Unreleased EP

by Burning Love

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Abandoned demos for a debut EP recorded in 2007

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released January 1, 2007

Engineered by Sean Pearson

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Track Name: Lives Of The Saints
HEY KID HERE’S A SHINY DIME, GET A NEW EMOTION.
YOUR UNSLEPT PARANOID’S BEEN WORKING OVERTIME
AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT’S COMING NEXT.
THE SKY IS FALLING, BUT IT ALREADY WAS
AND COUNTING THE DAYS, YOU’RE ONLY SPEEDING IT UP
BUT YOU’RE NO FURTHER AHEAD OR FURTHER BEHIND
– JUST FALLING APART.
LIVES OF THE SAINTS BUT THE DEATH OF THE PARTY.
LIVES OF THE SAINTS, BE THE DEATH OF YOU.
SHINY DIME, HERE’S A SHINY DIME FOR YOU.
SHINY DIME, HERE'S A SHINY DIME, AND
YOU GOTTA HAVE SOME WORDS IN THERE
THAT AREN’T “OBSOLESCENCE”, “SYSTEM” OR “MACHINE”
...ARE YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME?
LIVES OF THE SAINTS, BE THE DEATH OF YOU.
Track Name: AlienVSCredit
I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT.
I GOT YOUR NAME ON MY LIST.
YOU’VE FALLEN OFF. YOU’RE AT THE TOP.
AT THE TOP OF THE SHIT LIST.
CALL THE NUMBER 12 TIMES A DAY
AND LET IT RING TILL YOU MAP OUT KILLING ME
BUT FOR ALL THE BIG TALK, IT AIN’T THAT PERSONAL, BABY.
WE’RE DOING OUR JOB HERE, JUST DOING OUR JOB.
I’M DOING MY JOB SIR.
SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY:
“YOU WILL MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE.
YOU WILL MISS MY HATEFUL SONG.
YOU WILL MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE.
YOU WILL MISS MY THREATENING TONE.”
WE'RE DOING OUR JOB HERE, JUST DOING OUR JOB.
I'M DOING MY JOB, SIR.
IT’S THE CHASE AND NOT THE CATCH,
IT'S THE THREATENING OF BLOOD FROM STONE.
RING. RING. RING RING RING RING...
WE’RE KILLING THE LANDLINE.
WE’RE BREAKING THE BLOODLINE.
BREAKING THE BANK.
RING. RING. RING RING RING - "IT’S THE BANK".
Track Name: Money Shots
YOU GIVE, YOU GIVE ME – NO SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF.
YOU MADE A GRAVEYARD OF THE PLACES I CUT MY TEETH.
YOUNG MEN I THINK WE HAVE BEEN CHEATED.
THESE GLASS-EYED RAGDOLLS DON’T EVEN TRY.
IS THIS IT? ALL TRACTION, NO ACTION?
WITH ALL THE GRACE OF MELTING CANDLES,
YOU TOOK 42ND STREET AND NAILED ITS COFFIN SHUT.
YOUNG MEN I THINK WE HAVE BEEN CHEATED.
THESE SHAVED RUBBER RAGDOLLS DON’T EVEN TRY.
SO WHERE’S THE 4TH WALL?
WHERE’S THE GREEN DOOR, HONEY?
HONEY, WHERE’S THE LOVELIGHT IN YOUR EYES?
WELCOME TO HELL - ALL HOLE, NO GLORY.
Track Name: Internet Exploder
WAITING. WAITING. WAITING.
WAITING FOR THE MIRACLE, BUT NOTHING COMES OUT.
I’M HANGING UP ON THE DETAILS.
BUT NOTHING COMES OUT, NOTHING COMES OUT,
CAUSE THIS IS NO PLACE AND YOU AINT NOWHERE
FOR TAKING QUESTIONS.
& ALL MY FRIENDS LIVE IN TWO DIMENSIONS NOW.
WE HAVEN’T SEEN THEM SINCE.
THEY WERE CONVINCED THAT
WE HAD THE PROPHETS IN OUR THROATS.
BUT THEY AIN’T GODS, THEY JUST CRACKED THE CODES,
AND GAVE YOU...EVERYTHING?
TAP INTO THE CRANE SHOT,
WHAT THE CROWS SEE WHEN THEY LOOK DOWN.
IT’S EASY. SO EASY.
NEVER BEEN SO EASY LOOKING UP FROM THE GROUND.
I’M HANGING UP ON THE DETAILS.
I’M STRUNG UP ON THE HIGH SPEED WIRES.
FUTURE FUTURE BURNING BRIGHT
I’M SICK OF ALL THE FLASHING LIGHTS.
HAVEN’T SEEN THEM SINCE.
WE WERE CONVINCED THAT
WE HAD THE PROPHETS IN OUR THROATS.
BUT THEY AIN’T GODS, THEY JUST CRACKED THE CODES,
AND GAVE US EVERYTHING -
WE WANTED EVERYTHING, NOW WE GOT EVERYTHING.
NOW WE GOT EVERYTHING BUT REAL LIVE FLESH AND BLOOD.
NOW WE’VE GOT EVERYTHING BUT.
GET LOST GOING NOWHERE FAST.
Track Name: Busted
MY OH MY WHAT HAVE WE HERE?
A SIGHT FOR SORE YOUNG CATHOLIC EYES.
A FLORAL BED, A SIX PAGE SPREAD,
A MAGDALENE FOR ’88 BURNING IN MY HEAD.
I GOT SECRETS AS GOOD AS A RICH MAN’S.
THOUGHT CRIMES IN THESE NEIGHBORS’ BATHROOMS.
I WAS 15, YOU WERE 28. THIS USED TO BE SUCH A NICE STREET.
BUT NOW THEY LOCK THE BATHROOM DOORS
AND ANYTHING THAT ISN’T NAILED DOWN.
THE BAKKER IS OUT, THE DOCTOR IS IN.
THE GREAT WHITE HOPE IS AT IT AGAIN.
THE BAKKER IS OUT, BUT I’VE GOT IT IN HAND.
CAR IN THE DRIVEWAY, I’M LOST IN THE EYES.
HAND ON THE DOOR TURNS, I’M TAKING MY TIME.
CAUGHT RED-HANDED OVER YOU.
GUILTY, GUILTY, THROUGH AND THROUGH
AND I’M BUSTED.
SPLAYED OUT AND DEFIANT,
MOUTHING THE WORDS TO LIFE LESSONS,
YOU SAY “FUCK IT, HOLD ON TO YOUR SHAME, SON.
YOU’RE GONNA NEED IT WHEN WE INHERIT THE EARTH.”
BEEN BUSTED, THROUGH AND THROUGH.
BEEN BUSTED, THROUGH AND THROUGH.
RED-HANDED OVER YOU.