Recorded live at the WTMD studios in Towson, MD, for the "Baltimore, Unsigned" radio show, April 2010.
you're a finishing agent (you're made for the latenight); all lined up (at the end of the line); when the dust settles (what does it look like?); you're cinching loose ends (at the end of the line).
And your ID's found "new daughter of our shady town;" got you a key to the city but they couldn't find you around.
we've got hours left of nothing left to say; and it's all been beat to death now anyway; and I've seen you do everything you can to make a scene and I'm standing between you and your machine.
you've got a batch of one-liners (you're ripe for the press corps); and a fresh new spin (for the ones on the phone); but it crumbles so fast (when you let your guard down); keep your hands hemmed in (you got nothing to show).
If you burn all the records you're the one that time forgot; and you say you're coming close because your voice is shot.
failed finale, you're too tired to pretend; so now you're coding all the messages you send; as close as I will ever get to see you coming clean
and i'm standing between you and your machine.
well we buy too high (but we're selling it higher); just a touch of misery (make it fly off the shelves); doling out the praise (to the louts and liars)
and rooftop decrees (until there's no one to tell).
everyone's game for the next despot rebuild; you're giving off impressions by your thrills; playing house with found money makes it easier to spill.
we got hours left of nothing left to say; and it's all been beat to death now anyway; and I've seen you do everything you can to make a scene
and I'm standing between you and your machine.
released April 14, 2010
Mike Hall (guitar, vocals)
Melissa Jacobsen (bass, vocals)
Eric Jacobsen (guitar)
Lee Blades (drums)