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"Vox Pop"

by The Aldermaniacs

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1.
Haunts 03:57
Stare at your bookshelf I'll be the third one from the left Turn to page eleven To find the words yet unsaid Maybe I'm the snowstorm Keeping you here tonight I could be the shadows Up against the white All alone in this crowded room My head feels like a distant fugue Hey there, stranger Have you got the time? Please let me haunt your mind All alone in this crowded room My head feels like a distant fugue Hey there, stranger Have you got the time? Please let me haunt your mind I could be that old drunk In a corner dive Whisper me a toast To the things keeping me alive Maybe I'm that old song Hum along and choke up The needle scratches But not quite enough All alone in this crowded room My head feels like a distant fugue Hey there, stranger Have you got the time? Please let me haunt your mind
2.
I couldn't feel my face at Michigan and Lake Street I spent the night with a ghost Followed her phantom sound all the way from downtown, Sister, what do you know? Why can't you see? Heart asleep in the streets Bread and circuses on your mind And the trains, they run on time I was too late getting to the station But I saw her wave The sight of her hand, the sign of my end Fading on the elevated track And I can endure a small but bloody war Against my silence My collar to the cold, an emperor deposed From the throne of conquered daydreams I couldn't feel my toes on Sacramento I spent the night with a ghost Hiding my weary eyes from the threat of sunrise Thoughts a cello scroll maze Why can't you see? Heart asleep in the streets Bread and circuses on your mind And the trains, they run on time I was too late getting to the station But I saw her wave The sight of her hand, the sign of my end Fading on the elevated track And I can endure a small but bloody war Against my silence My collar to the cold, an emperor deposed From the throne of conquered daydreams
3.
No time to recognize The rogue neurons in his mind That seek their vengeance today Barbiturate haze They fire down from point-blank range The dream is good and dead I don't think you're listening You deride our instincts And stay inside where it's always warm You step back from our table And live out the North Shore fable You are sleeping through a thunderstorm A smoky dawn, no siren scene Could ever dull this mother’s scream Against the bloody snow. Away from all the monuments To well conquered Occident The ghosts, they still remain. I don't think you're listening You deride our instincts And stay inside where it's always warm You step back from our table And live out the North Shore fable You are sleeping through a thunderstorm I don't think you're listening You deride our instincts And stay inside where it's always warm You step back from our table And live out the North Shore fable You are sleeping through a thunderstorm I don't think you're listening You deride our instincts You are sleeping through a thunderstorm
4.
Rigby's Riot 02:44
Face on the desk, a quiet distress As Rigby mounts the mare These palace walls, they will fall down The clergyman prepares She'll take to the streets, no time to retreat And I'm burning in effigy She'll stand on the floor and declare a war Unilaterally But luckily, the cavalry has gone home tonight The smoke has cleared, but yet I fear That she'll be setting sail Rigby, the captain, a one-woman riot This front is cold, all the treasure sold Rigby takes the flanks My capture assured, she'll shout the word And I give a blind-folded thanks But luckily, the cavalry has gone home tonight The smoke has cleared, but yet I fear That she'll be setting sail Rigby, the captain, a one-woman riot But luckily, the cavalry has gone home tonight The smoke has cleared, but yet I fear That she'll be setting sail Rigby, the captain, a one-woman riot She'll raise her sword and I'll raise my glass To memories, I hope they last
5.
Shifty Eye 03:15
Got dynamite, no need for the hindsight And all alone, I've cut the telephone wires down to size Laugh out loud, I stand so proud in the absence of light What do you do when you realize you're the villain? Such a sad story, but really who's going to listen? Oh, just pass me on by And never see shifty eye to eye Devil on both shoulders, I unleash the hounds Falling from grace with quietest of sounds To bring on the end time is my solemn vow Tragedy, a violent scene on which to feed. Spark the fuse, memories bruise while you plead No self- control, I tie her to the tracks and finally flee What do you do when you realize you're the villain? Such a sad story, but really who's going to listen? Oh, just pass me on by And never see shifty eye to eye
6.
Englewood 02:43
I couldn't hear And I couldn't see But I could still feel you in the breeze You were 15, they said you were dangerous And they closed the eyes of a child in the streets I couldn't write And I couldn't speak But I could still feel you in drops of rain Young girl under white sheets, they keep you hidden From the sleepy eyes of the gentry Southbound on the Red Line So much I could deny Upwards in the towers, they'll do nothing But draw the line I couldn't cry And I couldn't scream But I could still feel you reaching for me
7.
Jane 03:46
Jane, hidden away Under white walls and crimson With reason In season Crystal, on display Does your gallery keep you? Will the Candyman release you? Goldmines, but grey And the rafters caving in Red lines and chains again Westward and on and around the North bend Ringing voices, elegant Savior or sycophant? Oh, how they fall, and how they mend Jane, by the prairie Jane, by the shore Are they rats? Are they whores? And the rafters caving in Red lines and chains again Westward and on and around the North bend Ringing voices, elegant Savior or sycophant? Oh, how they fall, and how they mend Jane... Come this way Jane... Are they yours? And the rafters caving in Red lines and chains again Westward and on and around the North bend Ringing voices, elegant Savior or sycophant? Oh, how they fall, and how they mend
8.
I've been idling for a week now Hiding fully in plain view The spires grow up fast and tall now Still obfuscating me from you| I know you'll gladly turn a blind eye To the paint and the mortar between these bricks Look instead at my kingdom realized I've been idling for a year now In this lost metropolis I've planned Where even statues carry rifles The false bravado of the damned Look instead at my kingdom realized I've been idling fifty years now Would you see what I began For such a wretched little man? I've been idling for a lifetime, A hundred years in the rust A hundred years in the rust

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released March 13, 2014

Music and lyrics by Alex Gilewicz and Drew Pompano
Recorded by Brian Sharpe
Produced by the Aldermaniacs and Brian Sharpe
Cello and Vocal: Alex Gilewicz
Guitar and Vocal: Drew Pompano

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The Aldermaniacs Chicago, Illinois

The Aldermaniacs are an unexpectedly ear-catching combination of cello, played with a daring approach to melody that makes use of unorthodox textures, and amplified guitar, played with a cool, understated tone and a colorful use of harmony.

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