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The opera is over
Singers have all gone home
Seats are empty
The kitchen is closed
The sidewalks are sprayed down
The blinds are pulled down
The foundation's unstable
The wrecking ball is back
Quiet business vacancy
Quiet business vacancy
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Symphony's concluded
The instruments are all cased up
The notes are silent
The music's still apparent
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
Art is dying
Is art dead?
Art is dying
Is it dead?
Believe it
We need it to move on
A one track mind in a one way town
Let's go ahead and gentrify
We let art die with robot minds
Steal the brush and paint boundary lines
A stale kind the people we'll find
Walking in single file line
I think its time to finally rewind
Lets go ahead we might as well
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
Singers have all gone home
Seats are empty
The kitchen is closed
The sidewalks are sprayed down
The blinds are pulled down
The foundation's unstable
The wrecking ball is back
Quiet business vacancy
Quiet business vacancy
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Symphony's concluded
The instruments are all cased up
The notes are silent
The music's still apparent
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
Art is dying
Is art dead?
Art is dying
Is it dead?
Believe it
We need it to move on
A one track mind in a one way town
Let's go ahead and gentrify
We let art die with robot minds
Steal the brush and paint boundary lines
A stale kind the people we'll find
Walking in single file line
I think its time to finally rewind
Lets go ahead we might as well
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
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one is that -as the rest of the album- it talks about how people who suffer from SP experience music that is either they heard once and is subconciously buried or music that they kno anyway...it is very distinct and very intence, then comes to an abrupt stop...
the second meaning is like their song "sanzen" and about how people no longer appreciate art and music, only appreciate the ones that are being fed to them by the media...
a one track mind in a one way time
let's go ahead and gentrify
let art die with noble minds
steal a brush and paint boundary lines
for the stale kind of people we'll find
walking in single file line
I think it's time to finally rewind
let's go ahead we might as well