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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 #2,003
Peak in subgenre #333
Author
valette/socci
Rights
(c)2004 evergreen meadow music (ascap)
Uploaded
August 15, 2006
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:58
Lyrics
townies chorus here in the suburbs where dreams turn to debt their life's only function is to work, sleep then die you know the townies they live here and here's where they'll stay day turns to night, live like rats in a maze, all work no play. i know, i know that you want to leave this town run around and lay on a park bench miles away two hands, two feet, not enough this day and age you've got a job to do, no time for hopes and dreams your friends might push but your friends will keep you doewn in this great rat race, they need to get ahead so pack your bags and don't think of looking back because there's nothing to fear but a life of regrets you know that chorus. people they talk, they'll never see it through it takes a lot of guile, a lot of fortitude to live a life where the struggle leads somewhere too many cry while the others run and hide i've seen strong minds fall, strong men reduced to tears suburban life, it will slowly kill you off the brave ones flee while the fearful stay in bed don't join the ranks of the nameless, faceless . transparent people live in cardboard houses shell of a former life watching tv lost in the shuffle and caught on the shard shoould you move on or be part of the fold brainwash yourself, it will come in good time this is the life that you've always dreamed of you know that..... the wife, 2.2 kids, the colour tv you got what you wanted, you still feel unsure you're one of the many, a face on the street you wasted it, you had it, you had it for sure.
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