Biography:
Electric President is the second of Ben Cooper's projects, this time with Alex Kane. The sound is a mix with folk, pop, electronic, with a sound that would be very much like if you threw The Postal Service, The Decemberists, The Flaming Lips, and George Orwell in a large blender.
They've recorded two albums and one EP under the Electric President moniker, all available under the German imprint Morr Music, with a third to be released in early 2010 on Fake Four Inc.
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C#m B
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
E
You get your grip and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
C#m
You’re not apart of it. You’re broken now, like us.
B E
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
G#m
And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.
C#m B
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
E
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
C#m B E
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
G#m
And I silently wish I was on one.
C#m B
You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass.
E
You reach inside and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
C#m B
I have no answers; I’m rambling.
E G#m
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.
C#m B
You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise.
E
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides.
And for a moment you feel like you’re alive.
And then it’s gone, so you get up.
E B
Up, up, baby. There’s blood on the sidewalks of this town.
C#m B A
They’ve got us on the ropes. But we don’t have to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands aren’t tied now.
E B
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
C#m
They’ve got ‘em buried deep.
B A
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.
(Oh no, no)
C#m B E A
We’ll leave on the evening train.
C#m B E A
It won’t be long, but it feels that way.
C#m B E A
But home never meant very much to us any__way.
C#m B A
So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone.
E
And maybe we’re right.
E B C#m
And we collapse on a road.
B A B E
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn’t look like such a waste.
E B C#m B A
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
B E
And we never wake again.
Never again, no never again.
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
E
You get your grip and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
C#m
You’re not apart of it. You’re broken now, like us.
B E
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
G#m
And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.
C#m B
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
E
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
C#m B E
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
G#m
And I silently wish I was on one.
C#m B
You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass.
E
You reach inside and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
C#m B
I have no answers; I’m rambling.
E G#m
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.
C#m B
You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise.
E
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides.
And for a moment you feel like you’re alive.
And then it’s gone, so you get up.
E B
Up, up, baby. There’s blood on the sidewalks of this town.
C#m B A
They’ve got us on the ropes. But we don’t have to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands aren’t tied now.
E B
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
C#m
They’ve got ‘em buried deep.
B A
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.
(Oh no, no)
C#m B E A
We’ll leave on the evening train.
C#m B E A
It won’t be long, but it feels that way.
C#m B E A
But home never meant very much to us any__way.
C#m B A
So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone.
E
And maybe we’re right.
E B C#m
And we collapse on a road.
B A B E
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn’t look like such a waste.
E B C#m B A
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
B E
And we never wake again.
Never again, no never again.
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