ll never bear it.
When I’m the god of failure you’ll love me later, and heaven dissolves for me
