1. |
The Transmission
04:04
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Fate has ordained
Your voyage is doomed
Creating your fame
First grave of the moon
Do not be afraid
Because arrangements are made
Our epic heroes of flesh and blood
They searched for truth with noble desire
Sent up from Gaia, depart the ground
Trapped in their vessel
It is not yesterday
It is not yesterday anymore
It is not yesterday
What have we done today, what have we done?
What would you say if you knew they were gonna die?
What would you do if the crew don’t survive?
The speech has been penned, transmission will end
No bodies recovered and no signs of life
What would you say if you knew they were gonna die?
What would you do if the crew don’t survive?
Men lost at sea, they rest in tranquillity
A million leagues deep with the darkest sky
Our widows-to-be mourn this night
Their hearts are pierced never sleeping despite
Their weariness, hearing this tragic sound
The mariner’s tale, signed closed and bound
I know this hurts
Your hurt is true
Lost sailor soul
They would miss you
Yesterday
It is not yesterday anymore
It is not yesterday
What have we done today, what have we done?
What would you say if you knew they were gonna die?
What would you do if the crew don’t survive?
The speech has been penned, transmission will end
No bodies recovered and no signs of life
What would you say if you knew they were gonna die?
What would you do if the crew don’t survive?
Men lost at sea, they rest in tranquillity
A million leagues deep with the darkest sky
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2. |
End Transmission
02:33
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Deep Fake Richard Nixon
Goodnight
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3. |
Little Purple Pill
04:47
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Do you have a backache?
Do you have a heartache?
Do you have anxiety?
Do you have anything at all?
Anything at all?
We can make your pain go away
But the band-aid is here to stay
Don’t take drugs kids, just opiates
Listen to what your doctor has to say
Wake up and smell the
Do you have a backache?
Do you have a heartache?
Do you have anxiety?
Do you have anything at all?
We can make your pain go away
But the band-aid is here to stay
Don’t take drugs kids, just opiates
Increase your dosage every other day
Wake up and smell the
Pharmaceuticals
Do you have a backache?
Do you have a heartache?
Do you have anxiety?
Do you have anything at all?
Eat this
Eat this little pill
Eat this
Eat this little pill
Do you have a backache?
Do you have a heartache?
Do you have anxiety?
Do you have anything at all?
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4. |
Fix This
10:46
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You are walking at night
There are creeps to the right
Hear a shriek to the left
And that shriek spells death
Yeah you hear it on the news
Men will pluck you from the streets
Any time and any place
No you aren’t fucking safe
We need to fix this cultural mess
We need to weed out the violence!
We need to fix this cultural mess
We need to weed out the violence!
If you listen to the man
Girl you’ll never leave your bed sheets
The street ain’t a place
For a pretty lady
Become a human doormat
If you want to stay alive
Victim blamers giving tips
On how you can survive
We need to fix this cultural mess
We need to weed out the violence!
We need to fix this cultural mess
We need to weed out the violence!
Fix this
Fix this
Fix this
Fix this
Fix this
Fix this
Fix this
Fix this
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The Escape Pods are sonic explorers that are determined to go where no musician has gone before. Guitars and keys wailing, Bass thundering, Drums unhinged, and the occasional cameo of whatever instruments or household objects they can find.
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