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No room for sympathy in the pursuit of efficiency\n  The legacy of a colonial dynasty\n  In a city still growing out it's infancy\n  Built on invasion, displacement and misery\n  Foundations laid by blood, sweat and industry\n  Of convicts inspired by aspirations on liberty\n  Before that history goes to the grave\n  I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday\n  From beneath the coats of paint they speak\n  Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams\n\n  And on a still night, if you listen close\n  You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n  Seek it out and you'll find that it's all around you\n  The sound of that which was handed down\n  And on a still night, if you listen close\n  You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n  Know where we've been to grasp where we're headed\n  Looking at the past from the present\n  And on a still night, if you listen close\n  You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n\n  Now the signs in the street say 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listen close\nYou can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\nKnow where we've been to grasp where we're headed\nLooking at the past from the present\nAnd on a still night, if you listen close\nYou can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n\nNow the signs in the street say for lease or for sale\nAn invitation to dream, a reminder of those who failed\nA long way from land grants, rations and dirt trails\nDisillusionment's still in fashion in New South Wales\nRusted iron, rubble and chipped paint\nSigns of urban decay in a withered landscape\nI see it everyday, the heritage fades\nGentrification, nothing's gonna get in the way\nOf this concept that we call progress\nLocked in a contest with our superiority complex\nMonuments to man's dominance are the imagery\nScaffolding sketches out the blueprints of visionaries\nIn a city still growing out it's infancy\nBuilt on invasion, displacement and bigotry\nFoundations laid by cold-blooded killing spree's\nSevered heads sent back on ships for the king to see\nBefore that history goes to the grave\nI listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday\nFrom beneath the coats of paint they speak\nEmpty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams\nI stay playing these beats on the same train platform\nThat Lawson waited on watching faces in the street\nExcept that somehow the scene appears differently\nSoaked under the cold pale glow of electricity\nSo, Before that history goes to the grave\nI listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday\nFrom beneath the coats of paint they speak\nEmpty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams\nBut I know this city, I've felt its heart beat\nWatched life breathe through the cracks in the concrete\nWhere it stops is beyond me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Listen Close\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: King Amongst Us\n  duration_ms: 299755\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing\n  Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening,\"\n  \"It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep\"\n\n  Can you feel the change in the air?\n  I never could, took a second look now I see it everywhere\n  Today moving so fast, becomes yesteryear\n  And if you can't keep up, well then you disappear\n  I see the lonely old buildings round my way\n  Slowly fall into a state of disrepair\n  Then the real estate buy it up, sell it off, knock it down\n  Then it's gone like it was never there, does anybody care?\n  Wood, brickwork and steel laid bare\n  Like the city's broken bones exposed to the open air\n  And their I am, the heir apparent\n  Surveying the damage as my neighbourhood vanishes\n  Without a trace-an unsolved mystery\n  Whole decades erased instantly\n  No room for sympathy in the pursuit of efficiency\n  The legacy of a colonial dynasty\n  In a city still growing out it's infancy\n  Built on invasion, displacement and misery\n  Foundations laid by blood, sweat and industry\n  Of convicts inspired by aspirations on liberty\n  Before that history goes to the grave\n  I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday\n  From beneath the coats of paint they speak\n  Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams\n\n  And on a still night, if you listen close\n  You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n  Seek it out and you'll find that it's all around you\n  The sound of that which was handed down\n  And on a still night, if you listen close\n  You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n  Know where we've been to grasp where we're headed\n  Looking at the past from the present\n  And on a still night, if you listen close\n  You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts\n\n  Now the signs in the street say for lease or for sale\n  An invitation to dream, a reminder of those who failed\n  A long way from land grants, rations and dirt trails\n  Disillusionment's still in fashion in New South Wales\n  Rusted iron, rubble and chipped paint\n  Signs of urban decay in a withered landscape\n  I see it everyday, the heritage fades\n  Gentrification, nothing's gonna get in the way\n  Of this concept that we call progress\n  Locked in a contest with our superiority complex\n  Monuments to man's dominance are the imagery\n  Scaffolding sketches out the blueprints of visionaries\n  In a city still growing out it's infancy\n  Built on invasion, displacement and bigotry\n  Foundations laid by cold-blooded killing spree's\n  Severed heads sent back on ships for the king to see\n  Before that history goes to the grave\n  I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday\n  From beneath the coats of paint they speak\n  Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams\n  I stay playing these beats on the same train platform\n  That Lawson waited on watching faces in the street\n  Except that somehow the scene appears differently\n  Soaked under the cold pale glow of electricity\n  So, Before that history goes to the grave\n  I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday\n  From beneath the coats of paint they speak\n  Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams\n  But I know this city, I've felt its heart beat\n  Watched life breathe through the cracks in the concrete\n  Where it stops is beyond me\n"},{"id":5024757,"name":"All Summer Long (Live)","trackName":"All Summer Long (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live From The Listen Close Tour","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Summer sun on my windowsill\nI sit and think and wonder\nYou know that I miss you still\nThough we were never lovers\nYou hear that girl? The rain's pouring\nSoundtrack to our forgotten story\nReminisce sometimes, seeing the world through love's eyes\nYour friend was my sunshine\nTill I realised you eclipsed her\nNever together, we wished it so but\nWhatever the weather, you kept me afloat\nMy first kiss landed right here\nShit, haven't thought about that in years\nNow it's all coming back so clear\nLying with the phone in the dark\nTalking shit just to hear you laugh\nWild horses are what you told me\nAnd I still think of your face\nEvery time it rains and I wonder\nIn a different time and place\nCould we find a way to one another\nI was cleaning out my room, found a note that you wrote me\nSaid \"I hope we can be together one day\" like a label mate\nBut some things don't stay the same\nAnd I saw you just the other day, we didn't have much to say\nBut when I touched your arm, you begun to spark\nFor a split second, it's like nothing's changed\nNow I'm not saying we would've worked but\nWho's to say if we put in work, and we\nCould'nt have made something real\nReminisce on the way that you made me feel\nAnd I just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful to me\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful to me\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful to me\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nMy heart's like a metronome, it beats strong in my chest\nGiving me \"A New Hope\" like the Fourth Episode\nI guess we'll never know\nBut I just wanted to, I just wanted to\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Summer Long (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live From The Listen Close Tour\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Summer sun on my windowsill\n  I sit and think and wonder\n  You know that I miss you still\n  Though we were never lovers\n  You hear that girl? The rain's pouring\n  Soundtrack to our forgotten story\n  Reminisce sometimes, seeing the world through love's eyes\n  Your friend was my sunshine\n  Till I realised you eclipsed her\n  Never together, we wished it so but\n  Whatever the weather, you kept me afloat\n  My first kiss landed right here\n  Shit, haven't thought about that in years\n  Now it's all coming back so clear\n  Lying with the phone in the dark\n  Talking shit just to hear you laugh\n  Wild horses are what you told me\n  And I still think of your face\n  Every time it rains and I wonder\n  In a different time and place\n  Could we find a way to one another\n  I was cleaning out my room, found a note that you wrote me\n  Said \"I hope we can be together one day\" like a label mate\n  But some things don't stay the same\n  And I saw you just the other day, we didn't have much to say\n  But when I touched your arm, you begun to spark\n  For a split second, it's like nothing's changed\n  Now I'm not saying we would've worked but\n  Who's to say if we put in work, and we\n  Could'nt have made something real\n  Reminisce on the way that you made me feel\n  And I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful to me\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful to me\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful to me\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  My heart's like a metronome, it beats strong in my chest\n  Giving me \"A New Hope\" like the Fourth Episode\n  I guess we'll never know\n  But I just wanted to, I just wanted to\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n"},{"id":5026524,"name":"Human Era (Live)","trackName":"Human Era (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live From The Listen Close Tour","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low,\nThe tipping point of the to and the fro,\nThough the seed blossoms slow,\nIt is now as it was long ago,\nYou reap what you sow,\nAnd the wind still blows, the fire still burns,\nAnd the water still flows,\nBuried in the earth where the life still grows,\nThe heart still knows,\nAnd it tell you where to go,\nSo I crossed over mountains and sat above plains,\nCouldn't shake the feeling that I'm part of something strange,\nOff white glazed eyes under my shades,\nGotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate,\nWhether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me,\nOr the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see,\nLines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre,\nTo the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters,\n\nThe newest era of the human error,\nThe water still flows,\nThe wind still blows,\nThe life still grows,\nThe heart still knows and on and on it goes,\nWhile the world conspires we try to read the omens,\nSee the form take shape as power changes hands,\nIt's the human era made of fleeting moments,\nAs the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,\n\nSo we figure-eight just going through the motions,\nSnap shots coming in and out of focus,\nThe Mayans, Aztec's and the Romans,\nEach seized their moment to bear the onus,\nWhat's spanned across time a places,\nGet's left behind in faint traces,\nThroughout the ages,\nThe sands of time shift,\nAs we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing,\n\nThe rise and fall of all things big and small,\nWe sit poised in the middle of it all (repeat)\nWhile the world conspires we try to read the omens,\nSee the form take shape as power changes hands,\nIt's the human era made of fleeting moments,\nAs the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Human Era (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live From The Listen Close Tour\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low,\n  The tipping point of the to and the fro,\n  Though the seed blossoms slow,\n  It is now as it was long ago,\n  You reap what you sow,\n  And the wind still blows, the fire still burns,\n  And the water still flows,\n  Buried in the earth where the life still grows,\n  The heart still knows,\n  And it tell you where to go,\n  So I crossed over mountains and sat above plains,\n  Couldn't shake the feeling that I'm part of something strange,\n  Off white glazed eyes under my shades,\n  Gotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate,\n  Whether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me,\n  Or the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see,\n  Lines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre,\n  To the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters,\n\n  The newest era of the human error,\n  The water still flows,\n  The wind still blows,\n  The life still grows,\n  The heart still knows and on and on it goes,\n  While the world conspires we try to read the omens,\n  See the form take shape as power changes hands,\n  It's the human era made of fleeting moments,\n  As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,\n\n  So we figure-eight just going through the motions,\n  Snap shots coming in and out of focus,\n  The Mayans, Aztec's and the Romans,\n  Each seized their moment to bear the onus,\n  What's spanned across time a places,\n  Get's left behind in faint traces,\n  Throughout the ages,\n  The sands of time shift,\n  As we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing,\n\n  The rise and fall of all things big and small,\n  We sit poised in the middle of it all (repeat)\n  While the world conspires we try to read the omens,\n  See the form take shape as power changes hands,\n  It's the human era made of fleeting moments,\n  As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,\n"},{"id":5025715,"name":"Dead Star Shine (Live)","trackName":"Dead Star Shine (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live From The Listen Close Tour","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars\nMy only guide through the cover of darkness\nLying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke\nWas when I found a brief moment of catharsis\nA path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed\nI hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow\nLive by the sword, but the pen's mightier\nI wonder if I'll die tryna live by that motto\nMy dad let me in on one of life's little secrets\nA thing's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness\nIn the very realisation of our achievements\nSelf-destruction on the path to completeness\nI be the son of two teachers who each told me\nWhen I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps\nSaid I should dream bigger cos they wished they coulda\nAnd that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get\nWell I'm sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up\nCos I'm starting to think maybe I am one\nI stand up in front of these people, class is in session\nPay attention, requesting they put their hands up\nI ask the questions but you have the answers\nYours is the voice that makes the anthem\nI know it seems like nothing's going to plan, but\nDo you really think that this is random?\n\nThere I am looking up at the night\nGetting lost in the stars\nSee how they burn so bright\nBut they seem so far\nSo many light years away they could die\nAnd you wouldn't know, still putting on a show\nI don't know if it's a beautiful sight\nMaybe my eye caught that dead star shine\nDead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nIn a minute you can get passed by\nYou can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nIn a minute you can get passed by\n\nSo now I'm getting by with s little bit of kindness from strangers\nUnder skyscraper lights I wander aimless\nMaking arrangements, to wake your neighbours\nTryna keep a straight face when they tell me I'm famous\nNah, my head in a mess of mixed messages\nIn the same breath I'm your hero or your nemesis\nSoothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments\nThe object of your affections, even your therapist\nCos therapy is what this music is, a best friend to a moody kid\nGot me sitting on a black couch in a padded room\nSinging the blues in these tunes\nNo wonder I'm starting to think I'm fucking losing it\nSunday night revelations, misguided attempts at a medical meditation\nDunno if it's hell, nothing or heaven waiting\nIn the meantime I'mma have me a celebration\nI walked the city streets til my feet hurt from calluses\nReturned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis\nAt the end of the search was the catalyst\nTook it back to the lab for further analysis\nHeard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by\nMaybe my eye caught a flicker in the nights sky\nPrice of admission to the greatest heights\nAnd everybody got their own way to shine bright right?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dead Star Shine (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live From The Listen Close Tour\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars\n  My only guide through the cover of darkness\n  Lying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke\n  Was when I found a brief moment of catharsis\n  A path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed\n  I hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow\n  Live by the sword, but the pen's mightier\n  I wonder if I'll die tryna live by that motto\n  My dad let me in on one of life's little secrets\n  A thing's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness\n  In the very realisation of our achievements\n  Self-destruction on the path to completeness\n  I be the son of two teachers who each told me\n  When I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps\n  Said I should dream bigger cos they wished they coulda\n  And that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get\n  Well I'm sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up\n  Cos I'm starting to think maybe I am one\n  I stand up in front of these people, class is in session\n  Pay attention, requesting they put their hands up\n  I ask the questions but you have the answers\n  Yours is the voice that makes the anthem\n  I know it seems like nothing's going to plan, but\n  Do you really think that this is random?\n\n  There I am looking up at the night\n  Getting lost in the stars\n  See how they burn so bright\n  But they seem so far\n  So many light years away they could die\n  And you wouldn't know, still putting on a show\n  I don't know if it's a beautiful sight\n  Maybe my eye caught that dead star shine\n  Dead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  In a minute you can get passed by\n  You can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  In a minute you can get passed by\n\n  So now I'm getting by with s little bit of kindness from strangers\n  Under skyscraper lights I wander aimless\n  Making arrangements, to wake your neighbours\n  Tryna keep a straight face when they tell me I'm famous\n  Nah, my head in a mess of mixed messages\n  In the same breath I'm your hero or your nemesis\n  Soothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments\n  The object of your affections, even your therapist\n  Cos therapy is what this music is, a best friend to a moody kid\n  Got me sitting on a black couch in a padded room\n  Singing the blues in these tunes\n  No wonder I'm starting to think I'm fucking losing it\n  Sunday night revelations, misguided attempts at a medical meditation\n  Dunno if it's hell, nothing or heaven waiting\n  In the meantime I'mma have me a celebration\n  I walked the city streets til my feet hurt from calluses\n  Returned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis\n  At the end of the search was the catalyst\n  Took it back to the lab for further analysis\n  Heard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by\n  Maybe my eye caught a flicker in the nights sky\n  Price of admission to the greatest heights\n  And everybody got their own way to shine bright right?\n"},{"id":5026860,"name":"King Amongst Many (Live)","trackName":"King Amongst Many (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live From The Listen Close Tour","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Party people what I really want to know\nAre you feeling, are you feeling Horrorshow?\nStep inside the mind of he who's tryna be the next in line\nQuite riot inside of this fucking head of mine\nBut I ain't gonna let myself get left behind\nSo I'm scheming on the top spot plotting regicide\nWhile the pollies squabble like children in question time\nWhile their spies trade about Julia and Kevin like\nThey were Brittany and Federline, I'm getting mine\nFront to back and left to right throw up ya hands and get em high\nNow I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine\nOne Day Entertainment is the enterprise\nComing with the next supplyment\nCalm in a crisis, tryna make something timeless\nI mean really, What you expect?\nThis what you get when I'm left to my own devices\nSnatch a sucker outta class revoke his pen licence\nGetting tempted by my vices\nWatching leaders fall victim to pawns like Luther deading Cyrus\nCan you dig it like an innings?\nToo many in the party scene, too much Charlie Sheen\nGot em thinking that they're winning\nWe all held our breath while the world kept spinning\nToyed with the ending instead settled on a new beginning\n\nSinging heavy is the head of the king amongst many\nDon't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\nMoney on your mind, or hungry in your belly\nIf you want me well then come get me\n\nHeavy was the head forced to wear the crown\nYet to lessen the burden friends share it around\nHeavy was the head forced to wear the crown\nYet to lessen the burden friends share it around\n\nIn the midst of this hazy array of shady characters\nSlick talking managers, lazy amateurs\nWorking in parameters, I heard em say\nThat they're worth their weight but the verdict ain't unanimous\nMy third eye wonders as I ponder the\nDivide and conquer that seems to define the genre\nAt the end of the day it's plain what's at stake is your pride and honour\nAnd a person is only worth as much as their final offer\nAnd fella, I tell you what I put it down on the mic\nTo get my family fed, paid and housed for the night\nSo no, there ain't no doubt in my mind when I stake my claim\nFor my reign, I'll take the credit the same as I'll take the blame\nSome'll get the name twisted, maybe thinking I've changed\nMaybe thinking my gaze has shifted to the riches and fame\nThat if I say I'm king I must be power tripping again\nI'm thinking all city aliases dripping in paint\nSo I changed my name to Solo to remind myself\nThat in the end you can't rely on anybody for help\nCos nothing is guaranteed ain't nothing coming for free\nWhat the price'll be, well that's something only time'll tell\n\nSinging heavy is the head of the king amongst many\nDon't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\nMoney on your mind, or hungry in your belly\nIf you want me well then come get me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Amongst Many (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live From The Listen Close Tour\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Party people what I really want to know\n  Are you feeling, are you feeling Horrorshow?\n  Step inside the mind of he who's tryna be the next in line\n  Quite riot inside of this fucking head of mine\n  But I ain't gonna let myself get left behind\n  So I'm scheming on the top spot plotting regicide\n  While the pollies squabble like children in question time\n  While their spies trade about Julia and Kevin like\n  They were Brittany and Federline, I'm getting mine\n  Front to back and left to right throw up ya hands and get em high\n  Now I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine\n  One Day Entertainment is the enterprise\n  Coming with the next supplyment\n  Calm in a crisis, tryna make something timeless\n  I mean really, What you expect?\n  This what you get when I'm left to my own devices\n  Snatch a sucker outta class revoke his pen licence\n  Getting tempted by my vices\n  Watching leaders fall victim to pawns like Luther deading Cyrus\n  Can you dig it like an innings?\n  Too many in the party scene, too much Charlie Sheen\n  Got em thinking that they're winning\n  We all held our breath while the world kept spinning\n  Toyed with the ending instead settled on a new beginning\n\n  Singing heavy is the head of the king amongst many\n  Don't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\n  Money on your mind, or hungry in your belly\n  If you want me well then come get me\n\n  Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown\n  Yet to lessen the burden friends share it around\n  Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown\n  Yet to lessen the burden friends share it around\n\n  In the midst of this hazy array of shady characters\n  Slick talking managers, lazy amateurs\n  Working in parameters, I heard em say\n  That they're worth their weight but the verdict ain't unanimous\n  My third eye wonders as I ponder the\n  Divide and conquer that seems to define the genre\n  At the end of the day it's plain what's at stake is your pride and honour\n  And a person is only worth as much as their final offer\n  And fella, I tell you what I put it down on the mic\n  To get my family fed, paid and housed for the night\n  So no, there ain't no doubt in my mind when I stake my claim\n  For my reign, I'll take the credit the same as I'll take the blame\n  Some'll get the name twisted, maybe thinking I've changed\n  Maybe thinking my gaze has shifted to the riches and fame\n  That if I say I'm king I must be power tripping again\n  I'm thinking all city aliases dripping in paint\n  So I changed my name to Solo to remind myself\n  That in the end you can't rely on anybody for help\n  Cos nothing is guaranteed ain't nothing coming for free\n  What the price'll be, well that's something only time'll tell\n\n  Singing heavy is the head of the king amongst many\n  Don't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\n  Money on your mind, or hungry in your belly\n  If you want me well then come get me\n"},{"id":5028617,"name":"The Rain (Live)","trackName":"The Rain (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live From The Listen Close Tour","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever had a day that you wanted to erase?\nTear the page out the history books and try again\nBut you knew that you couldn't\nSo you put on a brave face\nAnd waited til you could make your escape\nAnd when you finally got away from the people\nAnd the gossip and the judgement in their gaze\nYou let your guard down and something just gave\nAll of a sudden a tears falling til they're running down your face\nWhatever it was\nYou fought with your friend\nOr your boss or maybe you got a heart that won't mend\nOr you struggling with the rent, or missing someone you lost\nOr maybe you just tired of pretending\nYou feel the weight like a pain in your chest\nTil you strain and you ache and you break and you sob\nAnd grey til it stops til it fades til it's gone\nLike the tears sorta washed it all away\nSometimes I like to think it's the same with drops of rain\nThat each one's just a tear falling off of God's face\nSitting all alone in the clouds looking down on us all\nWatching every mistake that was ever made\nEvery bit of pain\nEvery murder\nEvery rape\nEvery person who's having a shitty day\nTaking it all in til he breaks down and cries\nTIl his eyes dry up and he gets on with it again\nAnd I had this very faith tested on an ordinary day\nI was walking down a busy street around my way\nI saw a face in the crowd that made my beart skip a beat\nA man who looked exactly like an older version of me\nSo I moved through the hustle and the bustle of the day to day\nUntil me and this man stood face to face\nWe locked eyes and for a moment time moved in slow motion\nAs the crowd around continued on their paper chase\nI stood frozen in disbelief\nAnd opened my mouth to speak\nBut to my surprised the words wouldn't come\nAnd then he looks into a clear blue sky up above\nAnd says \"It's gonna rain\" - and then it does\nAnd as the rain came down like missles from the sky\nSet on a collision course from the heavens to the ground\nHe's just standing in the middle of it all\nUnconcerned by the panic and the people runing around\nSo I stepped to this man with my hand outstretched\nJust to offer him some help to get the storm up of his head\nHe took my hand down and we stood geting drenched\nHe looked me in the eyes with a smile this is what he said:\nHush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nHush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nSo play this song on the days when the rain keeps on\nAnd you wait and you pray it'll stop\nAnd if you stuck in a storm\nThen spare a second for the thought\nThat we all at the mercy of the gods\nSo instead of looking for somewhere to place the blame\nJust accept it as a part of that big lazy eight\nGo outside and stand under the clouds\nAnd embrace it as the rain keeps plummeting down\nAnd say: Hush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nHush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nFrom the million dollar brands to the tags on the train\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nFrom the birth to the dirt man\nThe cradle to the grave\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nWhat's been and gone\nWill come again\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nSo hush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Rain (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live From The Listen Close Tour\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever had a day that you wanted to erase?\n  Tear the page out the history books and try again\n  But you knew that you couldn't\n  So you put on a brave face\n  And waited til you could make your escape\n  And when you finally got away from the people\n  And the gossip and the judgement in their gaze\n  You let your guard down and something just gave\n  All of a sudden a tears falling til they're running down your face\n  Whatever it was\n  You fought with your friend\n  Or your boss or maybe you got a heart that won't mend\n  Or you struggling with the rent, or missing someone you lost\n  Or maybe you just tired of pretending\n  You feel the weight like a pain in your chest\n  Til you strain and you ache and you break and you sob\n  And grey til it stops til it fades til it's gone\n  Like the tears sorta washed it all away\n  Sometimes I like to think it's the same with drops of rain\n  That each one's just a tear falling off of God's face\n  Sitting all alone in the clouds looking down on us all\n  Watching every mistake that was ever made\n  Every bit of pain\n  Every murder\n  Every rape\n  Every person who's having a shitty day\n  Taking it all in til he breaks down and cries\n  TIl his eyes dry up and he gets on with it again\n  And I had this very faith tested on an ordinary day\n  I was walking down a busy street around my way\n  I saw a face in the crowd that made my beart skip a beat\n  A man who looked exactly like an older version of me\n  So I moved through the hustle and the bustle of the day to day\n  Until me and this man stood face to face\n  We locked eyes and for a moment time moved in slow motion\n  As the crowd around continued on their paper chase\n  I stood frozen in disbelief\n  And opened my mouth to speak\n  But to my surprised the words wouldn't come\n  And then he looks into a clear blue sky up above\n  And says \"It's gonna rain\" - and then it does\n  And as the rain came down like missles from the sky\n  Set on a collision course from the heavens to the ground\n  He's just standing in the middle of it all\n  Unconcerned by the panic and the people runing around\n  So I stepped to this man with my hand outstretched\n  Just to offer him some help to get the storm up of his head\n  He took my hand down and we stood geting drenched\n  He looked me in the eyes with a smile this is what he said:\n  Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  So play this song on the days when the rain keeps on\n  And you wait and you pray it'll stop\n  And if you stuck in a storm\n  Then spare a second for the thought\n  That we all at the mercy of the gods\n  So instead of looking for somewhere to place the blame\n  Just accept it as a part of that big lazy eight\n  Go outside and stand under the clouds\n  And embrace it as the rain keeps plummeting down\n  And say: Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  From the million dollar brands to the tags on the train\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  From the birth to the dirt man\n  The cradle to the grave\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  What's been and gone\n  Will come again\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  So hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain.\n"},{"id":5026677,"name":"Inside Story (Live)","trackName":"Inside Story (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live From The Listen Close Tour","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like something just over the horizon\nWanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find?\nLook long and hard, look near and far\nAbove all things, remember always look inside\n\nListen in to these words from a citizen of Earth's surface\nLet's try and rewire the circuits, determine a purpose\nMeanwhile I'm striving for perfect, but homie perfect takes practice\nAnd I find in these days and times I'm always so damn distracted - they hit you like\nShop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy this, buy that\nLog in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back\nSo much to know, and so many things to own\nTV in your home and your mobile phone make sure that you're never really alone\nAnd it's pathetic like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented\nSo addicted to being connected we now getting updates by the second\nGot us all time wasting up on MySpace and Facebook, prime for the taking\nGot the whole world hooked getting high on information\nPost-generation Y babies, they call 'em the digital natives\nHide behind their monitors as technology kills imagination\nExcuse my cynicism, but a world where every kid's best friend is a computer\nIs a system failure headed for an apathetic future\nJust a few centuries back, they made maps of a flat world by candle light\nNow the whole world's at your fingertips, mapped down to your street by satellite\nSo advanced from where we started, it's all so complexified\nBrand names buy ad space in your mind but they'll never get what's inside\n\nI wasn't there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow 'em\nIn this world of machines we starving for oxygen\nWhere were you the day that humanity died?\nSearching for signs of life to reconnect with what's inside\n\nSomewhere there's a room full of men with suits looking up at rows of numbers\nTerrified by the red in their eyes as arrows point down from the pressure they're under\nThey're saying we might drown in our own greediness\nLiving beyond our means, chasing dreams that we learnt off MTV cribs\nLook at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo\nAnd I can't help but think to myself this can't be the way it was supposed to go\nOn the nightly news, floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves\nTemperature's rising, armies fighting, bombs go off and sirens blaze\nBut we just tryna get by and occupy our spot on the timeline\nSo we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence programmed for prime time\nSit back in our chairs for some living room voyeurism\nAs reality TV turns all of life into competition\nAirbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship\nGot us all so depressed that we can't live up to picture perfect\nSometimes I just wanna unplug and go back to basics\nAnd I wonder what my story might have been like somewhere else in history's pages\nBut here we stand, the sons and daughters of colonialism\nCrossed over water just to be making our homes on stolen land\nAnd me, I don't know the plan, I'm just here to play my part\nDo my thing, walk my path, talk my shit, make my mark\nI swear I wanna make a difference from the bottom of my heart\nBut I don't how to fix it man, I wouldn't know where to start\nSo advanced from where we started, images off the production line\nWe outa touch with what's inside","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Inside Story (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live From The Listen Close Tour\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's like something just over the horizon\n  Wanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find?\n  Look long and hard, look near and far\n  Above all things, remember always look inside\n\n  Listen in to these words from a citizen of Earth's surface\n  Let's try and rewire the circuits, determine a purpose\n  Meanwhile I'm striving for perfect, but homie perfect takes practice\n  And I find in these days and times I'm always so damn distracted - they hit you like\n  Shop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy this, buy that\n  Log in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back\n  So much to know, and so many things to own\n  TV in your home and your mobile phone make sure that you're never really alone\n  And it's pathetic like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented\n  So addicted to being connected we now getting updates by the second\n  Got us all time wasting up on MySpace and Facebook, prime for the taking\n  Got the whole world hooked getting high on information\n  Post-generation Y babies, they call 'em the digital natives\n  Hide behind their monitors as technology kills imagination\n  Excuse my cynicism, but a world where every kid's best friend is a computer\n  Is a system failure headed for an apathetic future\n  Just a few centuries back, they made maps of a flat world by candle light\n  Now the whole world's at your fingertips, mapped down to your street by satellite\n  So advanced from where we started, it's all so complexified\n  Brand names buy ad space in your mind but they'll never get what's inside\n\n  I wasn't there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow 'em\n  In this world of machines we starving for oxygen\n  Where were you the day that humanity died?\n  Searching for signs of life to reconnect with what's inside\n\n  Somewhere there's a room full of men with suits looking up at rows of numbers\n  Terrified by the red in their eyes as arrows point down from the pressure they're under\n  They're saying we might drown in our own greediness\n  Living beyond our means, chasing dreams that we learnt off MTV cribs\n  Look at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo\n  And I can't help but think to myself this can't be the way it was supposed to go\n  On the nightly news, floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves\n  Temperature's rising, armies fighting, bombs go off and sirens blaze\n  But we just tryna get by and occupy our spot on the timeline\n  So we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence programmed for prime time\n  Sit back in our chairs for some living room voyeurism\n  As reality TV turns all of life into competition\n  Airbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship\n  Got us all so depressed that we can't live up to picture perfect\n  Sometimes I just wanna unplug and go back to basics\n  And I wonder what my story might have been like somewhere else in history's pages\n  But here we stand, the sons and daughters of colonialism\n  Crossed over water just to be making our homes on stolen land\n  And me, I don't know the plan, I'm just here to play my part\n  Do my thing, walk my path, talk my shit, make my mark\n  I swear I wanna make a difference from the bottom of my heart\n  But I don't how to fix it man, I wouldn't know where to start\n  So advanced from where we started, images off the production line\n  We outa touch with what's inside\n"},{"id":5025714,"name":"Dead Star Shine (Live)","trackName":"Dead Star Shine (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars\nMy only guide through the cover of darkness\nLying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke\nWas when I found a brief moment of catharsis\nA path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed\nI hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow\nLive by the sword, but the pen's mightier\nI wonder if I'll die tryna live by that motto\nMy dad let me in on one of life's little secrets\nA thing's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness\nIn the very realisation of our achievements\nSelf-destruction on the path to completeness\nI be the son of two teachers who each told me\nWhen I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps\nSaid I should dream bigger cos they wished they coulda\nAnd that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get\nWell I'm sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up\nCos I'm starting to think maybe I am one\nI stand up in front of these people, class is in session\nPay attention, requesting they put their hands up\nI ask the questions but you have the answers\nYours is the voice that makes the anthem\nI know it seems like nothing's going to plan, but\nDo you really think that this is random?\n\nThere I am looking up at the night\nGetting lost in the stars\nSee how they burn so bright\nBut they seem so far\nSo many light years away they could die\nAnd you wouldn't know, still putting on a show\nI don't know if it's a beautiful sight\nMaybe my eye caught that dead star shine\nDead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nIn a minute you can get passed by\nYou can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nShine, shine, dead star shine\nIn a minute you can get passed by\n\nSo now I'm getting by with s little bit of kindness from strangers\nUnder skyscraper lights I wander aimless\nMaking arrangements, to wake your neighbours\nTryna keep a straight face when they tell me I'm famous\nNah, my head in a mess of mixed messages\nIn the same breath I'm your hero or your nemesis\nSoothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments\nThe object of your affections, even your therapist\nCos therapy is what this music is, a best friend to a moody kid\nGot me sitting on a black couch in a padded room\nSinging the blues in these tunes\nNo wonder I'm starting to think I'm fucking losing it\nSunday night revelations, misguided attempts at a medical meditation\nDunno if it's hell, nothing or heaven waiting\nIn the meantime I'mma have me a celebration\nI walked the city streets til my feet hurt from calluses\nReturned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis\nAt the end of the search was the catalyst\nTook it back to the lab for further analysis\nHeard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by\nMaybe my eye caught a flicker in the nights sky\nPrice of admission to the greatest heights\nAnd everybody got their own way to shine bright right?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dead Star Shine (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars\n  My only guide through the cover of darkness\n  Lying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke\n  Was when I found a brief moment of catharsis\n  A path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed\n  I hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow\n  Live by the sword, but the pen's mightier\n  I wonder if I'll die tryna live by that motto\n  My dad let me in on one of life's little secrets\n  A thing's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness\n  In the very realisation of our achievements\n  Self-destruction on the path to completeness\n  I be the son of two teachers who each told me\n  When I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps\n  Said I should dream bigger cos they wished they coulda\n  And that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get\n  Well I'm sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up\n  Cos I'm starting to think maybe I am one\n  I stand up in front of these people, class is in session\n  Pay attention, requesting they put their hands up\n  I ask the questions but you have the answers\n  Yours is the voice that makes the anthem\n  I know it seems like nothing's going to plan, but\n  Do you really think that this is random?\n\n  There I am looking up at the night\n  Getting lost in the stars\n  See how they burn so bright\n  But they seem so far\n  So many light years away they could die\n  And you wouldn't know, still putting on a show\n  I don't know if it's a beautiful sight\n  Maybe my eye caught that dead star shine\n  Dead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  In a minute you can get passed by\n  You can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  Shine, shine, dead star shine\n  In a minute you can get passed by\n\n  So now I'm getting by with s little bit of kindness from strangers\n  Under skyscraper lights I wander aimless\n  Making arrangements, to wake your neighbours\n  Tryna keep a straight face when they tell me I'm famous\n  Nah, my head in a mess of mixed messages\n  In the same breath I'm your hero or your nemesis\n  Soothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments\n  The object of your affections, even your therapist\n  Cos therapy is what this music is, a best friend to a moody kid\n  Got me sitting on a black couch in a padded room\n  Singing the blues in these tunes\n  No wonder I'm starting to think I'm fucking losing it\n  Sunday night revelations, misguided attempts at a medical meditation\n  Dunno if it's hell, nothing or heaven waiting\n  In the meantime I'mma have me a celebration\n  I walked the city streets til my feet hurt from calluses\n  Returned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis\n  At the end of the search was the catalyst\n  Took it back to the lab for further analysis\n  Heard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by\n  Maybe my eye caught a flicker in the nights sky\n  Price of admission to the greatest heights\n  And everybody got their own way to shine bright right?\n"},{"id":5026676,"name":"Inside Story (Live)","trackName":"Inside Story (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like something just over the horizon\nWanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find?\nLook long and hard, look near and far\nAbove all things, remember always look inside\n\nListen in to these words from a citizen of Earth's surface\nLet's try and rewire the circuits, determine a purpose\nMeanwhile I'm striving for perfect, but homie perfect takes practice\nAnd I find in these days and times I'm always so damn distracted - they hit you like\nShop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy this, buy that\nLog in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back\nSo much to know, and so many things to own\nTV in your home and your mobile phone make sure that you're never really alone\nAnd it's pathetic like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented\nSo addicted to being connected we now getting updates by the second\nGot us all time wasting up on MySpace and Facebook, prime for the taking\nGot the whole world hooked getting high on information\nPost-generation Y babies, they call 'em the digital natives\nHide behind their monitors as technology kills imagination\nExcuse my cynicism, but a world where every kid's best friend is a computer\nIs a system failure headed for an apathetic future\nJust a few centuries back, they made maps of a flat world by candle light\nNow the whole world's at your fingertips, mapped down to your street by satellite\nSo advanced from where we started, it's all so complexified\nBrand names buy ad space in your mind but they'll never get what's inside\n\nI wasn't there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow 'em\nIn this world of machines we starving for oxygen\nWhere were you the day that humanity died?\nSearching for signs of life to reconnect with what's inside\n\nSomewhere there's a room full of men with suits looking up at rows of numbers\nTerrified by the red in their eyes as arrows point down from the pressure they're under\nThey're saying we might drown in our own greediness\nLiving beyond our means, chasing dreams that we learnt off MTV cribs\nLook at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo\nAnd I can't help but think to myself this can't be the way it was supposed to go\nOn the nightly news, floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves\nTemperature's rising, armies fighting, bombs go off and sirens blaze\nBut we just tryna get by and occupy our spot on the timeline\nSo we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence programmed for prime time\nSit back in our chairs for some living room voyeurism\nAs reality TV turns all of life into competition\nAirbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship\nGot us all so depressed that we can't live up to picture perfect\nSometimes I just wanna unplug and go back to basics\nAnd I wonder what my story might have been like somewhere else in history's pages\nBut here we stand, the sons and daughters of colonialism\nCrossed over water just to be making our homes on stolen land\nAnd me, I don't know the plan, I'm just here to play my part\nDo my thing, walk my path, talk my shit, make my mark\nI swear I wanna make a difference from the bottom of my heart\nBut I don't how to fix it man, I wouldn't know where to start\nSo advanced from where we started, images off the production line\nWe outa touch with what's inside","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Inside Story (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's like something just over the horizon\n  Wanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find?\n  Look long and hard, look near and far\n  Above all things, remember always look inside\n\n  Listen in to these words from a citizen of Earth's surface\n  Let's try and rewire the circuits, determine a purpose\n  Meanwhile I'm striving for perfect, but homie perfect takes practice\n  And I find in these days and times I'm always so damn distracted - they hit you like\n  Shop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy this, buy that\n  Log in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back\n  So much to know, and so many things to own\n  TV in your home and your mobile phone make sure that you're never really alone\n  And it's pathetic like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented\n  So addicted to being connected we now getting updates by the second\n  Got us all time wasting up on MySpace and Facebook, prime for the taking\n  Got the whole world hooked getting high on information\n  Post-generation Y babies, they call 'em the digital natives\n  Hide behind their monitors as technology kills imagination\n  Excuse my cynicism, but a world where every kid's best friend is a computer\n  Is a system failure headed for an apathetic future\n  Just a few centuries back, they made maps of a flat world by candle light\n  Now the whole world's at your fingertips, mapped down to your street by satellite\n  So advanced from where we started, it's all so complexified\n  Brand names buy ad space in your mind but they'll never get what's inside\n\n  I wasn't there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow 'em\n  In this world of machines we starving for oxygen\n  Where were you the day that humanity died?\n  Searching for signs of life to reconnect with what's inside\n\n  Somewhere there's a room full of men with suits looking up at rows of numbers\n  Terrified by the red in their eyes as arrows point down from the pressure they're under\n  They're saying we might drown in our own greediness\n  Living beyond our means, chasing dreams that we learnt off MTV cribs\n  Look at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo\n  And I can't help but think to myself this can't be the way it was supposed to go\n  On the nightly news, floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves\n  Temperature's rising, armies fighting, bombs go off and sirens blaze\n  But we just tryna get by and occupy our spot on the timeline\n  So we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence programmed for prime time\n  Sit back in our chairs for some living room voyeurism\n  As reality TV turns all of life into competition\n  Airbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship\n  Got us all so depressed that we can't live up to picture perfect\n  Sometimes I just wanna unplug and go back to basics\n  And I wonder what my story might have been like somewhere else in history's pages\n  But here we stand, the sons and daughters of colonialism\n  Crossed over water just to be making our homes on stolen land\n  And me, I don't know the plan, I'm just here to play my part\n  Do my thing, walk my path, talk my shit, make my mark\n  I swear I wanna make a difference from the bottom of my heart\n  But I don't how to fix it man, I wouldn't know where to start\n  So advanced from where we started, images off the production line\n  We outa touch with what's inside\n"},{"id":5026523,"name":"Human Era (Live)","trackName":"Human Era (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low,\nThe tipping point of the to and the fro,\nThough the seed blossoms slow,\nIt is now as it was long ago,\nYou reap what you sow,\nAnd the wind still blows, the fire still burns,\nAnd the water still flows,\nBuried in the earth where the life still grows,\nThe heart still knows,\nAnd it tell you where to go,\nSo I crossed over mountains and sat above plains,\nCouldn't shake the feeling that I'm part of something strange,\nOff white glazed eyes under my shades,\nGotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate,\nWhether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me,\nOr the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see,\nLines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre,\nTo the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters,\n\nThe newest era of the human error,\nThe water still flows,\nThe wind still blows,\nThe life still grows,\nThe heart still knows and on and on it goes,\nWhile the world conspires we try to read the omens,\nSee the form take shape as power changes hands,\nIt's the human era made of fleeting moments,\nAs the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,\n\nSo we figure-eight just going through the motions,\nSnap shots coming in and out of focus,\nThe Mayans, Aztec's and the Romans,\nEach seized their moment to bear the onus,\nWhat's spanned across time a places,\nGet's left behind in faint traces,\nThroughout the ages,\nThe sands of time shift,\nAs we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing,\n\nThe rise and fall of all things big and small,\nWe sit poised in the middle of it all (repeat)\nWhile the world conspires we try to read the omens,\nSee the form take shape as power changes hands,\nIt's the human era made of fleeting moments,\nAs the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Human Era (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low,\n  The tipping point of the to and the fro,\n  Though the seed blossoms slow,\n  It is now as it was long ago,\n  You reap what you sow,\n  And the wind still blows, the fire still burns,\n  And the water still flows,\n  Buried in the earth where the life still grows,\n  The heart still knows,\n  And it tell you where to go,\n  So I crossed over mountains and sat above plains,\n  Couldn't shake the feeling that I'm part of something strange,\n  Off white glazed eyes under my shades,\n  Gotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate,\n  Whether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me,\n  Or the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see,\n  Lines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre,\n  To the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters,\n\n  The newest era of the human error,\n  The water still flows,\n  The wind still blows,\n  The life still grows,\n  The heart still knows and on and on it goes,\n  While the world conspires we try to read the omens,\n  See the form take shape as power changes hands,\n  It's the human era made of fleeting moments,\n  As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,\n\n  So we figure-eight just going through the motions,\n  Snap shots coming in and out of focus,\n  The Mayans, Aztec's and the Romans,\n  Each seized their moment to bear the onus,\n  What's spanned across time a places,\n  Get's left behind in faint traces,\n  Throughout the ages,\n  The sands of time shift,\n  As we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing,\n\n  The rise and fall of all things big and small,\n  We sit poised in the middle of it all (repeat)\n  While the world conspires we try to read the omens,\n  See the form take shape as power changes hands,\n  It's the human era made of fleeting moments,\n  As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,\n"},{"id":5028616,"name":"The Rain (Live)","trackName":"The Rain (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever had a day that you wanted to erase?\nTear the page out the history books and try again\nBut you knew that you couldn't\nSo you put on a brave face\nAnd waited til you could make your escape\nAnd when you finally got away from the people\nAnd the gossip and the judgement in their gaze\nYou let your guard down and something just gave\nAll of a sudden a tears falling til they're running down your face\nWhatever it was\nYou fought with your friend\nOr your boss or maybe you got a heart that won't mend\nOr you struggling with the rent, or missing someone you lost\nOr maybe you just tired of pretending\nYou feel the weight like a pain in your chest\nTil you strain and you ache and you break and you sob\nAnd grey til it stops til it fades til it's gone\nLike the tears sorta washed it all away\nSometimes I like to think it's the same with drops of rain\nThat each one's just a tear falling off of God's face\nSitting all alone in the clouds looking down on us all\nWatching every mistake that was ever made\nEvery bit of pain\nEvery murder\nEvery rape\nEvery person who's having a shitty day\nTaking it all in til he breaks down and cries\nTIl his eyes dry up and he gets on with it again\nAnd I had this very faith tested on an ordinary day\nI was walking down a busy street around my way\nI saw a face in the crowd that made my beart skip a beat\nA man who looked exactly like an older version of me\nSo I moved through the hustle and the bustle of the day to day\nUntil me and this man stood face to face\nWe locked eyes and for a moment time moved in slow motion\nAs the crowd around continued on their paper chase\nI stood frozen in disbelief\nAnd opened my mouth to speak\nBut to my surprised the words wouldn't come\nAnd then he looks into a clear blue sky up above\nAnd says \"It's gonna rain\" - and then it does\nAnd as the rain came down like missles from the sky\nSet on a collision course from the heavens to the ground\nHe's just standing in the middle of it all\nUnconcerned by the panic and the people runing around\nSo I stepped to this man with my hand outstretched\nJust to offer him some help to get the storm up of his head\nHe took my hand down and we stood geting drenched\nHe looked me in the eyes with a smile this is what he said:\nHush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nHush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nSo play this song on the days when the rain keeps on\nAnd you wait and you pray it'll stop\nAnd if you stuck in a storm\nThen spare a second for the thought\nThat we all at the mercy of the gods\nSo instead of looking for somewhere to place the blame\nJust accept it as a part of that big lazy eight\nGo outside and stand under the clouds\nAnd embrace it as the rain keeps plummeting down\nAnd say: Hush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nHush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nFrom the million dollar brands to the tags on the train\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nFrom the birth to the dirt man\nThe cradle to the grave\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nWhat's been and gone\nWill come again\nIt'll all wash away in the rain\nSo hush child\nFrom the joy to the pain\nIt'll all wash away in the rain.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Rain (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever had a day that you wanted to erase?\n  Tear the page out the history books and try again\n  But you knew that you couldn't\n  So you put on a brave face\n  And waited til you could make your escape\n  And when you finally got away from the people\n  And the gossip and the judgement in their gaze\n  You let your guard down and something just gave\n  All of a sudden a tears falling til they're running down your face\n  Whatever it was\n  You fought with your friend\n  Or your boss or maybe you got a heart that won't mend\n  Or you struggling with the rent, or missing someone you lost\n  Or maybe you just tired of pretending\n  You feel the weight like a pain in your chest\n  Til you strain and you ache and you break and you sob\n  And grey til it stops til it fades til it's gone\n  Like the tears sorta washed it all away\n  Sometimes I like to think it's the same with drops of rain\n  That each one's just a tear falling off of God's face\n  Sitting all alone in the clouds looking down on us all\n  Watching every mistake that was ever made\n  Every bit of pain\n  Every murder\n  Every rape\n  Every person who's having a shitty day\n  Taking it all in til he breaks down and cries\n  TIl his eyes dry up and he gets on with it again\n  And I had this very faith tested on an ordinary day\n  I was walking down a busy street around my way\n  I saw a face in the crowd that made my beart skip a beat\n  A man who looked exactly like an older version of me\n  So I moved through the hustle and the bustle of the day to day\n  Until me and this man stood face to face\n  We locked eyes and for a moment time moved in slow motion\n  As the crowd around continued on their paper chase\n  I stood frozen in disbelief\n  And opened my mouth to speak\n  But to my surprised the words wouldn't come\n  And then he looks into a clear blue sky up above\n  And says \"It's gonna rain\" - and then it does\n  And as the rain came down like missles from the sky\n  Set on a collision course from the heavens to the ground\n  He's just standing in the middle of it all\n  Unconcerned by the panic and the people runing around\n  So I stepped to this man with my hand outstretched\n  Just to offer him some help to get the storm up of his head\n  He took my hand down and we stood geting drenched\n  He looked me in the eyes with a smile this is what he said:\n  Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  So play this song on the days when the rain keeps on\n  And you wait and you pray it'll stop\n  And if you stuck in a storm\n  Then spare a second for the thought\n  That we all at the mercy of the gods\n  So instead of looking for somewhere to place the blame\n  Just accept it as a part of that big lazy eight\n  Go outside and stand under the clouds\n  And embrace it as the rain keeps plummeting down\n  And say: Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  Hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  From the million dollar brands to the tags on the train\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  From the birth to the dirt man\n  The cradle to the grave\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  What's been and gone\n  Will come again\n  It'll all wash away in the rain\n  So hush child\n  From the joy to the pain\n  It'll all wash away in the rain.\n"},{"id":5024756,"name":"All Summer Long (Live)","trackName":"All Summer Long (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Summer sun on my windowsill\nI sit and think and wonder\nYou know that I miss you still\nThough we were never lovers\nYou hear that girl? The rain's pouring\nSoundtrack to our forgotten story\nReminisce sometimes, seeing the world through love's eyes\nYour friend was my sunshine\nTill I realised you eclipsed her\nNever together, we wished it so but\nWhatever the weather, you kept me afloat\nMy first kiss landed right here\nShit, haven't thought about that in years\nNow it's all coming back so clear\nLying with the phone in the dark\nTalking shit just to hear you laugh\nWild horses are what you told me\nAnd I still think of your face\nEvery time it rains and I wonder\nIn a different time and place\nCould we find a way to one another\nI was cleaning out my room, found a note that you wrote me\nSaid \"I hope we can be together one day\" like a label mate\nBut some things don't stay the same\nAnd I saw you just the other day, we didn't have much to say\nBut when I touched your arm, you begun to spark\nFor a split second, it's like nothing's changed\nNow I'm not saying we would've worked but\nWho's to say if we put in work, and we\nCould'nt have made something real\nReminisce on the way that you made me feel\nAnd I just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful to me\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful to me\nSaid I just want you to know\nThat you were so beautiful to me\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nMy heart's like a metronome, it beats strong in my chest\nGiving me \"A New Hope\" like the Fourth Episode\nI guess we'll never know\nBut I just wanted to, I just wanted to\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat I never meant to let you go\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\nWhoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Summer Long (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Summer sun on my windowsill\n  I sit and think and wonder\n  You know that I miss you still\n  Though we were never lovers\n  You hear that girl? The rain's pouring\n  Soundtrack to our forgotten story\n  Reminisce sometimes, seeing the world through love's eyes\n  Your friend was my sunshine\n  Till I realised you eclipsed her\n  Never together, we wished it so but\n  Whatever the weather, you kept me afloat\n  My first kiss landed right here\n  Shit, haven't thought about that in years\n  Now it's all coming back so clear\n  Lying with the phone in the dark\n  Talking shit just to hear you laugh\n  Wild horses are what you told me\n  And I still think of your face\n  Every time it rains and I wonder\n  In a different time and place\n  Could we find a way to one another\n  I was cleaning out my room, found a note that you wrote me\n  Said \"I hope we can be together one day\" like a label mate\n  But some things don't stay the same\n  And I saw you just the other day, we didn't have much to say\n  But when I touched your arm, you begun to spark\n  For a split second, it's like nothing's changed\n  Now I'm not saying we would've worked but\n  Who's to say if we put in work, and we\n  Could'nt have made something real\n  Reminisce on the way that you made me feel\n  And I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful to me\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful to me\n  Said I just want you to know\n  That you were so beautiful to me\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  My heart's like a metronome, it beats strong in my chest\n  Giving me \"A New Hope\" like the Fourth Episode\n  I guess we'll never know\n  But I just wanted to, I just wanted to\n  I just wanted to let you know\n  That I never meant to let you go\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n  Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)\n"},{"id":5026859,"name":"King Amongst Many (Live)","trackName":"King Amongst Many (Live)","artistName":"Horrorshow","albumName":"Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Party people what I really want to know\nAre you feeling, are you feeling Horrorshow?\nStep inside the mind of he who's tryna be the next in line\nQuite riot inside of this fucking head of mine\nBut I ain't gonna let myself get left behind\nSo I'm scheming on the top spot plotting regicide\nWhile the pollies squabble like children in question time\nWhile their spies trade about Julia and Kevin like\nThey were Brittany and Federline, I'm getting mine\nFront to back and left to right throw up ya hands and get em high\nNow I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine\nOne Day Entertainment is the enterprise\nComing with the next supplyment\nCalm in a crisis, tryna make something timeless\nI mean really, What you expect?\nThis what you get when I'm left to my own devices\nSnatch a sucker outta class revoke his pen licence\nGetting tempted by my vices\nWatching leaders fall victim to pawns like Luther deading Cyrus\nCan you dig it like an innings?\nToo many in the party scene, too much Charlie Sheen\nGot em thinking that they're winning\nWe all held our breath while the world kept spinning\nToyed with the ending instead settled on a new beginning\n\nSinging heavy is the head of the king amongst many\nDon't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\nMoney on your mind, or hungry in your belly\nIf you want me well then come get me\n\nHeavy was the head forced to wear the crown\nYet to lessen the burden friends share it around\nHeavy was the head forced to wear the crown\nYet to lessen the burden friends share it around\n\nIn the midst of this hazy array of shady characters\nSlick talking managers, lazy amateurs\nWorking in parameters, I heard em say\nThat they're worth their weight but the verdict ain't unanimous\nMy third eye wonders as I ponder the\nDivide and conquer that seems to define the genre\nAt the end of the day it's plain what's at stake is your pride and honour\nAnd a person is only worth as much as their final offer\nAnd fella, I tell you what I put it down on the mic\nTo get my family fed, paid and housed for the night\nSo no, there ain't no doubt in my mind when I stake my claim\nFor my reign, I'll take the credit the same as I'll take the blame\nSome'll get the name twisted, maybe thinking I've changed\nMaybe thinking my gaze has shifted to the riches and fame\nThat if I say I'm king I must be power tripping again\nI'm thinking all city aliases dripping in paint\nSo I changed my name to Solo to remind myself\nThat in the end you can't rely on anybody for help\nCos nothing is guaranteed ain't nothing coming for free\nWhat the price'll be, well that's something only time'll tell\n\nSinging heavy is the head of the king amongst many\nDon't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\nMoney on your mind, or hungry in your belly\nIf you want me well then come get me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Amongst Many (Live)\n  artist: Horrorshow\n  album: Live from the Listen Close Tour (Live)\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Party people what I really want to know\n  Are you feeling, are you feeling Horrorshow?\n  Step inside the mind of he who's tryna be the next in line\n  Quite riot inside of this fucking head of mine\n  But I ain't gonna let myself get left behind\n  So I'm scheming on the top spot plotting regicide\n  While the pollies squabble like children in question time\n  While their spies trade about Julia and Kevin like\n  They were Brittany and Federline, I'm getting mine\n  Front to back and left to right throw up ya hands and get em high\n  Now I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine\n  One Day Entertainment is the enterprise\n  Coming with the next supplyment\n  Calm in a crisis, tryna make something timeless\n  I mean really, What you expect?\n  This what you get when I'm left to my own devices\n  Snatch a sucker outta class revoke his pen licence\n  Getting tempted by my vices\n  Watching leaders fall victim to pawns like Luther deading Cyrus\n  Can you dig it like an innings?\n  Too many in the party scene, too much Charlie Sheen\n  Got em thinking that they're winning\n  We all held our breath while the world kept spinning\n  Toyed with the ending instead settled on a new beginning\n\n  Singing heavy is the head of the king amongst many\n  Don't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\n  Money on your mind, or hungry in your belly\n  If you want me well then come get me\n\n  Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown\n  Yet to lessen the burden friends share it around\n  Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown\n  Yet to lessen the burden friends share it around\n\n  In the midst of this hazy array of shady characters\n  Slick talking managers, lazy amateurs\n  Working in parameters, I heard em say\n  That they're worth their weight but the verdict ain't unanimous\n  My third eye wonders as I ponder the\n  Divide and conquer that seems to define the genre\n  At the end of the day it's plain what's at stake is your pride and honour\n  And a person is only worth as much as their final offer\n  And fella, I tell you what I put it down on the mic\n  To get my family fed, paid and housed for the night\n  So no, there ain't no doubt in my mind when I stake my claim\n  For my reign, I'll take the credit the same as I'll take the blame\n  Some'll get the name twisted, maybe thinking I've changed\n  Maybe thinking my gaze has shifted to the riches and fame\n  That if I say I'm king I must be power tripping again\n  I'm thinking all city aliases dripping in paint\n  So I changed my name to Solo to remind myself\n  That in the end you can't rely on anybody for help\n  Cos nothing is guaranteed ain't nothing coming for free\n  What the price'll be, well that's something only time'll tell\n\n  Singing heavy is the head of the king amongst many\n  Don't try to take the reins with a hand that's unsteady\n  Money on your mind, or hungry in your belly\n  If you want me well then come get me\n"}]