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This is a great tune by Poe, that seems for some reason like it'd go really well with some sections of "House of Leaves"--but it would also make nice background music for Fight Club, or something to listen to while driving, recklessly, away from one's burning home for the last time, relishing the blister on one thumb where the match burned low.

At the beginning, the vocal track is pressed up to the front, almost unnaturally, as though the rest of the song were perpetually stuck in the speakers, but poe's vocals slipped through that mesh and are caught on it, buzzing like The Fly. The synthesized drums are tight but loose--the rhythm is a fast, shaken junkie slither, but as it staggers around with its mouth open, it catches all the acid rain, drop by drop, and turns it to angst and ass-kicking groove. It has an echo of techno, of dance, perhaps flavored by The Chemical Brothers, but unique. The bass and the guitar are like a pair of wolves circling before a fight, one a stocky, solidjuggernaut, one lean and lithe, but both moving with adrenaline-soaked agility.

It all comes together. The slowed down breaks with dripping samples are lulls in the action, a moment to wipe off the blood, when you know something is about to burst out and start the beat again...and it does. If you put this song on while you play a FPS, you will spreem anything that gets in your way, and anything that doesn't, and anything else that you manage to notice.



My mother spent 10 years sitting by a window
Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack
She listened as her dreams silently screamed
They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet

Dear world i'm pleased to meet you



{explosion}
Hey everybody when you walk the walk,
you gotta back it all up you gotta talk the talk.
Hey everybody when I hear the knock,
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock.

{explosion}
Hey everybody when my daddy died
He had a sad sad story living in his eyes.
Hey everybody when you walk the walk,
You cannot measure out your life to the tick of a clock.

I wanna walk to the

{{EXPLOSION}}

beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

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...walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You gotta back it all up, but can you talk the talk?
Hey everybody when you hear the knock,
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock

Hey every
Hey everybody...

Can you walk the walk?


I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

I wanna walk
to the beat of my own drum
I wanna live
to the beat of my own drum
I wanna laugh
to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten
"Hi!" Say, "pleased to meet you."

Take to the beat of my own drum,
Give to the beat of my own drum,

I wanna fly, cry,

win,
lose,
live, die,

:take5:

Pleased to meet you.



My daddy spent 10 years living on the outside looking in
He thought that he would never get back
Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
And he was standing there when the theatre went pitch black

Dear world i'm pleased to meet you


Hey everybody when I walk the walk
I gotta back it all up I gotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock

Hey every{
Hey every{
Hey every{
Hey every{body: Can you walk the walk?
}
}
}
}

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

I wanna pray
to the beat of my own drum
I wanna sing
to the beat of my own drum
I wanna play
to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten
"Hi!" Say, "pleased to meet you."

...screw up! to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take it out of town and do it to my drum

Scream

shout

Night

out

Win

lose

wipe out:


Make love to my baby...
Make love to my baby...

Father: It's a wonderful idea,

but it doesn't work.


My
own
drum/*-*/my
own
beat

Hey did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke?
You think you've got it figured out, and then you find that you don't,
so you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space,
You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place
Then suddenly you hear it: it's the beat of your heart

And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start.




I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum.



{{there's someone knocking in the wall / would you like an echo? / bada bada ba,,,.?}}

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