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Strike Nine

from Less Angeles by Alive At 27

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Helicopters cutting the moonbeams over my head
And a seven-forty-seven jet
Is an uninvited cameo
The choppers chopping the sound waves out of my skull
That was the last time that you'll pull the wool
Summer morning seas are at a lull

Shut that song off
It's got too much nostalgia
I've gotta get that goddamn ringing out my head
Go back to bed

Nine little white lies slip through those pearly white new crowns
And the story's never slowing down
With your pocket book of bail-me-outs
Playing favorites with the perverse desire to screw
The ones who tolerated you

Shut that song off
It's got too much nostalgia
I've gotta get that goddamn ringing out my head
Go back to bed
Go back to bed

The illusion of the new tropic city was born
In a land too far from Capricorn
Like the hotel tycoon you lie too
You're a put-on feeling of warmth with a chilly core
Jogging 'round the bay on a winter's eve
You're to pick and choose with whom you play

Shut that song off
It's got too much nostalgia
I've gotta get that Goddamn ringing out my head
I've gotta get that Goddamn ringing out my head
Go back to bed

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from Less Angeles, released November 16, 2011

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Alive At 27 Los Angeles, California

Dane's wavering voice will please and disturb you, Dreux's militaristic battery will trick and treat you, Pat's ghostly leads will lead and mislead you, and Matt's strutting bass-lines will cruise and lose you.

R.I.P. to our FEARLESS leader and brother, Dane Rippee.

Keep Dane's music ALIVE!
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