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lyrics
Everyone just seems like god,
In conversation with the clock
Learned to bear this new afterlife
Couldn’t beat them
Joined the club
But there’s no love in obligation
There’s no love in perpetual motion
There’s no love in a stampede
There is no love, there is no love
Stentorian white noise,
And the gossip gravy like,
Agency floored,
a problem that you can’t ignore.
Delete yourself
Delete yourself
Talking to a package
Talking to
Myself in the new solitude
Spin through the back roads of the mind
Endure the endless sleepless nights
And there’s no love in this condition
No love for a daydream nation
The devil resting on a hammock
There is no love, there is no love
Strange arc, strange flowers
Sarcastic kudos echoes,
Paranoid soul, do not fear the open door
Delete yourself! Delete yourself!
From the dreams now gone forever
Delete yourself! Delete yourself!
From the erased as occurred!
Delete yourself! Delete yourself!
For you cannot land a glove on it anymore
supported by 9 fans who also own “There's No Love (Delete Yourself)”
low point, missing your set nxnw
in Philly 2003.
high point, catching your set w A/S nxnw in Philly 2003, driving a borrowed car in a snowstorm...
well worth the risk!
X Chris Magnus
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019