Live at the WitZend

by Satellite Repairmen

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Live performance at the WitZend 5/31/14.
Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=03WlsfKMLXc

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released May 31, 2014

Guitar/Vocals: James Doran
Guitar: Jack Guze
Keyboard/Vocals: Jasper Burik
Bass: David Clymer
Drums: Alonso Pirio

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Track Name: Zero
Your gleaming blue eyes are wasted
Looking at the ground when there’s so much else to see around
Do I detect a hint of green
I can see myself in your blank computer screen
Every brother will have his grave
On a mountain even when the world’s just a flat plain
This train is empty but it’s still rolling on
Despite my subtle warning that it isn’t worth the effort anymore

Look at all these dead trees
Look at what you do to me
You’ve got me on the ground
Gasping for a way to breathe
Keep yourself from blinking
Till the sun is down below the sea
You’ve got the right idea
But you’re in the wrong key

Is there another light I’ve not yet seen
Cause lately all the color combinations look the same to me
A sip of poison is all I need
Yeah I need a little dynamite for blowing up the bridges that I
Build all day long
Out of broken bricks and cheap adhesive
I’ll walk upon them maybe once in my life
Only once the dust is settled and I’ve started on another one

Look at all these dead trees
Look at what you do to me
You’ve got me on the ground
Gasping for a way to breathe
Keep yourself from blinking
Till the sun is down below the sea
You’ve got the right idea
But you’re in the wrong key

Look at all these dead trees
Look at what you do to me
You’ve got me on the ground
Gasping for a way to breathe
Keep yourself from blinking
Till the sun is down below the sea
You’ve got the right idea
But you’re in the wrong key

Never close your eyes again
Open up your chest for me
Drink up all the red for me
Print your name in red across my face
Cause mine is just another name for zero
Track Name: Postal Service
He's a dog on a pile,
And he's a wailin,
For his crimes.

Whats wrong?

Fell off from a fallin' out,
From his love's gold-gilded tin roof.
Service done him wrong, mother gone,
Is it wrong, to feel?

Eye-catching sly,
He's all tied up,
In a bind.

Drink up.

Bruised, he must choose,
To lead or follow.
Warm washin down, away his pain goes.
Flashing a smile, his first in a while.

A crooked letter, he doesn't matter.
Smile, smile, its a disaster.
Act now, and think after,
For he is a slave without a master,
and he's waiting to die.

A battle cry,
He is ready,
For the fight.

Lay low.

Planned, (sh)it hits the fan,
Drop the balls, too soon.
Hold it tight, warm and light.
Souls shine bright, in the heat of the night.

Done for a while,
No time to smile,
See it through.

Push hard.

Gone are the days,
With the frozen toes and,
End times comin near,
Whats to fear? Fly my dear, away. Away.

A crooked letter, he doesn't matter.
Pockets out, ain't that better.
Hands high, a hard hitter.
He's a weary lost traveller,
and he's waitin for a sign.

Out of the thick, he's laughing away.
Disaster be done, smile smiling away.
Broke his gold-gilded, unbroken chain.
Slave ride free, he jives on away.
Sign found, all he did was look around.
Track Name: Medicine
I have been digging for what seems like years now
Squinting my eyes oh and bending my ear
To get a sound of your words
Played on 50-watt speakers
And not a trace of red
The circles don’t stay in my head

I feel like a tick living under your finger
Whose world is your shadow and hesitant press
Though i want more than drops from your medicine bottle
I just need to know you
I need to know you
I need to know you
I need to know you