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I know what you're thinking
"How did I get here?"
They say you're delusional
You have nothing to fear
But then you hear the door close behind you
It's time again
The feeling is mutual
Pervading mistrust
Tenseness to tedium
Bones turn to dust
But then you hear the whole conversation
It's time again
THEY'RE RINGING THE DINNER BELL
THEY'RE READY TO START
THEY CALL YOU AMBASSADOR
AMBASSADOR TO THE HEART
You enter the stadium
Look into the light
You plead for your destiny
Avoiding the night
Admit you were wrong
Give into the truth
No one is fooled by
Your clever disguise of youth
DOWN ON THE KILLING FLOOR
A VOICE CALLS YOUR NAME
PULLING YOU DEEPER
INTO THE FLAMES
THEY'RE RINGING THE DINNER BELL
THEY'RE READY TO START
THEY CALL YOU AMBASSADOR
AMBASSADOR TO THE HEART
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You know they say that love is just a game
And I get a feeling we could play
My heart is a stallion for you to tame
So get out your whip
LOVESICK INTERLOPER
LOVESICK FROM THE HEART
GET A HOLD OF ME
GET A RUNNING START
DON'T STOP MAKING ME FEEL [make me feel like]
FEEL THE WAY YOU DO [like a good time]
I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE [make me feel like]
MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE TRUE TRUE...
Kiss me like you would when we were young
Kiss me like a girl from down the street
Let me be the only one for you
Let me sweep you off your feet
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There's a black cat standing at the top of the stairs
Where you hid your pictures inside my room
And the lights are dimming like a seedy motel
With a hint of whiskey in the air
And you think you can hide from the putrid smell
But the stink will find you all the same
Just when you think it's going well
You feel the flames
OH MY GOD, NO
NO MORE HEROES
FEELS LIKE I WON'T
EVER KNOW HOW
TURN ME ON
GET ME OFF
THERE IS NO ONE
LEFT FOR YOU OR ME TO LOVE
We were heading downtown for the evening
When the bombs first fell
There were no sirens, no bells, no alarms
Just a small, brief glimpse of hell
And the panic spread like a cancer
And you called to tell me nothing was wrong
And the good ol' boys showed up for you
But you weren't there to sing your song
And I'll never who
And you'll never see how
And I'll never you
And you'll never find out
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Clarion
The call is just so clear tonight
And I love you
We'll raise the spirit of the night
Carry on
And walk the beach of solitaire
And pretend like you don't care
For the moonlight
Enemies
You rack them up both left and right
But the madness stops tonight
I adore you
Perfectly
Entwined and never coming loose
But you can do just what you choose
I implore you
YOU BETTER DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD, MY FRIEND
CLARION, CALL DORIS DAY AGAIN
Tokyo
Bermuda, Tulsa, Prague, and Rome
Taste-tester
But where you bite will be your home
Burgundy
Magenta, pink, blue, green, and black
Big swatches
But red is spraying from attack
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Someone had to know
But I guess not
Who broke in and stole the show?
Some kinda caper or mystery
I don't even wanna know
SOMEBODY CALL THE
SOMEBODY CALL THE
SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS
SOMEBODY CALL THE
SOMEBODY CALL THE
SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS
I wish you woulda told me
Am I your friend?
Please let me be your friend
I love to rage and I'm down for whatever
But I hate bros and dicks and stupid shit
YOU CAN ALL KISS MY
YOU CAN ALL KISS MY
YOU CAN ALL KISS MY ASS
YOU CAN ALL KISS MY
YOU CAN ALL KISS MY
YOU CAN ALL KISS MY ASS
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Rambling, crazy, can't let go
Don't tell me that you told me so
You saw the sights, you read the signs
You realized it and it blew your mind
Anyone will tell you that you haven't lost it yet
Anyone can tell you, but you wouldn't wanna bet
TAKE MY BREATH, HAVE MY SIGHT
FEEL THE FEEL OF MY HEAT
LOVE LIKE MINE IS BOUND TO BLEED
WHAT I HAVE IS WHAT YOU NEED
I DON'T WANT ANOTHER NIGHT ALONE NOW
GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, I GOTTA GET IT SOMEHOW
IN THE MOONLIGHT AFTER MIDNIGHT
THERE'S A CERTAIN FEELING TONIGHT
I DON'T WANT ANOTHER NIGHT ALONE NOW
GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, I GOTTA GET IT SOMEHOW
There, back, look at your position
Black on black, heading to remission
You gotta give another piece
Another wound, another crease
Anyone can tell you that you haven't lost it yet
Anyone can tell you but you wouldn't wanna bet
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When I think of the times I
Didn’t touch the phone
Didn’t seem to mind that
I was alone
It makes me think about the
Way you were always there
Hoping that I would listen
Or even care
I HATE MY LIFE BECAUSE YOUR HEART'S NOT IN IT
AND I CAN'T SAY STOP UNTIL YOU BEGIN IT
AND BLOW BY BLOW I'M YOUR DYNAMO
NOBODY KNOWS
I COULD BE GOOD FOR JUST ONE MINUTE
BUT I JUST WON'T PLAY 'CAUSE I JUST CAN WIN IT
AND BLOW BY BLOW I'M YOUR DYNAMO
NOBODY KNOWS
See if anyone else
Gives you understanding
I am not jukebox
I am a fog machine
See if anyone else
Gives a shit
I am not a piece of meat I
I am a shit machine
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Taking all of the time together
You called all of the shots
Thinking of all the dirty pictures
You can leave me to rot
Picture perfect, picture smooth
Picture me if I was with you
No more fantasy and no more lies
No more chances, not unless I try
LET'S BOTH PRACTICE KISSING
UNDERNEATH THE STARS
I'LL TRY NOT TO GET TOO NERVOUS
I'LL TRY NOT TO GO TOO FAR
Think about all the times we never
Gave into all those thoughts
I wish I was a little more clever
Or maybe better at sports
Maybe you'd prefer a classy guy
With a big car and perfect
I know I could never help but hope to
Sweep you off your feet and run away
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Okay, guess what: I never read the letter
"Dear John, goodbye; I'll bet I'll see you later"
Haha -- you wish; you think I'm broken down, but
Haha -- no way; I'll always be your clown
Take a little time to return the favor
"I love you, too"
Finish the chapter, turn the page
Sum ergo amor, my baby, it's true
Oh, oh, oh, the summer sun sets over you
They say you wrote the book
Then threw it in the fireplace
Dust jacket under cover
Another love from another lover
Ill will, chills, and thrills
Keep popping those pills, pills, pills
I'm worth another look
Just try to keep a straight face
Don't stop making me feel
Feel the way I did
I loved the way you'd make
All my dreams come true
Mamas don't let your babies
Grow up to be trainers
Let them live their dreams
Live their dreams for you
I AM, THEREFORE I LOVE YOU
BUT I AM NOT A SLAVE TO LOVE
I AM A TRANSIENT WALKING THE STREETS FOR YOU
I AM THE KNIGHT WHO IS WAITING TO RESCUE YOU
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It's not what I thought
You're colder and older than time
I guess there's some reason
Even if there's no rhyme
I wish we were younger
'Cause I miss the hunger
And ease of youth
Not what we've fallen under
PICTURE THE FRAME, BUT IT'S NOT SHOWING
IT'S SO EMPTY, JUST LIKE ME
PICTURE A SCENE BUT IT'S SO COLORLESS
SO TEDIOUS, THINKING OF US
PUT ON YOUR HAT AND GO OUT TODAY
PUT ON YOUR FACE AND GO AWAY QUIETLY
I am asleep now
Don't wake the lion
There's a gazelle living on the horizon
Nothing is certain; not even that
I loved someone like mice love a trap
Get yourself some help
Get a hold of yourself
OH MY STARS YOU UNDERSTAND
OH YOU NEVER HOLD MY HAND
WHY DO WE EVEN TALK THE TALK?
WE CAN'T EVEN CRAWL THE WALK
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The windswept
The hopelessly torn down
The windstorm
Blowing your straw house down
The senses
Giving into the sound
Defenseless
But going another round
I AM CAUGHT
IN BETWEEN
I AM LOST
I'M UNCLEAN
I AM NOT
IN THIS SCENE
I WAS TAUGHT
TO BE SEEN
The inset
The only place to be
Give blood
So often you cannot bleed
The pages
Torn from every spine
No paper
Left for me to bind
You
Can't ignore
Open doors
No one there
Anymore
Your abyss
Feels like this
No despair
But no bliss
[I’ll never know who
And I’ll never know you
And you’ll never see how
And you’ll never find out
And we will never know what
And they will never see us again]
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VR Trainers have been in the woodshed again. John and Jon spent a fair amount of time harmonizing, jamming, slamming, head-bobbing, belting, dancing, moshing, programming, recording, plugging, unplugging, strumming, drumming, clapping, tambourining, photographing, writing, singing, and doing everything else harder than ever to bring you THIS.
released September 20, 2011
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Jon Bash -- synth/drum programming, vocals, guitar, keys, djembe, tambourine, hand claps
John von Volkli -- vocals, guitar, synth/drum programming, hand claps
Guests:
Sarah Kaal -- tenor saxophone [track 9]
Kyle Purnell -- viola [track 9]
Andrew Scheurich -- trumpet [track 9]
Equipment used during this recording:
Mixcraft 5
Audacity
Line 6 Toneport UX1
POD Farm
ART Tube MP Studio Mic Preamp
MXL 990 Condenser Mic
Cyber Acoustics 2.1 Computer Speakers
Sennheiser HD 485 Headphones
Dell Studio 1535 Laptop
Casio WK-3300 Keyboard
Fender Special Edition Custom Telecaster Fmt HH electric guitar
Ibanez AEG5EBK acoustic guitar
Djembe Direct Classical Heartwood 10" Djembe
RhythmTech DST Tambourine
Picasa Photo Editor
various VST/VSTi plugins
whatever instruments our guests used
probably other stuff
Recorded January to September 2011 at Hashbart Studios in Bellingham, WA
