Metallic silver-on-black digipak edition designed, hand-stamped by Bryk himself. Includes an 8-page full colour lithographed booklet AND an instant download of 13 track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, Apple Lossless, and even tweakier formats. The download adds an 18-page PDF lyrics booklet featuring detail of incredible Jill Eberle canvas and drawing of artist by Terry Laban. Hammer not included.
Discs are Taiyo Yuden premium silver CD-Rs burned at 4X on a new Pioneer burner purchased specifically for this pressing. Hand-stamped artwork on the disc.
Happy to sign these with silver sharpie upon request. Just ask in the message.
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"but uh-oh those summer nights... tell me more, tell me more"
lyrics
somewhere down on peter street
the boys in suits want more
of the whore of babylon
than the hooters girl next door
dj spinning algorythms
cut into vinyl ring ing ings
meanwhile in someone's basement
the constantines are playing
while the kids sip their diet cokes
and the journalists are greying
i'd have to lean in close
to hear the words he's singing
city that works
city that sleeps in
till the crack of noon
on a saturday
(city of ecstasy)
city of blurbs
city where what they write
is what you do
is what they say
in the back of the legion hall
the goofs are playing faster
turning up after every song
until their heads are iced with plaster
the soundtrack of subjugation
to our friendly foreign masters
downstairs in the vampire bar
the laptop kids are mashing
some ungodly medley
of morbidox and eria fachin
if i didn't think they'd love it
i'd give them twenty lashings
city that purrs
city that prowls the streets all night
then sleeps the days away
(city of apathy)
party at kurt's
everyone who's anyone will be there
to drink the night away
or they won't be anyone
city of jerks
city that eats its young
with impunity
(city of sympathy)
city that doesn't give a fuck
city that lurks
city that waits for someone
somewhere else
to do it first
to prove it'll make a buck
downwind on cherry beach
ron sexsmith sits and mopes
mining for platinum
amongst a million romantic tropes
the tough kid asks are you buying?
and jocelyn says "nope"
city of words
city of numbers
filling empty pages
like poetry
(city of gravity)
city that hurts
just say you love me and i'll
head home
like all the never-weres
city of atrophy
i miss you
next to me
yeah
city of empathy
i miss you next to me
credits
from Pop Psychology,
released June 9, 2009
simon phillips: drums
tim carless: guitar
snüzz: guitar
joe hall: guitar