'Mushroom Cloud' (Official Video) by Grant & Adam Conversano
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In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
I will look for you and call you out
Take your hand, walk you through the crowd
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
They’re always listening in
Tear out your eyes
Is it too late to begin
To join the world and advertise
Our story love, trapped in screens
From the nights spent on the sofa
To the suicide scenes
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
We will sleep whenever we’re allowed
Through the sirens, the screaming out
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
Fading, you know we don’t even fight no more
There’s only conversation through closed doors
Forgotten fire, forgotten wars
While outside, people walk around with evil eyes
They preach a fear that can’t be described
Still I want to meet you outside
We’ll go dancing in the pale green light
I want to look again into your eyes
Let me share this pointless life
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
I will look for you and call you out
Take your hand, walk you through the crowd
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
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Conman
05:20
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On the day when the conman comes
On the day when the conman comes
He’ll poison everyone
With the way his web is spun
There is no crystal ball
There is nobody to call
There is no future to see
There is no second death
There is no fortune left
No better place to be
On the day when the conman comes
On the day when the conman comes
He’ll poison everyone
In the way his web is spun
There is no second chance
No notions, no romance
There is no room for make-believe
When the story falls apart
And the wordless singing starts
There’s no excuse and no reprieve
Shall we formulate a vast shared dream?
A phantom centre of reality
A ponzi scheme
A world above, or version of
Where I don’t wanna scream
Nothing helps, nothing changes
A fear without a name
On the day when the conman comes
On the day when the conman comes
He’ll poison everyone
In the way his web is spun
There is no second death
There is no fortune left
There’s no future to see
When the story falls apart
And the worthless singing starts
There’s no better place to be
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This house is haunted
Will never be just as it was
This house is haunted
The effect is a part of the cause
But something isn’t right, how’re you gonna sleep tonight?
I keep sliding into consequence, multi-ness, numerousness
The future is lost, we’re out on ledge
Just barely alive, somehow not quite dead
Run aground in time, I will never let you down again
Or preserved in lime, all our troubles finally at an end
No more sorrow coming round the bend
And with the future slowly dying
Fear is multiplying
The weight of meaning starts receding, reaching, screaming
The weight of meaning, anti-meaning, thought receding
Get the overwhelming feeling
This house is haunted
Will never be just as it is
This house is haunted
I don’t care what anyone says
It’s three-dimensional, orbital, cosmical
I keep sliding into consequence, multiness, numerousness
Something isn’t right, how’re you gonna sleep tonight
Abandonment of sense, hoarding of significance
The future is lost, we’re out on ledge
Not fully alive, somehow not quite dead
Run aground in time, I will never let you down again
Or preserved in lime, all our troubles finally at an end
No more horror coming round the bend
And with the future slowly dying
Fear is multiplying
The weight of meaning starts receding, reaching, screaming
The weight of meaning, anti-meaning, thought receding
Get the overwhelming feeling
This house is haunted
Will never be just as it was
This house is haunted
The effect is a part of the cause
It’s three-dimensional, orbital, cosmical
I keep sliding into consequence, multi-ness, numerousness
Something isn’t right, how’re you gonna sleep tonight
Abandonment of sense, hoarding of significance
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Sober
05:04
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It doesn’t bear to think about
Maybe better we found out
But I’d just as soon’ve died in your arms
Singing Swedish cowboy songs
Honey, but it won’t be long
A little time away would do no harm
I was thinking maybe I’d get sober
Take a trip up north, embrace the cold
Lean into the loneliness, the solitude, the emptiness
This living young is getting old
Waiting for a morning train
Half my belongings in the rain
Trying to leave behind the pain and fear
I heard about a working ship
Down by the Gibraltar strip
I think I could finally disappear
Maybe feel the rush of starting over
Without heaven or man to belt me down
Maybe use a different name
Still changing, still the same
Let you know when I come back in town
Spun, blindfolded and skinned
Untethered, thrown to the wind
Got no way to reason it out,
Wouldn’t know where to begin
Where would I hope to found
No such thing as holy ground
Just learn to gravitate on a sound
Look up at the moon and stars
Maybe I should go to Mars
Find another lonely spinning stone
Or maybe join a whaling ship
Up around the Bering strip
Leave behind everything I’ve known
Or maybe I’ll get sober
Take a trip up north, embrace the cold
Lean into the loneliness, the solitude, the emptiness
This living young is getting old
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I Feel Bad
06:03
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I feel bad when I’m rushing for the late train
And I feel bad when I’m standing in a crowd
I feel bad when I’m stuck inside my own brain
And I feel bad any time that I get out
I don’t mean to cause you heartache
I’m not trying to make a show
I’m not saying it for its own sake
I just thought you’d like to know that I feel bad
And I feel bad when I’m dancing with my baby
I feel bad when I’m grooving on the street
I feel bad when I’m laying low and lazy
And I feel bad with all the people that I meet
It’s just a cockroach in the punchbowl
It’s not a plague upon the land
I’m not trying to fill the pothole
I’m just trying to understand
There is a vortex that I dance to
There is a weight I move toward
I track the cyclones on the bayou
Oblivion is my reward
No need to struggle against the quicksand
Or drag my body through the snow
I have a showdown with a dead hand
Before I shuffle down below
All the prisoners in the jails know
Like all the monks in all the world
The politicians and the pimps see
The arc of human history bends towards misery
There’s a shooter at the campground
There is poison in the well
They’re turning cartwheels at the impound
There’s a body in the swell
I’m not trying to shake the fault lines
Or drag the demons up from hell
I’m no canary in the coal mine
Or the martyr in the cell
Feel like the runner on the treadmill
Or the hamster in the maze
The constant hammer at the anvil
The accumulation of the days
This is a vortex I can dance to
This is a mass I move toward
There is a cyclone on the bayou
Another stillbirth in the yard
There is a cockroach in the punchbowl
There is a plague upon the land
I’m not trying to fill the pothole
I’m just trying to understand
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Colony Collapse
04:22
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House of anger, tower of need
Observe the ritual, sowing the seed
See the tillerman tilling for me
Through the doledrum, the melancholy
The performance, the faith in his charms
‘till we’re wrapped in the weatherman’s arms
Says collapse is coming, I tend to agree
The big rift, backshadow
Need a minute, man, I don’t think I follow
No need to find out where the drift began
We will meet our ending hand in hand
Vast expanse, dark heaven above
Keep living but we don’t make love
Lay down the burden, the guilt and the shame
You were born to be a link in the chain
Another minute lurching, another end nearing
No cure for the disease of disappearing
But it’s nothing that won’t wash out in the rain
Don’t want love, don’t get it
Doesn’t hang around, won’t let us forget it
No need to find out where the rift began
We will meet our ending hand in hand
Turning inwards, look to space
Put us all in the nothing place
The big sin, the dawn of hate
It’s quite clear it’s come too late
Diversion, misdirection and the great debate
With the stars falling downwards in their sevens and eights
Can’t sit your body still, can’t concentrate
Neither summoning the will, but it’s gone too late
It’s too late, say never
Need a minute, man, can’t hold it together
Need to find out where the drift began
We will meet our ending hand in hand
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Disease
05:35
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No lust, no dream
No hope, no regret
Still looking for a present to live for
Sticking to the plastic seats in sweat
Just carried along
Universe wants me dead
I drift through the flatland’s corpse-brown overgrowth dripping dread
Something’s rotten
Dying to be forgotten
Panic of the ages in the air
It feels like disease
Every time I walk in the room
I know the end’s coming soon
Feels like disease
Every time my face hits the air
I know we’re going nowhere
I waited for you by the gallow tree
Performing the lovesick poet
Looking for sympathy
To be buried alone
Or stuck in the pen
Swollen, twisted, broken
Twist again
Something’s rotten
Dying to be forgotten
Panic of the ages in the air
It feels like disease
Every time I walk in the room
I know the end’s coming soon
Feels like disease
Every time my face hits the air
I know we’re going nowhere
Of all the ways to feel alone
Solo or group or pair
Disengaged or catatone
Saturated, muted breath and strangled air
Surrounding, smothering, unbound
You are the loneliest of all the worlds you’ll ever see
Is this the way it’s supposed to be?
Rattle off, rattle on
I’d soon as be dead
I drift through the flatland’s corpse-brown overgrowth dripping dread
No longer weighed down
Or stuck in the pen
Just swollen, twisted, broken
Let’s twist again
Something’s rotten
Dying just to be forgotten
Panic of the ages in the air
It feels like disease
Every time I walk in the room
I know the end’s coming soon
Feels like disease
Every time my face hits the air
I know we’re going nowhere
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Pink Morning/Magic Light
05:00
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I heard love will never let you down
Straight as an arrow, strong as metal, sweet as honey, fast as sound
If it become misdirected or misplaced
What if you find it’s not a beacon, but a rope around your waist?
I think I maybe need to spend some time alone
Sit in the silence, take my penance in the arms of the unknown
Or is that onliness we’ll all know when we die
Enough to keep me for the whole rest of my wretched little life?
Pink morning, magic light
Not another soul in sight
Pink morning, magic light
Where are you tonight?
The mirror holds some things I cannot forgive
Maybe life is not worth all the trouble it would be to live
What if you find you’re merely loving out of fear
Fear of kindness, fear of ruin, fear it all could disappear
Out on this lonesome golf course where I find myself
As the night gives way to morning, the snow begins to melt
There are many things I wish for or have lost
And everything I have, have ever known, will melt away like frost
Pink morning, magic light
Not another soul in sight
Pink morning, magic light
Where are you tonight?
I feel I really need to spend some time alone
Forget my brothers and my mother, forget my father and my home
Or is that onliness we’ll all know when we die
Enough to keep me for the whole rest of my worthless little life?
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