Twinplus
by Twinplus
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Digital Album
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Wings
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Apathy
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Reserves
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Slave Potential
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Anxiety/Piety
01:27
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Heart Slivers
07:08
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Surgeons
06:34
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Empire of Machines
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Buyer's Remorse
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Dog Food City
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Axes
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about
Recorded at Archive Recordings with Wes Johnson, 2011-2012
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released 07 May 2012
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Twinplus consists of Erich Newey on guitar and vocals, alongside his laptop, which plays his programmed drum and bass tracks. This project was founded in 2011, and made its debut live appearance in 2012.
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- Track Name: Wings
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Our mouths, our eyes, our hands reach to the skies.
The slurs, the lies, a pattern recognized.
We're done, we're through, we're better off without you,
We're taking back the lives we still have left.
We're bringing it back home.
Don't think your wings will make you an angel.
We're not giving up. We're still standing
up against the walls we built, and we're fighting back.
A hulking insult to what we worked
as people, as nations, as men and women.
To each their own, a number to disown,
a letter to regret, a figure to disperse,
and children to expose as second class.
Oh my, no sir. You should be ashamed.
We're not giving up. What's it worth?
Don't think your wings will make you an angel.
We're not giving up. We're still standing
up against the walls we built, and we're fighting back.
What's it worth?
Don't think your wings will make you an angel.
We're not giving up. We're still standing
up against the walls we built, and we're fighting back. - Track Name: Apathy
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A generation of ignorance.
There are no boundaries for arrogance.
I say it dies, let it die, let it die with my song.
It dies, let it die, let the seeds that you sow,
It dies, let it die, let it die tomorrow.
Appreciation is lost on me.
My fingers fix upon the things I hate.
I say it dies, let it die, let it drown in the sea.
It dies, let it die, let it bury beneath.
It dies, let it die, let it die with me.
Kill your apathy. Kill your apathy.
The sun has split an open mind.
Close the shutters when it's too bright.
If life is just the waking hours between the sleepless nights,
then maybe we deserve it. Maybe we deserve it.
The honest expression of human emotion,
we instilled repetition to the human condition,
we're made to withstand it, however reluctant,
but we'll never know it 'til apathy is dead.
Kill your apathy! - Track Name: Reserves
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My reserve is drowning out my nerve
and I've begun to wonder to what purpose does it serve?
Was it childhood conditioning? The fear that maybe God is listening,
an ever-watchful eye watching over me relentlessly.
From the window of my living room, from the attic of the house where I grew up,
the rules only apply when noticed by my friends and family,
but they motivate me all the same, they've all but been abandoned by
my ethic, I can't help it. Nothing ever goes that easy.
Does the meaning lie in dormancy, or does the answer underlie
the motives that upheld my morals? Forward thinkers can't decide
on absolutes and rule of law. I was never comfortable before, so what's the difference?
Maybe I'm just overthinking everything.
Maybe it's too faulty an idea.
Maybe I'm not suited for the task.
Maybe it's not me, it's just everybody else.
Maybe it's just far too much to ask.
Maybe it's too faulty an idea.
Maybe I'm not suited for the task.
Maybe it's not me, it's just everybody else.
Maybe it's just far too much...
Far too much to ask! - Track Name: Slave Potential
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I am the natural man. I am the enemy.
Never know the origins of anything I eat.
Never know the credentials of anything I read.
Students, time to pay attention.
God forbid we learn something. God forbid we realize
that we are just as ignorant as them.
And the failure was we let our expectations give away our trust so freely.
But anything to help me forget that I am an automatic man.
My actions artificial, my conscience unnatural.
The greatest indication that elected officials do not care about the general public
is that our prison system is a privatized and for-profit industry.
They see the people for their slave potential.
They see the people for their slave potential.
We're just slaves who have yet to be shackled. - Track Name: Anxiety/Piety
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Though my sins will dam(n) me in, they will part a scarlet sea.
Skies congest celestial teeth. God unsheathes his pious grin.
Will the stars make way for me?
In the gaping jaws of death, what could God want with me? - Track Name: Heart Slivers
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For the sake and love of art.
Chipped and battered wooden frames still afloat within my name.
Splintered slivers, shattered pride, stiffened by the guilt inside.
One by one they filled my heart.
Infection through an open vein, webbing skin and soothing stains.
A ripping sound I've felt before, the kind that's made when flesh is torn.
Sweet dissected shame.
Failed to please a mother's home, comfort that I'll never know.
Penetrate security, acid-bath anxiety.
The ingrate has a name.
Not a stain nor hanging thread, not a fold left unimpressed.
Tender meat, shredded raw: a cardiac tablesaw.
Haven't I wandered at least this far? Because I've been here before.
Haven't I wondered for long enough? Because there aren't any answers.
So I sleep.
Chills run down my broken back.
I address my own distress underneath my frosty breath.
And when I find where sorrow lies, my limbs will stay cold and dry.
Twisted figurines awry.
I combine and I refine the qualities that disrepair me.
Backwards bones and frozen stones, joint-molasses slow-machines.
Calm, reposed, a boiling storm.
Much to my dismay, my demons all recede.
An engine stoked too long ago that begs to be all but unleashed.
Dwindling self-defeat.
I revel in a battle fought, a skirmish won and purpose lost.
But words will never stress enough that I remain distraught.
Haven't I wandered at least this far? Because I've been here before.
Haven't I wondered for long enough? Because there's still not an answer.
So I sleep.
So scatter your bones around your homes
and hold tight, hold on, keep true, and don't ever let go.
The fates never mention nor reveal their intention,
so leave us in entropy.
So dwell within the pestering and hearken to the whispering,
and leave us in entropy.
The smell of new snow like flame creates smoke means winter will kill us all soon.
So I sleep. There's nothing else left I can do.
A diverging of clouds and stars announce "There's no room left for you."
So I sleep. There's nothing else left I can do.
The heavens collapsed and the saints all laughed when their God told them there is no truth.
So I sleep. There's nothing else left I can do.
So speak soft to your child, "Sleep well and dream wild," for tomorrow might bring us our doom.
So we sleep. There's nothing else left we can do.
There's nothing else left I can do. - Track Name: Surgeons
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If we make a cut just upon the surface, we can drain out all the infection.
And if it bleeds, let it
bleed out freely baby, and clear the wound. We can sew you up after we're all through.
And yes, this will hurt quite a bit. So please stay still.
In the hospital full of anesthesia, keep your chastity. Keep it close for Jesus.
And when you wake up, you'll be home. So don't be scared.
Be made ashamed of who you are.
Desires are your cross to bear.
There's a madness in your skin. An insatiable need to sin.
A demon in your body from your toes up to your chin.
Ear to the ground, messages in the pavement: Love is nothing more than a fashion statement.
So keep keep calm, just keep still. No one needs to know what happened.
"I will hold my breath until the end of what may come."
"And I won't close my eyes, I'll clench my teeth until we're done."
Stitched your chest so tightly, you could barely feel your heartbeat.
And when you tore the sutures out you couldn't bear the pain.
Stitched your chest so tightly, you could barely feel your heartbeat.
And when you tore the sutures out you couldn't bear the painful removal of virtue. - Track Name: Buyer's Remorse
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Weakness, insecurity, subliminal misogyny, promotional promiscuity
The underlying promise of a dream come true. Completely lost, never second-thought.
It's an action inconsiderate to be shameful or uncouth.
Neither quality nor quantity, it's gimmick versus honesty,
instinct versus marketing, and I won't buy in.
I took the bait, and I've given you everything I have.
If you wanna make an omelette, you gotta break some eggs,
but don't think that you've broken me just yet.
Give it up, give it up, an uphill battle can't be won. Overspent, stretched yourself too thin.
It's business as usual, stuff your pockets til their full, a hunger you can't ever satiate.
An industry built on tantalization, waving a fantasy in front of our faces.
A brief moment of clarity between desire and necessity,
think of what we really need and never act accordingly.
Never settle within our means.
Take everything with no moderation.
You've only made yourself a victim.
Take everything with no moderation.
You've only made yourself a victim.
I took the bait, and I've given you everything I have.
If you wanna break an omelette, then you gotta break some eggs.
But don't think that you've broken me just yet. - Track Name: Dog Food City
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Not a word naysayer. can afford not a prayer.
If genealogy still means anything, we could forge our own way through.
If genealogy still means anything, I could spend my life with you.
Understate my reflection, always fake your rejection.
If genealogy still means anything, we could forge our own way through.
If genealogy still means anything, I could spend my life with you.
Make it up yourself. Make it up as you go along.
Make it up day to day. Make it up as you go along.
Nothing like a morning in dog food city
that'll keep my spirits cold while I continue growing old,
and it strained my eyes to see the sun beneath a veil of grey.
Nothing like a morning in dog food city
that'll keep my spirits cold while I continue growing old,
and it strained my eyes to see the sun beneath a veil of grey.
We built a home around our hopes but couldn't stand to stay indoors,
and though we tried, we couldn't sleep, so stored our dreams beneath the floors,
and when the sky obscured the light with smoke and fog each winter morn,
likewise our thoughts became too clouded, and doubt did whisper in my ear,
"This life is over, there is no future, there is no hope of mending fences,"
so after much deliberation, I smiled and said "I'll take my chances,"
and for so long, we held on strong, our grip held fast to our foundations.
Perhaps it fear, we failed to see that it was flawed in its foundation,
but still our eyes unsatisfied, they yearned to find an answer still
that could explain in simple terms how could this agony be real.
And so, the ground opened its mouth and swallowed all that we created.
I turned to you and softly spoke, "If there's still hope, then it is faded."
Despite the years, it disappeared, it can't be what it used to be,
so let our fears consume us dear, and raise our flags in our defeat.
We burned the home we built and watched as the roof crashed down on our faces,
and breathed in the ash and crawled through the wreckage,
and saw the sun for what felt like the first time in years. - Track Name: Light Beneath the Doorway
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Always will do what I must. Speak in a language so foreign to such.
Just out of reach and still out of touch.
neither in truth, nor in faith, nor in trust.
Our hearts on the inside still beat. Our tongues in our mouths reluctant to speak.
So fill in the blanks, and walk with your feet.
Look down, look up, skip shuffle repeat.
Darling please turn out the light. You leave on the lantern to ward off the night,
but before too long the sun drops out of sight,
and it can't be stopped try as hard as you might.
The fire burned bright but couldn't be handled.
At least we were warm 'til I snuffed out the candle,
and within the darkness, doubt spawned like a cancer.
You asked me why, I still don't have an answer.
Extinguished and alone, traded you for my dreams,
put my hand inside the furnace and caught fire to my sleeves,
and I watched the pieces shrivel and crackle in the blaze,
let it swallow every fiber, let the flames lick my face,
let it sear off all the skin that I failed to remove,
let it realize the nightmares my actions induced.
A memory of burns that still blackens the flesh,
still darkens the shell, and still beckons my trust.
The light beneath the doorway still shines.
Shadows of footsteps behind.
The light beneath the doorway still shines,
and I see your shadow, please turn out the light. - Track Name: Axes
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So ask me, "What's the problem with the younger generation?" while despondently sipping from your mug.
The customers keep yawning and the registrar's responding with disinterest and a healthy dose of smug.
But it makes no sense to dwell on things when we could be solving problems.
Yeah, we could be helping children, maybe we could feed the starving,
or maybe we could stew in our self-medicated stupor while the passer-bys insinuate their pity with their body language.
And now we want to know. We need direction, but we want the answer.
We need reform.
It's grown so dark in here, our faces disappear.
Maybe my concerns of oversaturating flavors is a bit misled and maybe misinformed.
But I think that it speaks volumes of our electronic culture, made appreciation feel more like a chore.
But the truth is I could do away with politics and tabloid headlines.
I could do without dramatic wealthy self-imposing people,
and I could do without excess consumption, but I do digress that life will tend to settle on the bottom-most denominator.
But now we want to know. We need direction, and we want the answer.
We want reform!!
So tell me you're an intellectual while you sputter out your facts.
How faith ain't nearly good enough, but still, but still I don't see you taking action.
So pit your mind up against mine, and tell me you're not in contention.
We can try to work this out, or we can talk about it later.
Hanging jaws and flapping mouths doesn't do no one no good, so let's put it off for now.
You're my friend! And we can disagree sometimes! It's okay to just wanna let it slide.
You've clearly got an axe to grind my friend, so let's just forget about it.
Let's you and me go get a drink.
It's grown so dark in here, our faces disappear.
We're neither far nor near, til now.
Please understand, I mean it when I say I hope you die.
But please don't get me wrong, because what I mean is
I hope you die of old age in happiness,
surrounded by your family and friends, your kids, and their kids, peacefully with no regrets.
I hope your life ends well for you.
I hope your life ends well for you.
So I hope you die, I hope I die, I hope that everyone dies.
I hope you die, I hope I die, I hope that everyone dies.
