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Liars
Liars


Background information
Origin Brooklyn, New York, USA
Genre(s) Experimental Rock
Dance-punk
Post-punk Revival
Noise Rock
Art punk
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Mute Records
Gern Blandsten Records
Website Website
Members
Angus Andrew
Aaron Hemphill
Julian Gross
Former members
Pat Noecker
Ron Albertson



Liars Album


They Threw Us All In A Trench And Stuck A Monument On Top (10/30/2001)
10/30/2001
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Why Midnight Walked But Didn't Ring Her Bell
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Everybody in his or her own life needs a hobby,
Fills the voids that working late create
Everybody in his or her own life needs a hobby,
Fills the voids that working late create

We can win
We can win
We can win
We can win
Can you hear us?
Can you hear us?
Can you hear us?
Can you hear us?
We've got our fingers on the pulse of America
We cross our hair in the town of America
Come in search for

Not too political enough to discover
Wake up
Wake up
You're a person on fire!
Not too political enough to discover
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
You're a person on fire!
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
You're a person on fire!

At the paths we cross is the curse you speak
It all starts with a gunshot blowing up the streets
From the paths we cross is the curse you speak
It all starts with a gunshot blowing up the streets

Can you hear us? Not too political enough to discover
Can you hear us? Not too political enough to discover

Wake up
You're a person on fire
You're a person on fire
We've got our finger on the pulse of America (x2)

. . .


Do the twist, twist for ice cream
Come on, dance, misdirection
You can take new nicks for blue jeans
But it's three if you're dead

We are trapped, make it violent
The most bright, I'm assuming
Love the smell of your breath
(Back)
Sci-fi
Half-time
Mr., you're on fire, Mr.
(No sir, I'm okay)

By the seaside, near the seashore
That's where I got lost

We are trapped, make it violent
The most bright, I'm assuming
Love the smell of your breath
(Back)
Sci-fi
Half-time
Mr., you're on fire, Mr.
(No sir, I'm okay)

. . .


Last night you and I we gathered berries with a flashlight
Wide-eyed journeyed into scriptures giving me the insight
All of the persons to be breeded never had a skateboard or even a red light
We are needles in the karma greedy with the insight
Now we're hiding in your bedroom listening for dark spots
(really really loud)

little little crippled devil everybody makes of of him when he's in the stop light
Kool-aid you can stop pretending accidental washing always play your face to the right
fast tricks tripping down a kayak sequence into the fast night,
one more time,
you are poor

. . .


Well, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like
The hallway ceiling
It's just four feet wide
With a plastic mountain
Or that looks like...

They cut me up, they cut me up, they cut me up, they cut me up, they cut me up
At the medical school
They cut me up, they cut me up, they cut me up, they cut me up, they cut me up
At the medical school

I couldn't tell you that number
Or what his face looked like
He was a raving customer
What he might like
What he might like, like, like, like

They put me in, they put me in, they put me in, they put me in, they put me into
the seamless mixer
They put me in, they put me in, they put me in, they put me in, they put me into
the seamless mixer

. . .


You push a lot (x2)
You undid the wallpaper, made it so undressed
(in your head)

No attention (bad) (x4)
I'd rather be lost than found

I'll stick to reason, for chasing monsters
She's the mother of the ox and the devil
She's wonderful (just like you)

Id rather be lost than found
Rather be heard than right
Rather be sick than dead
Rather be loved than not loved (again)

Leave your work at home put down your briefcase (x4)

Rather be cold than cruel
Rather be wrong than good
Rather be criss than cross
Rather loved than not loved (again)

Id rather be lost than found
Rather be heard than right
Rather be sick than dead
Rather be loved than not loved (again)

(should leave your work at home, put down your briefcase)

. . .


Art formed in the shopper's eye
I heard by the clearest ear
In both here and now

Let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start up the test
Let's play it right
Let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start up the test
Let's play it right

In house from the whistling wind
Inside with the vacuum pyre
The outside is dead
It's dead
Dead
It's dead

Let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start up the test
Let's play it right
Let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start, let's start up the test
Let's play it right

. . .


Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms (x10)
I'll invite truth of lust and hair
The teachings never turned out right
Crash land down on a mission (now)
the teachings never turned out right
I will give you my eye
The teachings never turned out right

Well we, we come, down from...

Men from the boys, boys from the men (x4)

Out of the factory
Out on a hospital bed
The city needs my friend
The city loves you

. . .

Why Midnight Walked But Didn't Ring Her Bell

[No lyrics]

. . .


These are the eyes you dug out yourself
We're the ones that can't sleep at night

These are the eyes you dug out yourself
These are the eyes you dug out yourself
We're the ones that can't sleep at night

These are the eyes you dug out yourself
We're the ones that can't sleep at night
These are the eyes you dug out yourself
These are the eyes you dug out yourself
We're the ones that can't sleep at night

Manchild's frozen tears
Manchild's frozen tears

Manchild's frozen tears
Manchild's frozen tears

Just staring at, just staring at, just staring at...
Jane come home!

These are the days that must happen to you
These are the nights that you must live through

These are the days that must happen to you
These are the nights that you must live through
These are the days...
(These are the days)

Manchild's frozen tears
Manchild's frozen tears
Just staring at, just staring at, just staring at...
Jane come home!

These are the eyes you dug out yourself
We're the ones that can't

. . .


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