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Grey Lady Down
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High-pants Guys, Marco, Mario, Pantsanti, Jeffrey, plaid, polyester, black-rim, cheap aftershave, bow tie, alternative
The High-pants Guys are: Mario "Animal" Pantsanti: Vocals, guitar, bass, guitar synth, trombone Marco Pantsanti: Vocals, drums, percussion, guitar Jeffrey Nels: Vocals, keyboards, guitar, bass, trombone
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Genre
Alternative • Other Alternative
Charts
Peak #49
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Music: M. Pantsanti & J. Nels, Lyrics: J. Nels
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2008
Uploaded
November 30, 2008
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:00
Story behind the song
Motivated by extreme media bias in the Dinosaur media, and the influence new media is having in destroying the establishments (e.g. Rathergate)
Lyrics
Grey Lady Down Extra, Extra, Extra You want something extra More than you expected I have news for you… I’ve a story to tell you A song of sorts to sing you A narrative to review Follow, please, along Here’s today’s agenda Crafted to perfection Placed for your attention Time to realize Chorus: It’s my choice every time Give a voice, or turn aside It’s not fit to be print It’s my personal writ Everywhere, all the time Just my view, that’s just fine Here - you’ll think what I want Headline and byline and date-line it’s my line So you’re thinking different Have a strange suspicion A juxtaposed position I’ll take care of that We have all the experts: Letters, powers, commerce And your wife and neighbors Seems you’re all alone… Chorus: It’s my choice every time Give a voice, or turn aside It’s not fit to be print It’s my personal writ Zoom in here, blackout there Cross my line, you won’t dare Black and white like the ink Bridge 1: Headline and byline and date line it’s my line Daytime and nighttime and primetime it’s my time In case you can’t venture a guess I’m Prince of the Power of Press You’ll just have to trust me My so fine pedigree I’ve grounds to be somewhat aloof My history, my record is proof Chorus: It’s my choice every time Give a voice, or turn aside It’s not fit to be print It’s my personal writ Everywhere, all the time Just my view, that’s just fine Down to my choice of the font Bridge2: I’m not writing right from wrong, its not so, oh no no. I’m projecting your direction, you know? Oh no no? I’m driving the news sensation down every road that reaches my goal You riding to desolation while you’re feeling smug, a useful lug… Now team, understand it Gear up, line up, plan it All the bases covered Time to play along We feed such a hunger They tear it all asunder Always wanting much more Where else can they go? Prop it up, tear it down Here’s the mic, or not a sound Nothing here leaves from the gate Unless my view it relates Zoom in here, black out there Cross my line you won’t dare Black and white like the ink I’m not writing right from wrong, its not so, oh no no I’m projecting your direction, you know? Oh no no?
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