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We Choose To Go To The Moon

by dumb blonde, dead.

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Jonathan Killstring Quirky and thoughtful, kind of reminds me of The World is a Beautiful place, and I am no Longer Afraid to Die.

Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars is surprisingly moving. Favorite track: Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars.
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1.
The Grudge 02:51
I've got a grudge, and it's just enough to satisfy these demons. And it's just enough to quench these evil feelings. But there's an angel on my left, and the devil on my right. What does that make me? I've got a grudge, and it's just enough to make me wanna relapse. And it's just enough to split my spirit in half. Together, maybe harmony: But there's an angel on my left, and the devil on my right. What does that make me? What does that make me? Cause I am not myself, I feel like someone else. It would be far too easy to take responsibility. Cause I am not myself, I feel like someone else. It would be far too easy. I've got a grudge, and it's just enough to send me off the deep end. And it's just enough to make me feel uneven.
2.
Made Of Gold 03:19
Time is my worst enemy, I've made rivals of all the clocks. I've let you see the worst in me, tip toes covered by the tick tock. I can, I can, I cannot give any more than my heart. Cause nothing is made of gold, nothing is built to last until the day that we grow old. Time cannot stand still for me, I know it's now or never. I have plotted, conned and schemed, to paint my masterpiece.
3.
It's too soon, but I can't help but stare at you. In the light reflected off the moon. Can someone kill me now? Can someone kill me now? Oh no. Well so what, since when have I ever cared enough? we both know you're made of sterner stuff. Just stare at the silver screen. Regrets, lord knows I've pages worth of them. You're just a single line I've highlighted. How I wish I was born into politics, I would make sure every cough and nervous tick, was hidden from the press and the journalists My time in office would be scandalous.
4.
Nothing's gunna keep me down, I'll just keep beating this dead horse into the ground. But I'd welcome persecution, I'd plead for death row. I'd be the thief on the left just to let you know. Break it on down, babe. Bring it on home tonight. No no no no not quite but it's alright because love always wins. Nothing's gunna break me down, I'll just keep walking and staring into the clouds. But I'd pray insurrection, throw me overboard. I'd be the thief on the left just to let you know.
5.
Will you cut these strings from my hands? And will you let me test my own two feet? Will you let me sing and dance, without your assistance? Will you let me live for myself? Will you let me think without any doubt. Will you let me drink that awful drink that drives the devil out? And now you're growing old, can't manipulate the strings to control your little play thing. I will exact my revenge, I'll come up with the perfect plan now matter how long the span, of time. Will you let me long for your love? Will you let me cry for what I've done? Will you return me to my cage, of string and silence?
6.
I'm trying to understand, illegible notes again. How do I explain? I can't explain. Ignoring half sentences as if they were drops of rain. The hum of the car is my bassline. in the front seat I can hear just fine. But in the back seat, where I'm resting easy, the hum of the tires begins to lift me off my feet. And they spin like my head. Lock my window. Lock my door. Ignore the sound that I heard before. Ignore the sounds that I heard before. I call but I get your voice mail, I try just one more time. But I refuse to leave a message, One last trace of me's the last thing that I need
7.
Fireflies in the summer night, keep me company. Outside my open window, keep me warm with their glow and keep away the snow. Do you remember when we were kings and queens? Lion and lioness. Strong willed and fearless. Those days are long gone, but they live in memory. I only know the things you told me, in my dreams in the dead of night. I only wish there was some form of light in my life, like your eyes shining bright.
8.
I'll meet you on the tarmac, I'll see you when I get home. Cause there's no such thing. I'll meet you on the tarmac, I'll see you when I get home. Words have lost their meaning, I cannot see the here nor there. Words have lost their meaning, and leave me feeling thin and bare. Cause there's no such thing. Take a breath take one more chance, it's never coming back. Up in the air, don't make me come up there.
9.
I feel just like a myth, or something said under your breath. I feel like something small, like a hope or a wish. Everyone expects warm regards and well wishes. I want to leave, ditch the crowd, have my vote withdrawn. The moons so bright, I can almost see my way tonight follow this light. Like an exit sign floating in the sky. I feel just like a scar, something hidden under cloth. I feel just like the sun, something bright and yet so far.
10.
I'm crawling back in my head, and raising up the dead. I do not recall when I was not haunted by them. I know nothing at all. I won't leave without my say. No I won't leave today. I'm trying to count the stars. I'll admit I didn't get far. I do not recall when the last time I have looked at them. I wont lay down tonight, no I won't stay down tonight, no I won't lay down, lay down tonight. No I won't stay down.
11.
Love Anyway 03:25
I've told my lies, lost a few friends in a few years. I haven't cried, but I've made others shed a few tears. I've broken hearts, probably more then I've had mine broke. I've torn apart every time that I've spoke. But I just need to hear you say the things that I'm about to say. I love you anyway, when no one in their right mind. when no one in their right mind would. I've lifted up, but I've torn people down far more. I've made up, but I've held grudges for longer.
12.
Silent weapons, for quiet wars. Single sentence, empty of words. I've got nothing to live for. Silent weapons, for quiet wars. A single sentence, void of words. What we can think of, we can do. I'm gunna make it, with or without you. I've been eaten alive by the city, chewed up, spit out, had my body dragged through the streets. All I saw were peoples feet, kicking at me. I saw a thousand torches ignite, heard a thousand more voices erupt into the night. A million pairs of eyes were looking at me, staring at me. Silent weapons, for quiet wars. A million warheads won't stop these words. What we can dream of, we can do. Forget the cynics, we choose to go to the moon. Cause I've got nothing to live for. And as the mob came down on me, their million different voices rang triumphantly. Their words burned like the eye of ra. Lay down the law.

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This album is dedicated to my friend Steven, who passed away during it's production.

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released January 16, 2010

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