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Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion with a sigh
“Alright?” Alright.
Deadlines are winding down
Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death)
When all the color fades away, the world is black and white
Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light
It’s no surprise
Dead checks, dead sex, dead cigarettes flood the ambulance in the dead of night
Alright? Alright.
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death)
When all the color fades away, the world is black and white
There’s a dead song on the audio tape
The strongest magnet couldn’t wipe away
Singing, “It’s alright” but it’s not alright
Then: pin-pricks on the back of your neck
A little voice inside you says, “When you hear dead songs don’t sing along – let it die.”
Lift your small voices up and we’ll stitch these cries into a choir
Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can’t divide.
Alright?
“Alright?” Alright.
Deadlines are winding down
Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death)
When all the color fades away, the world is black and white
Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light
It’s no surprise
Dead checks, dead sex, dead cigarettes flood the ambulance in the dead of night
Alright? Alright.
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death)
When all the color fades away, the world is black and white
There’s a dead song on the audio tape
The strongest magnet couldn’t wipe away
Singing, “It’s alright” but it’s not alright
Then: pin-pricks on the back of your neck
A little voice inside you says, “When you hear dead songs don’t sing along – let it die.”
Lift your small voices up and we’ll stitch these cries into a choir
Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can’t divide.
Alright?
Lyrics submitted by Lanimilbus
Track duration: 02:52
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"Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light
It’s no surprise
Dead checks, dead sex, dead cigarettes flood the ambulance in the dead of night"
sounds cool
What alien service claimed my faithless tongue?"
-from the poem 'unsung' by Julia P. Boynton
"We're going to play a new one...it's about false culture. Don't believe people when they tell you what you're supposed to like, 'cause all the shit that's out there that's mass-produced and pushed down your throats is usually garbage. Speak for yourself. This one's called Dead Songs."
That is what he said at the TLA Sunday night as well.
Another great song by a great band.
people who just want you to be like them are blocking out people who really care for you.
no one sleeps (its supposed to be no one hopes) and no one dreams
nobody has feelings of their own
when all the colour fades away the world is black and white
everything becomes thrown into two catagorys once people stop being s\who they are
Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light
kids are raised by the tv sets and the things on them arent real theirs no such thing as a reaality show
There’s a dead song on the audio tape
The strongest magnet couldn’t wipe away
there will always be people who arent always going to be real
Singing, “It’s alright” but it’s not alright
the popular feeling is not the right one its fake
A little voice inside you says, “When you hear dead songs don’t sing along – let it die.”
dont do what the popular culture says to just leave it to fade away
Lift your small voices up and we’ll stitch these cries into a choir
Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can’t divide.
even though youre one person make a differance and say what you feel and you cant be taken down
another meaning i found is music related: about how music is just numb and nobody feels that way and cant relate