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Am I the game you're hunting?
The blood rush and the win
Now The middle ground is splitting
And the centrists all fell in
Their last breath it gave warning
I could of sworn I heard them cry
Beware of all concessions
That cut history in two sides
Is this the new world coming
Or old habits dying hard?
Reactions predetermined
Where unknown consequences spark
Dooming to repeat them
Like a deep scratch in the wax
Sticking tight to script
Catch phrasing perversions of the facts
Wake me when its over
Don't stir me till its done
Wake me when its over
Don't stir me till its done
I beg you
Like you I have dreams
That I am not some throw away
Bright purpose gleams
To light my feet in front of me
I heard you wanted to see
my world on fire
If that’s what you need
to see then you're already blind
Are we so far removed
That our connection is denial
The fear so thick between us
We only touch by projectiles
Call necessary evil down
from off it’s lofty place
To tip its hat and steal the show
For possible futures its displaced
Wake me when it’s over
Don’t stir me till it’s done
Wake me when it’s over
Don’t stir me till it’s done
I beg you
Like you I have dreams
That I am not some throw away
Bright purpose gleams
To light my feet in front of me
I heard you wanted to see
my world on fire
If that’s what you need
to see then you're already blind
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Shape
03:03
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Every waking moment is a startle from the last
Blurred visions mocking spirits trapped in shattered glass
They’re coming for you
Said the suit inside the box
But They’ve alrighty got me
Pressed and spent around the clock
They’ve alrighty got me
Pressed and spent around the clock
Or is that just what
You believe to justify your lapse
Digging skin to greet that itch
Hits bottom hard and fast
Digging skin to greet that itch
Hits bottom hard and fast
You’re stoking paranoia
Like you’re burning something clean
To break the ties of sinew
Making you one with some machine
If you’re so dead set on revising the construct of all things
Thats no place to begin
Start with the shape you’re in
The shape you’re in
Every mile marker a new horror comes to light
Hands spring up from Rabbit holes to pull you back inside
Sharing the new delusions braiding evidential threads
Is more than enough rope to firmly grip you by the neck
Until you’re dead set on revising the construct of all things
That’s no place to begin
Start with the shape you’re in
If you’re so dead set on revising the construct of all things
Thats no place to begin
Start with the shape you’re in
The shape you’re in
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Palm Ghosts Nashville, Tennessee
Palm Ghosts is the sound of an 80s prom in a war zone…located in the dead heart of country music, Nashville,
TN.
More at home in rainy Manchester, the quartet weaves cinematic dream pop and new wave with brooding post punk.
Embracing their 80’s idols, like New Order, The Cure, David Bowie, John Carpenter and even Divine, Palm Ghosts take the genre to soaring new heights.
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