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What Lies Beneath The Parkway North

by Flammable Animals

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Nick Timoniere These dudes are good friends of mine and they're super talented. I couldn't be more proud of them and how this record came out. Killer tunes. Favorite track: Four Missed Calls.
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1.
Initium 01:05
2.
You’re insane, like a bandit Outraged and demanding You don’t speak, you just blend in It’s not me, who’s offended I’ll spray paint a canvas And teach myself to swim in blood Thanks for all you’ve handled It didn’t even spark enough. I’ll spray paint the ceiling And teach a robot how to love Thanks for your discretion The viewers couldn’t get enough. It’s true, what they left out Four weeks and a countdown Somewhere there’s a victim Drawn to an addiction So don’t save a civilian Just wait till they’re sealed in I’m not sold on this new deal Was just told that it’s not real Don’t hold on to false hope I just bought a new rope Let’s hang in the bathroom We’ll be heroes when they find out I’ll spray paint a canvas And teach myself to swim in blood Thanks for all you’ve handled It didn’t even spark enough. I’ll spray paint the ceiling And teach a robot how to love Thanks for your discretion The viewers couldn’t get enough.
3.
Pescara 03:47
Pescara, you had me At hotel room with champagne I’d give you, my last love In exchange for all this distance Your palms are a work of art And what better way to start the day Than writing our names, in the sand Walking on the beach, hand in hand The sunlight it gets to me We swim until you’re in my arms But then I think this can’t work out There are other beaches where I’m from Some are waiting for me back home Pescara, you had me At hotel room with champagne I’d give you, my last love In exchange for all this distance Just a little sin would hurt less I’m thankful for the progress But the matter won’t make sense Until we wake up You make me want to hate my home Don’t doom me from this place I know Because you are just one and that I’m sure That I will be back for more Pescara, you had me At hotel room with champagne I’d give you, my last love In exchange for all this distance I couldn’t even taste the taste back home After one week I’m scared and alone Who would have called this “hit or miss”? Choking on the sand, your salty kiss
4.
Well I’m half awake, set by dull routines Forming lines of dead poetry Screaming “help I fell, down the stairs again” As my wife comes to shut the light Yeah I drift away I’m a sore mistake Based on memoires we can’t outweigh Leaving out the blanks Of that poem I wrote Then I realize I’m all alone You’re innocent So kill the king at once It’s common sense Yea there’s a thirst for red, inching toward revenge Constant chills run through his head. And night began to shed, brilliant dissonance As she went on to… Reel by reel we are expected to applaud After hours of defeat, a whole album done wrong There’s no justice or sleep for the week Clocks and pendulums laughing at me But you hold on To chivalry, this fake disease You hold on You’re innocent So kill the king at once It’s common sense
5.
Where does it say, you can get away with being self absorbed A sad fact you made, that anyone who’s anyone can change. Well breaking news, the kids who were told no got up and said, “We won’t be” Thrown in this ticket game for blood, we can’t do this; we’ve had enough, So help me So help me You don’t understand You don’t understand As we reach, our own defeat The foolproof lock is bittersweet Constantly told to believe The better things break easily What lies beneath, the Parkway North still clinging on to me? Discrepancies, for all those things that made us lose our seats We hold it well, the latest joke that let the B-Roll sell Or clientele, making sure that Pat’s alive and well. You don’t understand You don’t understand As we reach, our own defeat The foolproof lock is bittersweet Constantly told to believe The better things break easily
6.
In one way I am, grounded by sequence Hoping that you’re, home okay Twisted, fragile, open to the silence Wishing you’re here today I’m wishing you’re here today Yes I sleep alone And write when I am cold I’ll call you when I’ll call you when you’re home In one way I had mistook you for an angel It was the look you threw at me Your eyes were open and able To draw the breath straight out of me Yes I sleep alone And write when I am cold I’ll call you when I’ll call you when you’re home

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released March 5, 2015

Produced by Stephen Kellner and Flammable Animals

Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered by Stephen Kellner

Artwork by Michael Burke, Summerlyn Astrom, Alexis Morrison, & Erin Holmes

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