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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".
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Charts
#23,274 today Peak #360
#5,457 in subgenre Peak #61
Author
valette/socci
Rights
(c)2004 evergreen meadow music (ascap)
Uploaded
August 15, 2006
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:42
Lyrics
ammunition bring me down from the shelf dust me off, make me new stand me up and choose my role i'll play the part, just for you the stimulation, the victory you chase there's bliss in my bleeding i'm just an angel who's fallen from your grace i'm banished again . i won't give you ammunition i'm humbled at your feet, i'm ready and willing i won't give you ammunition i've done no wrong, i played the game, a measly pawn. take me in then spit me out tell me you love me while you watch you watch me eg strip off my clothes, do your worst i'm flogged to submission, my mouth is dry i'll take this beating and suffer at your feet because i still love you a crying statue is what i'm reduced to the gender gap equalled . i won't give you ammunition shackled to the floor, i'm a willing receiver i won't give you ammunition the smell of wax on sinner's skin, i can't resist. bridge. arsenic and cyanide, no even match for a lover's words soothe the burn and keep you safe but in the end, an empty bed.
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