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lyrics
Wrap me in a blanket of your boring songs
And suffocate me slow until I sing along
I want to desire to desire to belong where I don’t belong
Embalm the experience:
Everyone on the dance floor’s got their phones at the ready so
Embalm the experience
Let’s call it something new. Pour old wine into a new bottle.
Fresh beginning for fresh sins – sounds real good to me
Embalm the experience
I took a video of the band.
They were a real good band and I made a real good video
And that night we had some real good drinks and real good sex
Embalm the experience
While that video sits in a server in the valley
Sucking up power from the roots and from the flowers
Tropical storms will uproot the palms
To light every single fuse and explode every single psalm
Flesh rebels sing in rows of twos and threes
Emancipate me from your electricity
Screw it to the way that you swagger and talk.
Forget about the taxi. I’m gonna walk.
Screw it to the beds and the booze and the rock
And the t-shirts and the posture and the empty talk
Forget about the airplane. I’m gonna walk.
Wrap me in a blanket of your boring songs
I’m a flesh rebel. Damned until I sing along.
Onward Christian soldiers singing
Onward club drug soldiers singing
Onward hookup soldiers singing
Onward worship soldiers singing
Onward
Embalm the experience. I heard you the other night.
Didn’t you say you want to curl up and die? But I told you that
The glory of God is a human fully alive
Embalm the experience of a busted heart
Shake out the earth until every landmark falls apart
Embalm the experience.
Tropical storms will uproot the palms
To light every single fuse and explode every single psalm
So sing me a lullaby of slow moving rust
Your phony Clash mania has bitten the dust
Let the heart burst. Let the clenched fist strike the first blow
Let the heart burst. Let the speakers blow your ear drums so that everyone will know
Screw it to the way that you swagger and talk.
Forget about the taxi. I’m gonna walk.
Screw it to the beds and the booze and the rock
And the t-shirts and the posture and the empty talk
Forget about the airplane. I’m gonna walk.
Screw it to the melting frozen rock.
Once lit on fire but just a frozen block
Forget about the rocket ship. I’m gonna walk.
We could be much more than four chords and lo-fi snores
But the ‘related artists’ button on your favorite streaming service
Has got you believing that the latest 90’s rip off is a radicalized statement
And you’re writing boring songs to sell someone else’s product
And no matter what today’s slogan is you’re still sitting in their pockets.
This is fucking incredible. Abrasive, all the good bits from early-mid 2000s punk without the self-indulgent whinery. This needs to be in your collection NOW. Carthage