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I wrote this song a little over a year ago; it is the first song we have accepted as a band.
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The Imitation Underground theimitationunderground michael mike cd curran dorsano curran-dorsano ben benjamin perszyk andy green gibson gib berglund punk rock al
We're a teen garage band based in Minneapolis Minnesota who’ve been together for 2+ years now. (Previously known as ‘Broken Seam’) The Imitation Underground is mostly alternative rock, but it covers other sorts of styles including metal, grunge, emo, and punk. T.I.U. has successfully produced their first demo; a CD consisting of 3 original songs. (Why/Roland/My Understanding Of Truth.) The band is currently in the process of finding a new lead singer and is ready to start recording for their first full length CD. If you live in Minnesota and are interested in auditioning, see our site for more information. http://www.imitationunderground.cjb.net
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Pop Punk
Charts
Peak #75
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
Andy Green
Rights
The Imitation Underground (2004)
Uploaded
April 24, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song was inspired by Julia's, (Michael's sister's), bedroom. It's a well known fact that her room often looks like World War III. It started off as a joke, but eventually this song became of it. This is the funnest song to play because it's simple, hardcore, and perfect for jumping off of things and breaking things to. Please do not hold back from destroying things while listening to it. In concert and in preporation for this song, we have: faked deaths with the use of lots of fake blood, spun guitars around our necks, done backflips, lit hands on fire via WD40, and jumped off lots of stage equipment.
Lyrics
I can’t fall asleep, Who are they to me? Why do they stay? Each and everyday. I can’t fake a smile, Mission to defile. They live in the walls, Gray eyes… Stalking along as they’re singing this song, And I try not to care. They keep coming, they keep running, When will this end? Deep into the night, I can hear them fight. Clawing at the door, Begging for some more. I can’t fake a smile, Mission to defile. They live in the walls, Gray eyes…
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