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Big Head Baby
02:20
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So I've got this problem
Can't say what I don't believe
I can't seem to get down with the program
Don't think there's anyone smarter than me
I've got a big head baby
I think that you'll understand
You've got a big head baby
I must be your kind of man
So you've got this problem
Don't think that I disagree
Everything seems like it's going sideways
But that's got fuck all to do with me
I've got a big head baby
I think that you'll understand
You've got a big head baby
I must be your kind of man
So now we've got this problem
Looks like the money's all spent
I took all day well a-breaking my back
And I couldn't save one red cent
I've got a big head baby
I think that you'll understand
You've got a big head baby
I must be your kind of man
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2. |
Red Light
03:07
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Sad, sweaty faces of sportscasters
Pre-approved shade of pallid alabaster
Rages & fumes
Throughout the night
You're just racing for a red light
Composed of part that are not you
Cajoled into replacing what's still new
You don't look good
Do you feel alright?
You're just racing for a red light
Laugh freely, laugh often
Laugh yourself into a coffin
Your power's on the edge of obsolete
Neck's getting sweaty from the heat
And there's no solution
In sight
You're just racing for a red light
Trained to kiss the tender hand of master
Entranced by the vacuum tube spell caster
Your eyes roll back
Chest feels so tight
You're just racing for a red light
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Secular Saints
01:38
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Secular Saints
They don't make no mistakes
They know how to conflate
The painter with the paint
Oh well mob mentality
Pitchforks & fiery torches
To light up their flames
Moral victories claimed
Oh well now secular saints don't become what you hate
Uh-oh!
Secular Saints
They don't vet their complaints
Are they looking for truth?
Or to crush you under their boot?
They want authority
Over your autonomy
Power it's always the same
Withers & deforms the brain
Oh well now secular saints don't become what you hate
Uh-oh!
Secular Saints
Don't find your ignorance quaint
& should they start to suspect
Your moral compass is bent
Away from what they think
They won't shrivel or shrink
To enforce what they believe
Upon your reality
Uh-oh!
Oh well now secular saints don't become what you hate
Uh-oh!
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Invisible Plot
03:44
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What if I told you you'd been right?
Your whole life
We've been out to get you
What if I told you you've been strong?
All along
And we are waiting on your cue
Every suspicion confirmed
Every doubt overturned
Every detractor has been spurned
What if I told you you'd been right?
And your whole life
I've been out to get you
What if I told you you'd been wrong?
All along
No ones out to get you
You are not being watched
And there is no plot
Aside from the one you grew
From inside of your ill mind
That's where you'll find
That all that malice lurks inside
What if I told you you'd been right?
And your whole life
I've been growing inside you
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crones Prince George, British Columbia
Members
Nathan Kelly
Britt Meierhofer
Landon Hilde
Chris
Dibbens
Calvin Hilde
Crones are an alternative rock band making music on the unceded traditional territory of the Lheidli T’enneh. Pushing on the seams of the Canadian music scene for nigh on a decade the band continues to evolve with every performance & engage their audience with every song.
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