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Supraliminal Jane is an Independant artist from Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada who has been writing, singing, playing, recording and producing her own music for more than 10 years. With a wide range of musical influences behind her, 'Supraliminal Jane' music is versatile, interesting music, that could almost be called folk-punk-electronica. With meaningful, well thought-out lyrics, beautiful vocal melodies and harmonies, its a wonder she lives in the poorhouse!
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Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #89
Peak in subgenre #20
Author
Andrea Dellio
Rights
Plaine Jane Music 2001
Uploaded
August 01, 2002
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MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I couldn't help but notice how much consuming people do.. and how destructive it is.
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Consumed There was something we still needed to see to satisfy our curiosity. So I take until I'm a curse to me. Blinded by the myth of diversity. Congratualtions on becoming human, guess your no longer fit for consumption. Live on to consume to your own discontent, consume it all up until there's nothing left. Call it progress as you try to hold it down. stealing more than your fair share when you think there's no one around. The tradgidy's been building, and you dismiss your fear, we're heading for a lesson that ends more than just with tears. No matter what you claim it's all about, it seeps out under camoflage as something else, I don't see the pride in being top of this chain when i look down and all i see is a f*** ing shame. Congratulations on becoming human. Guess your no longer fit for consumption, so go on, consume to your own discontent, consume it all up until there's nothing left. Try to hold it all it, watch it keep slipping out, under camoflage as something else. I was wrong and I can admit it. It's so hard not to get caught up in it. But I don't really call this living it, no - I dont really call this living it, no I dont really call this living it, i dont really call this living. -End-
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