Biografia:
On their self-titled debut, Electric President duo Ben Cooper and Alex Kane perpetuate Morr's ongoing flirtation with song-oriented pop (specifically a vocal-based amalgam of pop, folk, and electronica) signaled by last year's The Go Find (Miami) and Styrofoam (Nothing's Lost) releases, and popularized en masse by Ben Gibbard's recent Postal Service and Death Cab for Cutie success. And while Cooper does possess an intimate, slightly nasal vocal style
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Stand and move and walk across the water.
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Peel the cover from the city.
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Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly.
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Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
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Lots of other worlds exist.
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Soon enough we’ll tear them open.
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Soon enough we’ll break them too.
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Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
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Metal fingers scrape the skies.
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The windows look like Christmas lights from out here.
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Floating. Counting clouds. They’re slowly fading.
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Blending in with cardboard skies.
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Soon we’ll manufacture replicas.
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It’s all replaceable.
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From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
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Like they’re holding the world together; like it’ll blow any minute.
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And I’ve got another thought I’ll keep to myself.
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Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
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There’s nothing new to discover, there’s nothing new to invent.
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There’s nothing new to think that hasn’t been thought of before.
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And there’s nothing to believe we haven’t already forgotten.
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There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new, there’s nothing—
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No, no, no, no.
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And I’ve got another dream I’ll keep to myself.
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Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
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And I’ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I’d always meant to send.
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We’d speak our minds and change the world.
We’d fix the past and pave the way.
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But now we’re fresh out of heroes; now we’ve run dry on hope.
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There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
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And holes, within holes, within holes, within you.
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And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.
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Stand and move and walk across the water.
C#
Peel the cover from the city.
G# F#
Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly.
Bbm
Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
C#
Lots of other worlds exist.
G#
Soon enough we’ll tear them open.
F#
Soon enough we’ll break them too.
Bbm
Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
C#
Metal fingers scrape the skies.
G# F#
The windows look like Christmas lights from out here.
Bbm
Floating. Counting clouds. They’re slowly fading.
C#
Blending in with cardboard skies.
G#
Soon we’ll manufacture replicas.
F#
It’s all replaceable.
C#
From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
Bbm
Like they’re holding the world together; like it’ll blow any minute.
G#
And I’ve got another thought I’ll keep to myself.
F#
Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
C#
There’s nothing new to discover, there’s nothing new to invent.
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There’s nothing new to think that hasn’t been thought of before.
G#
And there’s nothing to believe we haven’t already forgotten.
F#
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new, there’s nothing—
N.C.
No, no, no, no.
C#
And I’ve got another dream I’ll keep to myself.
Bbm
Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
G#
And I’ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I’d always meant to send.
F#
We’d speak our minds and change the world.
We’d fix the past and pave the way.
C#
But now we’re fresh out of heroes; now we’ve run dry on hope.
Bbm
There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
G#
And holes, within holes, within holes, within you.
F#
And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.
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