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Protagonist

by Pocket Vinyl

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1.
Enter Manor Farm, the revolution alarm Where you find Old Major dying But his fervor's still shining The creature commandments are set The beasts of England soon forget That they have much to gain Extra rations of grain The politics are starting, the fauna is being absurd The animals are talking, and they don't like what the humans heard The words change but they swear The changes were always there The conditions are sadder While the pigs keep on getting fatter Boxer is the loyal slave Who's work is becoming depraved He's the perfect martyr Repeating "I will work harder!" The filthy swine is jaded, being the trend setter Telling everyone that "4 Legs Good, 2 Legs Better"
2.
Savior Dream 03:44
Once I was a savior in the night I challenged evil to a fight Watching, there were masks on the sides We all made the paper reunite A group of children entered from the right Circling around somebody's life I woke from this dream as I cried They were in the wrong hands this time Forming below me, the sky wants to show me what they've missed It can't deceive you but it sure does leave you wrapped in bliss Though it's all frightening, existing with lightening, I clench my hands I must pull the lever, the more lost the better, a reason to stand
3.
The Flight 01:16
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Beaten 04:17
His body a mess, face down in the new mud The hues on his face, well his lips drew a brown blood The hold in his side, it was made by a shotgun A broken right arm, all this harm to our brethren He starts to rise to find help from someone, anyone In the empty streets he cries out for the heavens These screams are heard by a lonely old woman Who takes him in and says "Please rest my son" She bathed and fed that broken soul She opened her heart like the boy had never known For when he healed and left he thanked her so She gave him love that he could take where he would go
5.
Statistic 05:09
Blank, your face depicts a blank stare And you show no emotion that I can read And I'm trying to be realistic But I feel like I'm some strange statistic You keep on feeding them fodder You keep on giving them dirt Well if your lungs tell you no And your hair says that it's grown a little long Well I'm trying to confront the feeling When my grave just looks so appealing Many say that thought is morbid They just need more time to think By the time you call, by the time you write, By the time I'm fed up with the glue in your mouth I'll be sipping juice I'm trying to find a good reason Why I exited life for a season Hopefully it's not expensive Maybe it's one great big hoax Frankly I don't understand it We'll just all laugh at this joke When I return, they'll be no flags waving And no trumpets playing Just the truth that I learned that their Lives go on without me there Makes no difference the 6 months that I shared With actors, hacks, angels, and witches They all have their separate quirks Some of them may be demonic Others are way beyond worth Live alone, lived in solitude Mistaken as rude by more than one What I had, it was good for me But you should have seen what I really was
6.
Let's sing that old familiar tune The one that makes us feel brand new Let's sing it soft with dignity Let's sing the one you sang for me Oh no, there's a price sitting on my head And my heart and my home Oh my, there must be a better reason to die Now that I am finding it hard to stay awake Let's sing that old familiar tune The one that keeps our voices true We'll sing through wreckage and debris Let's sing the one you sang for me So new, so alive and so imbued With the power of Christ Oh please, don't rely on "probably" I know you need to figure your head out Let's sing that old familiar tune The one that pierces our souls through We'll sing through darkness and the light We'll belt it out all through the night There's a light war hanging right above the stairs Gentleness and healing, the auras everywhere Spirits float around us singing that same song Hold my hand, we'll sing along Resist. Lions and lambs can coexist And I miss the way the world looked then If I leave, carry on this melody Please receive it, like it was your child Your child, your child
7.
Clouds are forming, it's still the morning Layered mountains call Emotions take us to the snowy crests then fall The desert's honest, I made a promise From where it meant the most One from joy and passion, LOVE and fashion seeds Planted in unstable dust Can you trust my faith in what we've done? My tongue is either silent or dead And if our heads don't congeal into one I'm afraid there's nothing more than should be said Here, we're on top of us, a booming metropolis Is felt by you and me The lights are flickering by our bickering has to cease It's confusing, whether I'm choosing Or if God's hand does lead All the right places where our faces come to meet My faith is stronger, just listen to the song birds With voices from on high Throw away the bullets, I'll open my fist to gather yours The clouds are slowly blowing by
8.
This is holy ground, we're causing it strife The air is so clear, it cuts with my knife A blue tint surrounds, contrasting my voice I'm starting to choke, from all this noise If the sun should rise, may it shine out the brighter What's wrong with my hands? They're colder than snow The audience stands and waves as I go You say you don't need me, I admit I was greedy I got so offended when your hands extended The lilacs were tasted, were those feelings wasted? To hold and to heal are for others to feel
9.
Interpretations, our conversations In a car at 3 AM There's no place we haven't been In the corners of this town Lyrics: Here my friends I must confess I'm a hypocrite and a mess Both new and old, limp with me down the road I would have given up on me long ago About my friends, I'm not ashamed They've blessed me and they've blessed me all the same Time tends to separate but we'll never hike alone And we know where we always have a home
10.
Field Day 04:56
Into the yesterday, I smell the fresh cut grass A scent that lingers but moves on too fast I inhale all the fuzz running through the air Cautiously, the footsteps lightly tread Eggshells crack from the boots overhead I notice you sideways, I notice you everywhere The rest are holding a field day that they sent Faith, Jealously, Love, Abandonment Chairs at all the receptions are absent In a place where your soul pays rent All the contracts abiding, inviting Pinching cheeks while the cross hair is split He's got the bends as he tastes my spit Rest assured it always comes together With a bow tie and boots made of leather Here I stand the clock reads "15 past" Still taking in that fresh cut grass Do I not care or am I learning to laugh? So poised, passions ensue A vinyl record spins another round for you It astounds, the pounds, they're still so heavy

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released June 18, 2010

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Pocket Vinyl Norwich, Connecticut

The Basics about Pocket Vinyl:

-Eric Stevenson slams on the piano and sings while Elizabeth Jancewicz paints on stage

-The songs are mainly about death, sexuality, silence, uncertainty, and defiant hope.

-They've made many comics, records, and a film, and played over 1000 shows, and they have no plans to stop

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