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Smash Smash Bang

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by Metermaids

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released 31 August 2009
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Track Name: Blackout Baby
There's no picture going to do it any justice.
No Polaroid, 35 millimeter, or a digital snap.
Kodachrome won't capture the moment.
You can't own it. There's no bringing it back.

In fact, you can save on all your video tape.
It's not the same the way the shot crops the frame. This is not just stop drop and aim.

We're taking it from the front to the back.
Side to side. It's time to drive.
Time to ride. So climb inside.
But I'm alive. Say it. I'm alive.
And Imma live every day like it was my first.

Isn't Brooklyn pretty?
The way she holds your fingers to the flames.
She's calling your name in the street but the street doesn't hear your name.

I don't want anybody to touch me.
I've gone where you can't go.
I've seen what you can't see.
I know what you don't know.
I've never been comfortable inside my skin.
But now that I'm inside I'm not going back again.

Blackout, baby.
There's no tomorrow.


Swear to god think I'm destroying something beautiful
Pictures speak a thousand words and I've been speechless with a burning on my lips
Eyes are open less than usual
Done explaining, from now on I'm hoping they just get my drift

Sometimes I wish this skin was mine, get in line, but I'm not into picking sides
Some birds are just too big to fly
Spin the bottle kiss the sky, it's live or die

All or nothing, taste of blood, the hands are shaking, I'm just trying to chase the sun
Now or never, a place to run, I'll pluck the strings, I'll fucking sing, I'll make shit up

Isn't Brooklyn ugly
how she holds your face in your mistakes
Yeah, it's great and the pay's lovely
Don't know what I have but there's nothing left that you can take from me

I've seen what you don't believe in
I was awake and you just slept
I've walked to the place the streets end
Smoke and fear on my breath

I've been what I thought I should be
I've ran through the city at night
I didn't look back once
I lived what I thought was life now

Blackout baby
No Tomorrow
There's no Tomorrow

I hear the music clearly, I taste the nicotene
I feel the buildings close in, I see the city scream
I hear you talk about me, I see your finger shake
I know the pain inside you, I hear the glasses break
I don't regret a second, there's honey in my veins
If there was no tomorrow, I'd keep it all the same
Please don't mistake my smile, cause this is not for you
This is not a place you've been, this is not what you thought you knew

Blackout baby
No Tomorrow
There's no Tomorrow
Track Name: Planes Down
Put your fingers in the sky like BANG
Shoot all the planes down
Shoot all the planes down
Shoot all the planes down

It's the real thing, its the live ammo
Carve the message with a key in the side pannel
Its a waste land, it's a salt flat
Burn it all down now, paint it all black

Raise your elbow. Lower your eyebrow.
Tell the pretty city kids they better get inside now.
What up Bernie? How'd your summer go?
We've been wondering a long time when you'd be coming home.

Do what you want, break what you feel like
There's no rules no more, there's no real life
I'm gonna throw down, start something
I'm taking what I want 'cause it's unlocked and the car's running

We came through to bum-rush your building.
We want to know what the inside is like.
So if you're a studio set living cat then duck your shit because it ain't your night.

Put your fingers in the sky like BANG
Shoot all the planes down
Shoot all the planes down
Shoot all the planes down

We're not bad people. We're just waking up.
Figured you had taken about enough and we could shake it up.
So I'm the boss now. I make moves.
It's the take money, take over, take two.

You can get it if you think that it's yours
No one's gonna notice anything any more
Blank check bankroll, I ain't giving nothing back
Finance the high balls, white walls and knuckle tats

We came through to secure our future.
We want to be just like you.
I could get nice with the math in a spreadsheet.
Fuck it yo. Imma build an empire too.

I'm grabbing everything that I can reach by the neck
Gonna show it what I think, gonna teach it some respect
What did you expect? Metermaids got a posse
What you gonna do about it? Whos gonna stop me?

Put your fingers in the sky like BANG
Shoot all the planes down
Shoot all the planes down
Shoot all the planes down
Track Name: Shades Off (Feat. Jared Paul)
Forgive me if I don't act impressed. But I'm not a stranger to your apathy and stress.
I'm not going to dance if you decide to call my name out.
I know your tongue will curl and spit your venom with the same mouth.

I want to be famous. Want to be loved. Want to be validated.
I want to be different from these cats that are always agitated.
I want to believe in the pictures that you paint. But I know what's really real.
And I know what ain'ty ain't.

On some real shit, I'm a self-made hundred-aire.
Never had nothing to my name and I don't fucking care.
I come prepared for any cross examination.
The only thing you're going to test is my patience.

Find some other kids that are glowing like a television.
Everybody's gotta have a little somthing special in them.
With any luck you can pluck it out of their chest.
As for me, I've only got one request.

Take your shades off.
Let me see your eyes.

I want to believe the hype, want to be a part of it
Want to see behind the scenes, sink my teeth in the heart of it (believe that)
Maybe I'm just not the optimist
'Cause I can't fill my plate or pockets with empty promises

I get that vibe sometimes you think I'm new to this
Ain't made a lot of dough, but I've made a lot of moves and shit
Don't even want to take the time to hear how you're improving it
I've got what I've got and I'm cool with it

But you can get your words mashed up
Trying to make them sound pretty to get someone gassed up
Like everything you say sounds so glamorous and wild
I'm surprised by nothing, it comes with the lifestyle

You got something to sell, go ahead, try it
It doesn't mean a thing without some sucker to buy it
You'll find somebody wide-eyed and fired up, do your worst
Just do one thing for me first

Take your shades off.
Let me see your eyes.
Track Name: Matchbooks
This morning's cigarette tasted like last night.
And last night like the one before.
I made my bed in the morning when I woke up.
I picked my clothes up off the floor.
I rode the train like a ghost in the graveyard.
I walked the streets like a criminal's son.
I pulled my hat real low.
I had apologies for everyone.
I wished I could make the city silent.
I wished all I could hear is my breath.
I would lay myself down on the sidewalk.
Let the city whisper secrets as I slept.
I called my sister up long distance
To see if she remembered me now that she's grown.
Her laugh sounded just like our mother's.
And I wished that I was going home.

It's gonna get so much better
Everybody's gonna get their turn
Count the matches that's left in the matchbook
One of these is gonna burn

Leaving like the first day of summer
The stars are getting restless hiding out of sight
I've never seen a bus or a train in the daytime
But this one's gonna get me home tonight

Everybody's leaned back with their eyes closed
My fingernails are dirty like I dug out of a prison
And I try not to think about what everything could mean
'Cause I've never been much for symbolism

I've seen this street too many times now
And the trees all nod like they agree
I leave the door open on my way in the apartment
Like somehow that's enough to make me free

And the last thoughts I have are the pretty ones
The last split second I'm awake
And I've never been afraid and the dark don't scare me
'Cause some things you can never take away


It's gonna get so much better
Everybody's gonna get their turn
Count the matches that's left in the matchbook
One of these is gonna burn
Track Name: Ghosts In The Radio
Leaned back in the car seat with the sun's heat and a six pack
And the crap work of a past tattoo artist boyfriend read live fast
And as the road cracked we acted like we were in on a secret
Under the summer sky on the highway made plans, acting like we believed it

We both would become runaways to Vegas, she could sing
And I'd deal blackjack and smoke cigerettes as the slot machines would ring
But I knew sh'd never do it, that night I kissed her when I left
And I drove the dream we shared right past the state line while she slept

Late night I hear the ghost on the radio
Last dance, I ain't never coming back
My love left a ghost in the radio
Can you hear that? Can you hear that?

My fingers were dirty from digging these graves. I was breaking my back for you.
And I would have robbed all the banks in Georgia if you had asked me to.
I gave you the necklace. Gave you the earrings. Gave you the matching pendant.
You said I was lazy. Said I was stupid. Said I would never get it.
You're shutting the door and killing the lights and turning the radio up.
We're keeping it quiet so your ma can't hear us making love.
I left on a Tuesday morning, packing while you slept.
And I ain't missed you for a single second yet.

Late night I hear the ghost on the radio
Last dance, I ain't never coming back
My love left a ghost in the radio
Can you hear that? Can you hear that?

Go where you want. You can't stay here. Hit the lights.
Thank you and goodnight.

Late night I hear the ghost on the radio
Last dance, I ain't never coming back
My love left a ghost in the radio
Can you hear that? Can you hear that?