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Look at her face, she is so young,
yet you turn your back on her.
Give them the gift we've turned to gray;
after all we've had our day.
There's still ice in our caps;
There's still gas in our tanks; but when we fall we break legs.
And I'd examine myself but we know trying is the first step towards failure.
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Faith in the land I love
With the word of god echoed in our laws
I see we're free as free should be
But we are in danger of the enemy
How about a war
Yes, yes a war
We'll start a war
To end all war
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Pop that Collar Chad
06:12
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Tune in to know the newest way death will finally find us.
Tune if for accusations, rumors incriminating all.
Keep children safe in their beds.
Don't ever trust your neighbors.
Your government will save you.
Color codes your panic level now.
Frightened citizens: better consumers. Ignore expert opinion.
Sensational reporting breeds fear, hides truth, makes money.
The media controls the masses with scare tactics and products.
Abusing the First Amendment, real problems go unnoticed.
Culture of paranoia turns skin into skin color.
Sheep sleep with their guns loaded.
Your neighbors are out to get you.
In suspicion we stand. Stay home.
In suspicion we stand. Lock your doors.
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Endlessly Indebted
04:21
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For putting your family first
And those incredible thankless meals.
For those nine months you carried me.
For your big heart inside, I will feel endlessly indebted.
For investing in endlessly stress, I will feel endlessly indebted.
For those late nights you were there to talk.
For loving us no matter what we did.
For having that first martini
And understanding about the Miata...
For your big heart inside, I will feel endlessly indebted.
For investing in endlessly stress, I will feel endlessly indebted.
Took my fears away.
Held me close and safe.
Fed the strength for life.
Almost scary how perfect you are.
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English Clash
07:36
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Intolerance Inherent
06:10
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The human mind is desperate for a guiding hand,
so deities are born.
The weight of life and death are just too much for us,
so religious books are penned.
In Christ they found a white right,
then raped him of his word.
The word "God" removes our guilt now
to conquer, blame, and burn.
The intolerance inherent in theology
will end this world one day.
The fundamentalists will serve their gods,
fusion bombs will detonate.
In Christ they found a white right,
then raped him of his word.
The word "God" removes our guilt now
to conquer, blame, and burn.
With martyrs promised paradise
And seventy-two virgins
Western dominance expands
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Once, in a land of darkness--long ago--when all the Earth was covered in darkness and shadow under a spell of an evil sorceress witch, the people cried for deliverance, and no child was born for many a long year.
Out of the mountains of Bothzak a hero did answer their call: riding forth upon his stalwart steed, brandishing the heirloom of his house: the jewel encrusted claymore.
Forth he rode into the night, slaying foes great and small, and all evil did flee before this valiant hero and the might of the jewel-encrusted claymore.
At last the hero came to the evil witch's realm and lo, he looked upon the barren wasteland: frozen and dry where no life could take hold. And with his claymore he smote the witch's minions and at long last stood face to face with her. And he did run her through with his claymore, piercing the soft flesh beneath the witch's callous exterior.
She gave a cry of pain and--yet it seemed to all that did witness--possibly a cry of ecstasy, as well. And behold, impossibly he saw that she was unharmed and fair now to look upon. The skies of the land opened upon the Earth and life began to bloom anew.
She looked upon him and said, "Oh, most valiant of heroes, thou hast delivered me from a fate worse than death. Verily I beseech you, wilt thou pierce me with thy jewel-encrusted claymore once more?" And so he did and all the land rejoiced.
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Kept in the dark of our intentions.
Miss Mother Murder pick up her gun.
Smother their culture with mayonnaise;
extract the black without public blame.
We blanket blood with patriot sound.
Our bandages yellow ribbon bound.
How'd she always know?
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L'elan Vital Boulder, Colorado
L'elan Vital was brain born in Barcelona while Brandon Bosch was studying abroad in 2004. He envisioned a project that would
infuse environmentalism and humor into the Post Rock genre. The band was formed over a craiglist ad from abroad.
The name "L'elan Vital" was caught by Brandon while reading the closing chapters of "This side of Paradise" by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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