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indie electronic pop
A funny weapon that is the pen in the hand. Like the adage goes, "the pen is mighter than the sword", it could never be truer when pen to paper becomes a song. Peek through your record collection to find the songs that guided you through those delicate moments of despair and delight, smiles and sorrows, pain and pretense. The Mystic Underground understand this. Their tales of suburbia in the shadows of the ever forebording presence of the metropolis that is New York City without question bring the point home. Born and raised in the jungles of the New York City scene, The Mystic Underground are a combination of the introspective bedsit dramas written and played out by singer-lyricist, Vladimir Valette and the frentic backdrops conjured up by synthesizer mastermind, Benedetto Socci. Blending the sounds of new wave, post-punk, Britpop, and alternative dance and wrapping it all in an electronic bow, this is a band destined to find themselves at the forefront of the new electronic pop movement. In the words of singer, Vladimir Valette, "...we're looking to grab a foothold in the minds and hearts of listeners everywhere, we want to serve as a reminder that the term 'pop music' isn't an obscenity. We write songs with something to say and aren't afraid to push the envelope and have you singing along in the process".
Song Info
Charts
Peak #323
Peak in subgenre #52
Author
valette/socci
Rights
(c)2006 evergreen meadow music (ascap)
Uploaded
August 15, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 5.4 MB 128 kbps 5:53
Lyrics
Delusional the envious elite in this town of no importance they're sheltered and surrounded by their parents' open wallets no surprises left, she said we're doomed, we've seen it all dreams of leaving but money speaks, she has no answers she's gone delusional, in your eyes a young diminishing star her parents sigh, you were born here, this is where you'll stay she's gone delusional, they're just jealous, so jealous they city calls and it's your time the rooftop is her pulpit, it's where she's safe from all the doubters they march to beats of soundbites, see them hear it, repeat it, forget it what's more shocking... logic, love, ambition she wants to be a writer to have the living you people owed her shots in your direction, hollow and desperate, so dry your eyes you're sad and lonely your fists are clenched you're safe when you close your eyes you don't belong here you were born here they want you to die here a great disappointment a perennial best seller jumbled up in thought love, war, fear, sex, she always said it, you never listened strength, longing, desire, passion, she always had it, you never bothered
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