1. |
Campbell's Soup Kids
03:06
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We're getting back to the place that we came from.
In a polaroid snap shot 1981.
And we're keeping up with the Jones
And top 40 radio
No talking with your mouthful and you'll sit there 'til you're done.
We're getting back to the place that we came from.
Throw another can of soup in the American Melting Pot.
Jesus is gonna save our souls
In God we trust dow jones
Gag me with a spoon. I think I'm gonna throw up.
It's time we take it back to basics
Simplify what's complicated
Single digits, primary colors
When the letters get scrambled then we'll rearrange them
Taking baby steps to learn a new language
Getting to the bottom of what is blowing up.
I'm getting back to the place that we came from.
I got my finger in the armpit of a Mickey Mouse Club Meltdown.
Where all the girls are talking like Hoes!
The boys are talking like Bros!
They're messing up the message 'cuz their smartphone's pretty dumb.
It's time we take it back to basics.
Simplify what's complicated.
Single digits, primary colors
When the letters get scrambled then we'll rearrange them.
Taking baby steps to learn a new language.
Getting to the bottom of what is blowing up.
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2. |
Sus
02:57
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I'm in doubt.
I wanna believe.
LIghts up my mind.
Was it chance?
Or was it happenstance?
What will I find?
Is searching for the answer flirting with disaster?
Maybe...nevermind.
Buy the rumor.
Sell the news.
You better get it right.
So many double down on idiot hype.
Be careful what you're after.
It can end up in disaster.
Happens, all the time.
Knocked down, got the beat down.
No sayin' why.
Wise up.
See the Sus.
Open up your eyes!
I'm in doubt.
I wanna believe.
I'm in doubt.
I wanna believe.
But it don't sit right with me.
Fuck this hypocriy!
The haters and the chancers blasting out the answers.
Synth bate in the waves of junk.
Do not unsubscribe.
Drowning in the sea of the 1's and 0's.
Trying to make it out alive.
Be careful what they're after.
Confirmation is the master of all disguise!
Knocked down, got the beat down.
No saying why.
Wise up.
See the Sus.
Open up your eyes!
Sus
Sus
Sus,
Knocked down.
Got the beat down.
No sayin' why.
Wise up.
See the Sus.
Open up your eyes!
I'm in doubt.
I wanna believe.
Lights up my mind.
Was it chance?
Or was it happenstance?
What will I find?
Is searching for the answers flirting with disaster?
Maybe...nevermind.
I'm in doubt.
I wanna believe.
I'm in doubt.
I wanna believe.
But it don't sit right with me.
Fuck this hypocricy!
The haters and the chancers, they always know the answers
Haters, chancers blasting out the answers!
Be careful what they're after.
It can end up in disaster!
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3. |
Uranium Baby
03:15
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Tik-tok, silver jetting, parabolic rockets to the nuclear embryo.
Daddy's little warheads frolic in the fallout,
smiling in the afterglow.
Uranium, Uranium, Uranium Baby, Uranium
Can't stop the incoming catastrophic blast or the black out of the radio.
There's no escaping unless you got a pass to the bunker in New Mexico.
Uranium, Uranium, Uranium Baby, Uranium
ooo ooo ooo ooo
ooo ooo ooo ooo
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Radiation, mutation, new world generation, Neon Gods and Ghosts
Ionize, synthesize, extra limbs, X-Ray Eyes, seeing through the bones
Uranium, Uranium, Uranium Baby, Uranium
Tik-tok, silver jetting, parabolic rockets to the nuclear embryo.
Daddy's little warheads frolic in the fallout.
Smiling in the afterglow.
Uranium, Uranium, Uranium Baby, Uranium
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4. |
Need You Around
03:46
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If I could see.
Into your heart.
Then I would know.
Just where to start.
'Cuz I'm lost.
And I need to be found.
Crazy as it sounds.
I need you around.
If I could stand.
To be on my own.
Then I would probably
just leave you alone.
But I'm gonna feel this way 'til I'm
six feet underground.
Crazy as it sounds.
I need you around.
Turning,
Tossing and turning,
Our love is burning me down.
If I could change
one thing in this world.
I'd change your mind.
And I'd be your girl.
'Cuz I'm lost.
I need to be found.
Crazy as it sounds.
I need you around.
It was a strange and stormy night.
I'm so sorry we had that fight.
When you walked out that door
I didn't know
you weren't coming back no more.
Now I'm sitting here on the floor.
With our cat
and a broken heart.
And I'm gonna feel this way til I'm six feet underground.
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around.
I need you around.
I need you around.
I need you around.
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5. |
Ju Ju Dolly
04:02
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Waking, waking up.
Bullseye, hits the spot.
Wasted, hear the call.
Suddenly, change of heart.
Late night, solitude
Finding, a way to get to you.
Running, in circles.
Righting a wrong.
I'll get you back.
Hanging, your heavy head.
Tied up, you're not going nowhere.
Oblige, to the backseat driver.
Spinning, out of control.
Oh, oh oh!
Late night, solitude.
Pining, is the darkest mood.
Laughing, so ha hard.
It's my turn
to stick one in the dolly!
Poor baby.
Choking, on what you said.
Is payback, for the assassination attempts.
Late night, solitude.
Lying, is how you do you.
Lying, you're so loud.
I think I'm calling your bluff!
I think I'm calling your bluff!
And that might now be enough!
'Cuz it is never enough!
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6. |
Great Divide
03:55
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Outrageous and absurd!
Our course of action has taken a turn.
We lost connection.
Adrift so far.
Too much compression.
Failing as who we are?
So tell 'em, who you are.
Is it love?
We've been spittin' a crack is opening wide.
From the inside.
Slowly slipping, yeah we have started to slide
into the divide.
I miss seeing you've been there my whole life.
Now we're on opposite sides.
This fuss is making us have to put up a fight.
Oh why?
1 2 3 4
1 2 3 4
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There's too much fighting and it's so
Contagious and uncurbed
A spark ignites and everything burns.
A mass deflection.
A twist bizarre.
Zero reflection.
Forgetting just who we are.
So remember,
when we're one, we are strong.
We've been splittin', a crack is opening wide
From the inside.
Slowly slippin', yeah we have started to slide
into the divide.
I miss seeing you've been there my whole life.
Now we're on opposite sides.
This fuss is making us have to put up a fight.
Oh why?
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7. |
In God We Trust Fund
03:55
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Ah ooo
Ah ooo
Summoning at midnight,
the shadow at the crossroads.
What will you decide?
Will you make it so?
Do you recognize?
What's in your heart, oh?
Desire makes you blind.
And so the story goes.
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha,
Hands on 3 and 9.
The second slips your strength won't hold.
Memories run dry.
Who? Why? Ya just don't know.
So struck you fly
Into the dreams of nevermore.
Glazed and canyeyed.
When the sands turned gold you swore.
Are you into parties?
Conquering the art scene?
Playing on a star team?
Singing at the Opry?
A house on a nice beach?
Luxury car fleet?
Taking in the life sweet?
Reality is your dreams.
Are you into parties?
Conquering the art scene?
Playing on a star team?
Singing at the Opry?
A house on a nice beach?
Luxury car fleet?
Taking in the life sweet?
Reality is your dreams.
Nine feet tall
Crawling up a wall.
The bottom's out of sight.
There's nothing from before.
Madness in the mind.
Longing for love.
Lost in the gold.
The Devil's Bid is high.
You'll get everything that money can buy.
Greetings
Weak, limited mobility, mortal flesh creature
Let's begin!
Embracing consumption and vanity are not,
cardinal or deadly sins.
Freedom to live how you desire.
Vast riches beyond belief!
Still you trust God?
Denounce eternal happiness?
Live poor and resist more?
You'd endure less pain from the business end of my pitchfork!
On this oversized toilet called planet earth,
I promise festivity.
You must understand it's worth.
But in-return,
part of you,
I must hold after.
Sincerely yours.
The Soul Snatcher.
Summoning at Midnight, the shadow at the crossroads.
What will you decide?
Will you make it so?
Do you recognize?
What's in your heart, Oh?
Desire makes you blind.
And so the story goes.
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8. |
Pulse
02:24
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My baby paints herself red
She paints her hair
Her hair is dead.
She's living in the city with the bodies that scream.
We are all Jesus.
We all dream.
See the dancers,
See them reeling.
Paint the sky up on the ceiling.
Four useless Gods upon a day,
So blinded by the filth on Sunday.
Saying the words for the idiots,
You are miracle drible, optical sewer.
LIsten to the flowers fall.
Paint the words up on the wall.
This is the pulse of fools like you.
Who sound so red and turn so blue.
The sound of uselessness in Summer.
War is over, i
If you want.
See the dancers,
See them reeling.
Paint the sea up on the ceiling.
Pulse!
My baby paints herself red
She paints her hair,
Her hair is dead.
She's living in the city with the bodies that scream.
We are all Jesus!
We all dream.
See the dancers,
See them reeling.
Paint the sky upon the ceiling.
That's pulse!
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9. |
Code Cyan
04:02
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Efflorescent expectation
Crystalizing recreation
Forwards, backwards, circulating
Let the waves flow out of you.
ooooo turn yourself around.
The code will get you through.
I pinky swear it.
I wanna inform ya
You are amazing
Keep pulling it towards ya
And forward facing.
Don't let it control ya.
The strongest aching.
I wanna inform ya,
That I'll be standing by.
Sometimes things get lost in places.
Trapped inside the old glass cases
Are the maps of all the ages.
All them leading up to you.
ooooo turn yourself around.
Mix the greens and blues.
Pinky swear it.
I wanna inform ya,
You are amazing.
Keep pulling it towards ya.
And forward facing.
Don't let it control ya.
The strongest aching.
I wanna inform ya,
That I'll be standing by.
Shoot to the moon.
Do,
what you need to do!
Shoot to the moon.
Shoot!
I wanna inform ya,
You're so amazing!
Keep pulling it towards ya.
And forward facing.
Don't let it control ya.
The strongest aching.
I wanna inform yaaaa.
Walk it
Run it
Climb it
Fly it
Skip it
Trip it
Bump it
Slide it
Play it
Cheat it
Make it
Buy it
Bait it
Catch it
Chance it
Try it
Kiss it
Hug it
Squeeze it
Love it
Shove it
Stick it
Hurl it
Kick it
Set it (the universe)
Drop it
Scratch it (is open wide)
Mix it
Flip it (It's your chance)
Shake it
Tilt it (so jump inside)
Sink it
Feel it
Face it
Urge it
Will it
Press it
Pop it
Push it
Pull it
Crash it
Smash it
Slash it
Shoot it
Zap it
Hey!
Electrocute it!
Fight it
Attack it
Win it
Beat it
Pad it
Tuck it
Begin it
Be it
Fake it
Mean it
Forgive it
Forget it
Write it
Speak it
Sing it
Yell it
Stop it!
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10. |
From the Dark
03:56
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I can't find my eyes.
They ran off in the light.
As the sun went down.
I love you,
Set me free.
Reverse psychology.
Watch the world flip upside down.
I can't find my feet.
They ran off without me.
I'm always getting the runaround.
A whisper in the win
Said stop!
Start again.
Watch the world,
Turn upside down.
Oh oh oh.
Won't you come with me?
Center your gravity.
We'll take a trip through space and time.
Run with me.
Come have some fun with me.
We'll crawl out of our dreams.
From the dark,
Comes the light.
Everyone's a part of it.
There's no getting out of it.
You sink to the bottom
Or you float to the surface.
Anchor if you don't.
Sail if you do.
So go on,
Flip the side!
Flip the side!
Flip the side!
Flip the side!
Flip the side!
Flip the side!
There's more than one.
It could be cool,
to play side two, oh!
Oh, won't you come with me?
Center your gravity.
We'll take a trip through space and time.
Dance with me.
Yeah, feeling fancy free.
No walls and no ceilings.
Underneath a big wide open sky.
Run with me!
Come have some fun with me!
We'll crawl out of our dreams.
From the dark,
Comes the light.
From the dark,
Comes the light.
From the dark,
Comes the light
From the dark,
Comes the light
From the dark.
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11. |
Tantrum
04:02
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It's kinda shocking and more than a feeling.
Slow down, you'll call in a demon,
Gotta holler at three in the mornin'.
Car alarm, trigger warning.
The dog is barking and it's so demanding.
So loud I can hardly stand it.
I'm kinda nervous.
I'm spazzing.
I'm freaking.
When you see me,
You'll know that I mean it.
I think I've got a feeling.
One minute long.
I feel my heart beating.
T, T
T, Tantrum!
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We all gone crazy!
It's hysteria!
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We've gong off the deep end.
Pandemonium!
Runnin' hot as a fever.
Spreading all around.
Detonation nation.
It's a total meltdown.
I think she's got the feeling.
One minute long.
He feels his heart beating
T, T, T, T, Tantrum!
After we have eaten,
We'll retire to the parlour.
Crying, Screaming.
We will engage in Parlour games.
Like Pictionary, and Charades and Buttons.
Violence, defiance.
Who has the Button?
Angry ranting.
I have the Goddamn Button!
Don't you ever forget it!
I think I've got the feeling!
I feel my heart beating!
I really know the feeling!
I feel my heart beating!
T, T, T, T, Tantrum!
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12. |
Can't Stand Up
03:51
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I'm on the edge looking out.
I'm on the horizon of sunless doubt.
Scared to leave,
Afraid to stay.
A warm breeze says girl,
Give it one more day.
All the leaves are dead or dying.
All the while the trees are crying.
I'm at the fork in the road.
Found my way there on the hardest night.
Been on a path for so long.
There's no wall between right and wrong.
All the leaves are dead or dying.
all the while the trees are crying.
Bye babe.
Bye my love.
Home at last.
Home at last.
I can't stand up.
I can't stand up.
Bye Babe.
Bye my love.
I can't stand up.
I can't stand up.
I'm gonna need you to stay.
In my heart for just one more day.
Tomorrow I'll be cured.
But for now,
You'll have to take my word.
All the leaves are dead or dying.
All the while the trees are crying.
Bye Babe.
Bye my love.
Home at last.
Home at last.
I can't stand up.
I can't stand up
Bye Babe.
Bye my love.
Home at last.
Home at last.
I can't stand up.
I can't stand up.
I'm on the edge looking out.
I'm on the horizon of sunless doubt.
Scared to leave.
Afraid to stay.
A warm breeze says girl,
Give it one more day.
All the leaves are dead or dying.
All the while the trees are crying.
Bye Babe.
Bye my love.
Home at last.
Home at last.
I can't stand up.
I can't stand up.
Bye Babe.
Bye my love.
Home at last.
Home at last.
I can't stand up.
I can't stand up.
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Christy Costello Minneapolis, Minnesota
Christy is a long time mover and shaker from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Vocal styles are in the key of smoke, grit, soul and
life. She is also a songwriter, guitar player, bass player, disc jock, talent buyer, promoter, mother, yogi
Bands Active: self, Monica LaPlante, COMA CLUB, Extraterrestrials
Bands Past: Butchers Union, Pink Mink, The Von Bondies, Ouija Radio, Blaha & Costello
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Christy Costello recommends:
Quarantine EP
by Monica LaPlante
Monica is a badass creative unique with such a knack for writing some of the best songs I've heard come out of a human in some time.
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Volatile Molotov
by The Arrivals
Volatile-Molotov is probable one of my all time favorite post-punk records of all time. Yeah, call biased cuz my hubby is in the band but I loved this record before him;)
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Midwestern Songs Of The Americas
by Dillinger Four
If you listen to this record beginning to end you will know.
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GREEN/BLUE "Green/Blue" LP
by Green/Blue
supported by 14 fans who also own “From the Dark”
In my Spotify top 5 albums of 2020. Sadly seems to be no longer available on Spotify but I think it's great. More please.
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supported by 8 fans who also own “From the Dark”
33 years after their first album they still sound like they have something to say.
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Susan - As I Was LP
by Susan (LA)
A second full-length of skittering guitar pop and kooky harmonies from L.A. trio Susan.
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