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Spotless Century
05:22
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Far below our senseless edges
And some casual chemistry,
We are the physical remains
Of passages heavenly
Only vapors off of compost,
Our radiant energy
Becoming auburn by the touch of a sword
Beneath an echo left unconscious,
The silence of stirring hums
Beginning everything at once
With the strum of a chord
You’re standing faceless in the mirror
Of the twenty-first century,
Neglecting impulses that beg
To surrender your sanity
Like instructions we’d forgotten,
Never finding the recipe
When the bread itself is a mother’s hand
Couldn’t fall asleep
In the brush of your silence
Caught in a dead heat,
Was I made for defiance?
And I ask myself,
As if no one believes it
We just take it or leave it
And live on in the violence
Drone out,
Everything is a blur now
It’s a constant emotional high,
Curving right with the sound
Crowd out,
When we count up the hours
We become something useless, you see
To become something free
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Witness to a Lover
03:32
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I was witness to a lover
Such a beautiful picture on your wall
Muted breath left with another
Whatever happens after all
Unlock the shadow to discover
Such a beautiful picture on your bedroom wall
And I was witness to a lover,
But I know, oh well I know, when the sun it was set to fall
You’re the one who set me loose
With your big glitch energy moves
Made me see there’s nothing to prove
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CHARIOT FADE Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
CHARIOT FADE is an ever-expanding pop ensemble that attempts to blur the boundaries of the sonic landscape by dismantling
rock archetypes and recontextualizing them into dance-friendly, melodic vignettes, both hauntingly familiar and distinctly unique.
NEXT SHOW: Friday, April 19 at The Funhouse at Mr. Smalls
with The Garment District + Jackson Scott + BusCrates
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