The Modern Standard

by These City Limits

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released June 1, 2012

Recorded and mixed by Andreas Magnusson at Planet Red; Richmond, VA.
Produced by Andreas Magnusson and These City Limits
Song performed by These City Limits

*Songs from DEMO, released July 2011
*Recorded by Randy Vanderbilt

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Track Name: Gather
Gather around and feed off of worthless advice. I’ll find my way through shadows that bleed but don’t die. Dry all the oceans and we’ll blend with the salt. Lay down the law and then ignore protocol.

Gather your guns and aim toward the truth in the sky. Even with all our glory, we can’t be revived.

Cry me a river man, your life isn’t just. Watch me just smile away as I turn to dust.
Track Name: Empty Hands
Make up your face and dress in despair, then pick a place and time to share. Give me the floor, the podium’s mine. I am the silence you can’t find.

Shed a tear, turn into song, paint it black, and they will sing along.

We are all alone but through pain and style we grow. Take your culture, flip it all around, and we claim ourselves profound. We ride with empty hands.

So eat all the bread and drink up the wine. You have my word you will be fine. Be my recruits with studs on your belts. Now you must feel the way I’ve felt. And we’ll preach two plus two is five, up is down, and the dead are all alive.

We are all alone but through pain and style we grow. Take your culture, flip it all around, and we claim ourselves profound. We ride with empty hands.

Shed a tear, turn into song, paint it black, and they will sing along.

We are all alone but through pain and style we grow. Take your culture, flip it all around, and we claim ourselves profound. We ride with empty hands.
Track Name: The Modern Standard**
Cigarettes and laxatives are perfect vitamins. Stimulate and flush it out so we can play pretend. All the nips and tucks and finger sucks to a burnt esophagus, the price of a flawless trend.

Mock me and put me to shame. I will not sit quietly, the majority shall reign. We’ve heard from the modern standard, I ‘ll reply with candor and say “fuck your pretty face.” Refrain from ignorant disdain, we were all the same before the media took place.

Blue eyes and blond hair were a false sign of purity. Nazi’s are reborn again and recruit through magazines. And we join the evil with our self- disgust, unwillingly. It’s time to kill the regime. Mock us, decimate our worth, don’t buy into all the hype, the beaten shall emerge.

We’ve heard from the modern standard, I ‘ll reply with candor and say “fuck your pretty face.” Refrain from ignorant disdain, we were all the same before the media took place.

My imperfections are my favorite scars, they humble me, it’s reality. Take pride in who you are and don’t inspire to be the fallen’s vanity.
Mock me and put me to shame. I will not sit quietly, the majority shall reign.
Track Name: A Different Shade of Red
The ship has sailed and my angst is wearing thin. From the discordance onto the revelry, new life begins.

I’ll praise my youth (and I won’t forget the truth) with an ongoing tribute. Can I shake off all the screams defining me, or substitute?

I can’t stop, I take it all back, I’m going to rock on out till my body don’t stand a chance. I can’t stop, it’s like a machine, all the inspiration taking over me. Is this the same? What’s the difference in a name?

I still bleed red but its shade is turning bright. And from precision onto simplicity, so long, good night.

I can’t stop, I take it all back, I’m going to rock on out till my body don’t stand a chance. I can’t stop, it’s like a machine, all the inspiration taking over me. Is this the same? What’s the difference in a name?

Follow me and criticize my everything. The waves are crashing in and I control the tide. I’m in it for myself and for no one else. No revival here, the past is not alive. I’m sorry. I apologize. I hope I’ll meet you on the other side.

The ship has sailed and my angst is wearing thin. From the discordance onto the revelry, new life begins.

I can’t stop, I take it all back, I’m going to rock on out till my body don’t stand a chance. I can’t stop, it’s like a machine, all the inspiration taking over me. Is this the same? What’s the difference in a name?
Track Name: Stars Align
The leaves are down, so why am I burning up? The seasons are all forgot as I fix myself to rot. When clocks rewind, I’m springing myself to life. Fast forward me back in time. Let inspiration shine.
Send me into flight. Well I won't quit tonight. This electric show resuscitates me. Put away the chalk.
Let’s make amends, I’ll tune the sunlight’s dissonance. Let’s make amends, I’ll end the twilight’s dissidence.
Temptations rise, impeding a second chance. They’re trying to leave me cold, bitter, and alone. Well I’ve been psyched out for too long to be this strong but I won’t be caving in. The breathing shall begin.
Send me into flight. Well I won't quit tonight. This electric show resuscitates me. Put away the chalk.
Let’s make amends, I’ll tune the sunlight’s dissonance. Let’s make amends, I’ll end the twilight’s dissidence.
Stars align to create an alarm for me. This time I won’t ignore all the signs for me. Let’s make amends, I’ll tune the sunlight’s dissonance. Let’s make amends, I’ll end the twilight’s dissidence.
Track Name: Failure
My tongue is my own worst enemy, soft and tied up with the stuttering. Two years wasted in my shell, with no stories to tell. She knew nothing of my lonely heart. Silence ending an unlikely start. This trend took a hold of me. If then, only I could see.
I’ll travel back in time and free myself. Take chances, no regrets, be someone else. You’re not a little boy. Rejection leads to joy. Just say what’s on your mind. You’ll be just fine. Get off your rocking chair. No reason to be scared. Stand up and be a man. I know you can. This failure’s on my back.

Feel the winter’s chill and reminisce on times that just stood still. I have been left cold and down in denial. Let’s pick apart my life like I’m on trial. What is my offense? Woke up standing on the burning floor. Sober, leaving me to say no more. Her eyes shouting she's aware. If only I could stare.
I’ll travel back in time and free myself. Take chances, no regrets, be someone else. You’re not a little boy. Rejection leads to joy. Just say what’s on your mind. You’ll be just fine. Get off your rocking chair. No reason to be scared. Stand up and be a man. I know you can. This failure’s on my back.
Track Name: Mayday*
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I RECALL THE VOICES IN MY HEAD. MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I RECALL BEING LEFT FOR DEAD. A LONE PULSATING SOUND IN THE SMOKE FILLED AIR. WE'LL JOIN THE PARANOID. TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, TURN AROUND REPEAT AGAIN. THE COAST IS CLEAR, TAKE ME HOME. IT'S A MIRACLE I AM WRITING YOU TODAY. SO I WISH YOU WELL AS I ROT IN HELL. I'M SURVIVED BY YOUR SMILE, THANK YOU DARLIN! I HAVE MADE THIS BED, NOW I'M LAYING DOWN ON IT. I WILL CARRY ON, THEY WILL SING MY SONG, YOU'LL RECIEVE APOLLOGIES SAYING YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF ME. SO PLACE YOUR BETS ON ME. I'M A VEGAS DREAM, AN ACE OF CASUALTY. TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, TURN AROUND REPEAT AGAIN. WHERE'S MY HEAD, SEND ME HOME. IT'S A MIRACLE THAT MY LETTER FOUND IT'S WAY....SO FAREWELL, I'M A PAWN FALLEN DOWN. SAY MY NAME TO THE MASSES NOT TO DIE IN VEIGN. (SCREAM): MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SOMEBODY SAVE ME! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SOMEBODY PLEASE COME SAVE ME!
Track Name: Vampires Campaign*
time's at hand. I'm ready to take on the world. Resistance to the night. Clever like, the monsters are all in disguise hiding from the sound of light. Suck em dry, they're feeding on everyonels patience through a lie. The vampires campaign: "pick me over the rest. I promise I will invest your wealth on suicide bets. Pick me over the sane." the rational are to blame, an addicts repeat of shame. Time to kill, lets penetrate their greedy hearts and watch them bleed out green. Brilliantly, the slain is like a parasite, in death he still has spread like disease. Let it ride. They're feeding... Restore our health with a vile containing life of tomorrows child