ECHOFULL

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released August 1, 2012

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Track Name: ECHO_FOUR_utopia was never so fun [run back home]
we should
think a second of the world that we lost
burning
from the core that we could never exhaust
and all the
angry children thinking what could have been
and the
dirty hippies trying to start again
before we
starting fighting for the rights to the sky
and the
blisters for the whispers trying to work out a lie
now we
send out the children with a smile and a gun
and we can
say that utopia was never so fun

but you can't just
run back home
you can't
resell your soul

do you still feel the itch where you once wore your brand
without the symbol of your status are you sure you're a man?
are you longing for the whispers of the woman on screen
have you got your children praying to the money machine?

take a moment naming alibies
and you can
tell they hate you by the love in their eyes
and they will
sit back and listen while your tale unfolds
and then they
giggle later at the lies that you told
and you can
sneak away just when the moment is right
and you will
make your escape though it's hard to describe
the way to
climb the tunnels to the spot that's the sun
and we can
say that utopia was never so fun
Track Name: ECHO_FIVE_sit and run
so much for the peace parade
diverted on the path we laid
who should I congratulate
for the success of their illusion?
thought that this march would stop
before they learned to buy the cop
so how much will I have to drop
for the privelage of intrusion

we wanted to associate
we wanted to cooperate
we just wanted to create
I thought we made that clear
we wanted to be educated
we wanted to be tolerated
not just hated, pepper sprayed
I thought we made that clear

thought you answered to the mass
your only answer is tear gas
guess that you'll avoid disaster
with your dogs and guns
so much for our optimism
so much for our altruism
so much for our passivism
so much for sit and run

we wanted to associate
we wanted to cooperate
we just wanted to create
I thought we made that clear
we wanted to be educated
we wanted to be tolerated
not just hated, pepper sprayed
I thought we made that clear
Track Name: ECHO_7_Ameri-Can
So nice to be
So far gone
Thank your T.V.
For the channel you're on

Hear not the danger
Fear not the storm
Turn up the machine
That's keeping me warm

It's so much cheaper
To think you're rich
The forms are easy
But the terms are a bitch

I got my heart filled with this old dream
Of guns and gods and gasoline
I'm gonna be a better
Not cause I have to but because I Ameri-can

The finest world that money can waste
Keep my finger on the pulse because haste makes taste
Keeping up with the Jones' while they keep up their debt
One pill makes you larger, one makes you forget

I got my head full of this old dream
Everything's exactly what it seems
Pray to the father, son, and Uncle Sam
Not because I have to but because I Ameri-can

I've got my heart full of this old dream
Of guns and gods and gasoline
I'm gonna be a better man
Not cause I have to but because I Ameri-can
Track Name: ECHO_NINE_Kipple to Kipple
Mercer feel me and I will feel you too.
Don't go down that hill until I'm you.
Let them throw their stones, and let our blood run.
Let us be many, let us be one.

Ashes to ashes, kipple to kipple,
There's life and wires, I'm caught in the middle.

Turn that dial and let the city sleep.
You may dream of your electric sheep.
Buster Friendly 23 hours a day.
Pity those machines aren't welcome down this way.

Ashes to ashes, kipple to kipple,
There's dreams and dust, I'm caught in the middle.

Beyond the wreckage, into the green,
A man is free to be a machine.

Ashes to ashes, kipple to kipple,
There's ghosts and beasts, I'm caught in the middle.
Ashes to ashes, kipple to kipple,
Some of us real, some artificial.