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Small Sacrifice
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Singing is almost more like spoken word in this trippy song.
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The Unhappies are lo-fi indie geek rock.
We are the same people that are in another band, The Happies. This is our experimental/lo-fi outlet where the songs are a little more raw. Most of us lived in Northern New Jersey at some point, but we now live around the country (New York, Salt Lake City, Chicago, . . .). We each record indivdually and together when we can. We experiment with a wide variety of sounds, but most is lo-fi indie/alternative with a decent amount of folk thrown in. We want our music to be free to the masses (although the mass of people that actually wants our music is rather small at the moment), so download it, burn your own cds, share it with your friends, use it as background music for that school project you're working on--whatever. If you like The Unhappies, click for music by The Happies. Free downloads of some old Unhappies music that mostly pre-dates Pop My Zit, is available .
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Indie
Charts
Peak #789
Peak in subgenre #144
Author
Miles
Rights
2003
Uploaded
March 08, 2004
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MP3 2.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
The street the smell of sacrifice Caricatures of the money vice Inhale the psychedelic drug Sweet residue beneath the rug Watching tyrannosaurus rex rise Moonbeam hungry to the skies Wind squall blows the smog Over a red brick oven wall Outside a suited leather booted Toy store baby egregious looted Change our dollar bills for tokens Cash in our iron wills Step out on to the cobblestone Clone pretty pawn Do you know what square you're on? You clown Your path is worn down Beat by the others who have been around this game Shame you try to make a name Making moves ahead They're watching They're waiting You'll soon be fed to the alligators In your head We walk our seperate ways Light headed in the haze Past the sidewalk man And extended hand Saying something to us we can't understand Wants for us to fill his cup Ours overfloweth from our pocket's hole Philosophy rules in fashion in circles Surface polished, plush royal purples King on top, his file concedes To drink the blood his subject bleeds He thinks how small, a poor price How small a sacrifice.
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