1. |
Election Year Pt. 1
04:09
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It’s worth the fight; it’s worth the win
You have the right to claim what’s best
There’s a finger pointing to the hour- confess
There’s a scale you can tip it every contest
Turn around, the replacements
Turning out piece of papers
Keep control have a role in the prospects
Many trees count in the forest
How We Spend Our Vote-Is how we use our Voice
How we spend our days -Is How we make a choice
You could strike a chord that lasts forever
This elections year, we’ll remember
Between the sides there is a core
Preserve the peace reject the war
If you don’t have it someone else does
If you don’t grab it someone else will
Grip in hand heart in chest
Sight for eyes we look ahead
There’s a finger pointing to the hour- confess
There’s a scale tipped in every contest
How We Spend Our Vote-Is how we use our Voice
How we spend our days -Is How we make a choice
You could strike a chord that lasts forever
This elections year, we’ll remember
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2. |
We Can Only Watch
03:16
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Can you see it in the morning; I can see the smoke rising
Two parties less choices, Crossfire in our voices
We can get ourselves in it, can we get ourselves out quick
More copycat tickets, artificial competition
The wheels spinning right, the wheels spinning left
The wheels start to lock, we can only watch
We do what we’re sold, choked out by our own
Rivers we could cross, we can only watch
Now we can only watch
See karma left a present, now we’re eating what we stepped in
Never ending in a held breath, always wrong guessing what’s next
Is the ballot just a wish list, do we really make a difference
I’ve been feeling independent, with the laws you’ve been breaking
The wheels spinning right, the wheels spinning left
The wheels start to lock, we can only watch
We do what we’re sold, choked out by our own
Rivers we could cross, we can only watch
Now we can only watch, now we can only watch
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3. |
Match With an Orange Tip
02:55
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We can see, we can follow, swallow every breath you take
Every insult, all the fake shit that you claim
We share the same air inside ourselves,
We can hear you, Can you hear yourself?
Online, offline, every time you think,
Every feeling, every detail of your dream.
After midnight til the closing bell,
We can hear you, Can you hear yourself?
Burn watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it burn
Match with an orange tip, with an orange tip
Burn watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it burn
Match with an orange tip, with an orange tip
Like neighbors, layers, all access
Any address, any buttons that you press
You’re the all watching eye on the shelf
You’re looking at me, Can you see yourself?
Supervision, superstition,
Public image, vainglorious
Your reflection’s, just another shell
We can see you, Can you see yourself?
Burn watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it burn
Match with an orange tip, with an orange tip
Burn watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it burn
Match with an orange tip, with an orange tip
Follow, swallow every breath you take
Every insult, all the fake shit that you claim
We share the same air inside ourselves,
We can hear you, Can you hear yourself?
Supervision, superstition,
Public image, vainglorious
Your reflection’s, just another shell
We can see you, Can you see yourself?
Burn watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it burn
Match with an orange tip, with an orange tip
Burn watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it burn
Match with an orange tip, with an orange tip
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4. |
Music in my Head
03:23
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I don’t wanna die with this music in my head, in my head
So sound the alarm, gather round, power up, plug me in
Jungle in my bones, throw my love in the riot
Count the beat down, I could never stay quiet
I don’t wanna die with this music in my head, in my head
It’s getting late, but we’re awake
Turn the speakers up, til the rooftop breaks
We can never get enough,
No one shuts us down, stay as long as you want.
I don’t wanna get off the stage, til I’m gasping for air
So gimme gimme gimme one more til I can’t be repaired
All gas no breaks, believe in what you love
I’d rather take it too far, than nowhere at all
I don’t wanna get off the stage, til I’m gasping for air
It’s getting late, but we’re awake
Turn the speakers up til the rooftop breaks
We can never get enough,
No one shuts us down, stay as long as you want. (2x)
Cuz I don’t wanna die with this music in my head
I don’t wanna die with this music in my head
I don’t wanna die with this music in my head, in my head
It’s getting late, but we’re awake
Turn the speakers up til the rooftop breaks
We can never get enough,
No one shuts us down, stay as long as you want. (2x)
Cuz I don’t wanna die with this music in my head
I don’t wanna die with this music in my head
I don’t wanna die with this music in my head, in my head (2x)
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5. |
Intolerant
03:38
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Some people are stuck on the concept;
That they’re the victims of intolerance
So many things that shouldn’t be,
So the intolerant left, fuck yeah that’s me.
Hey racist, sexist, anti-gay,
I wish that hate would just go away
But say it loud so we can see, the faces of bigotry
O, you think that label is unfairly applied
Then take a look at whom you stand behind.
Fuck yeah, I’m intolerant
I’m proud to be intolerant
Won’t you hate intolerance with me
Fuck yeah, I’m intolerant
I’m proud to be intolerant
Help end intolerance with me
Black Panthers wielded shotguns as necessary demonstrations
So the government banned open carry without any hesitation
To preserve their power, the status quo
Suddenly they’re pro gun control
But, Sandy Hook and Columbine
Las Vegas, Parkland we’ve lost our minds.
List goes on but nothing is done,
Is make it easier to get a gun.
We won’t protect our kids, it makes me sick
We can’t tolerate this.
Fuck yeah, I’m intolerant
I’m proud to be intolerant
Won’t you be intolerant with me
Fuck yeah, I’m intolerant
We gotta be intolerant
Cause sometimes it’s what we need
Look out for doublespeak and lies meant to confuse
The issues and distort the truth
There’s a war on nature, this war on science
It could kill us all if we stay quiet
Open your eyes now, this shit is out of control.
Open your eyes now, this shit is ready to blow.
Open your mind now, this shit is ready to blow.
Fuck yeah, I’m intolerant
I’m proud to be intolerant
Won’t you be intolerant with me
Fuck yeah, I’m intolerant
We gotta be intolerant
Sometimes it’s what we need
Open your eyes now, this shit is out of control.
Open your mind now, this shit is ready to blow.
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They’ve been pulling bait and switch since I crawled in Huggies why,
Since my mom, smoking cigs ditching class in junior high,
Since my gramps in Korea, spires aimin’ at the sky
Radio subversive, playing Gershwin, Advertising Time.
Larger than life outsider, creates a cult around him
Building a scapegoat ladder, steps on their backs for answers
Critics are marked sore losers, when he becomes the winner
Destiny dreams salvations, Raises his arm in celebration
Same shit different toilet,
Same dog different fleas
Bang the drum, call it change,
But it ain’t news to me.
Same joke different ruse,
Same tool different screw
New name same excuse,
Don’t let the long hair fool you, I still got a short fuse.
Piston driven fear, over and over and over
Damnit, look at the boogie-man jumping the border
Look at the boogie-man’s culture, damaging savaging color
Fight non-whiteness like this, right this, that’s an order
Cuz you will march in place, when faith is no faith
When fixtures have displaced you and you feel you’re bout to break
Then a firebrand man stands, simpler than the rest
The people’s champ, ding ding ding,
He’ll make you whole again
Pick up your broken hearts he says and glue them back with hate
Pick up your broken hearts and we will make this country...great!
Same shit different toilet,
Same dog different fleas
Bang the drum, call it change,
But it ain’t news to me.
Same joke different ruse,
Same tool different screw
New name same excuse,
Don’t let the long hair fool you, I still got a short fuse.
Sounds familiar? Sounds familiar? Sounds familiar?
Damn right motherfucker.
Same shit different toilet,
Same dog different fleas
Bang the drum, call it change,
But it ain’t news to me.
Same joke different ruse,
Same tool different screw
New name same excuse,
Don’t let the long hair fool you, I still got a short fuse.
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7. |
Vote for Me
01:09
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Who will vote for me?
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8. |
Election Year, Pt. 2
03:34
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Here we go another ride, eighteen months we must abide
Power hungry talking heads, promises and sowing dread
Driving wedges for ascension, clamoring for our attention
How can there be true reform, money interest set the norm
Election Year (Woah-Woah)
Come see the best we can offer
Election Year (Woah-Woah)
We’re lucky to have another
Sold the soul of our system, traditions and progress victim
Super-pacs and corporate ties, proffer candidates to buy
Strategy fifty plus one, game devolves to zero sum
With one winner all will lose, faith decorum and the truth
Election Year (Woah-Woah)
Come see the best we can offer
Election Year (Woah-Woah)
We’re lucky to have another
Every given commodity fights for itself
We can not acknowledge any others
And the spectacle is the struggle
Election Year (Woah-Woah)
Come see the best we can offer
Election Year (Woah-Woah)
We’re lucky to have another (2x)
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9. |
Future's Best Investment
03:40
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Stuck in this room, so fuckin bored
Trying to save the dinosaurs and so much more
So won’t you think of us, since we’re thinking of you
Locked down, sacrificing what we do
Is it really too much to ask, we stop living in the past?
We’ve got generations worth of work to do
We are young, we are wild,
You call us broken and the vile
The desperate and rejected
We’re still the future’s best investment
Greatness is not a nostalgic time
Do you ever think about your great grandkids or mine? Or theirs?
In this divided era, seems easier to keep on fighting
Than try to work together
Is it really too much to ask, we stop living in the past?
We’ve got generations worth of work to do
We are young, we are wild
You call us broken and the vile
The desperate and rejected
We’re still the future’s best investment
When acrimony reigns, nobody wins
It’s the future who will suffer for our sins
Just like those of yesterday, that we still must pay
Every generation lift it’s voice to say
We are young, we are wild,
You call us broken and the vile
The desperate and rejected
We’re still the future’s best investment
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KillRadio Los Angeles, California
Following the election of Donald Trump in 2016, the classic lineup of Killradio decided to reunite, and began posting live
streams of their practices on Brandon Jordan's Facebook page. The band released their new EP "This Land Is Our Land?" on 21 June 2019.
The concept album "Election Year" was released on 10/2/2020 .
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