1. |
Heartland
04:22
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Verse
Saturday night and Suzanna is out to feel the light
The warmth of closing time
Clank of glass, cigarette ash
She looks at me from across the room
Her spirit dances to the empty
Seat with the promise of
A getaway, out of this place
Pre Chorus
On TV, it’s happening again
Another gang of innocents
Gunned down in a country that can’t make sense
And yet nothing will change
Well Susanna what can you do?
Let’s take a ride and blow this hellhole
Verse 2
Feel the wind caress your skin
As the sorrowful screams are swept away
To the tune of Taylor’s growing empire
And speeding fords on the crumbling freeways
The weary world in the rearview mirror
Fades away
As we ride on through the remnants of
The American Dream with bullets and gasoline
Pre chorus
We’re never getting out of this place
As long as we stay the same
Suzana maybe it’s time to stop
Ignoring the grief and pain
Chorus
So keep on waving your battered flags
Shout until your voices are heard
Tonight we’re going to make a stand
Tonight we’re taking our country back
Verse 3
Tired of trying to live in the past
Tired of keeping my head in the sand
I’m ready to fight for a better place
Ready to stop hiding my face
Tires squeal as we turn the car around
And we join all our friends in singing
Chorus 2
keep on waving your battered flags
Shout until your voices are heard
Tonight we’re going to make a stand
Tonight we’re taking our country back
Blood running through the heartland
Blood running through the heartland
Blood running through the heartland
Blood running through
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2. |
An American Trilogy I
02:57
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I love this flag o’mine
I love the stars that beat me down
I love the crumbling roads
And I love the meds that give me life
I can go anywhere
As long as I don’t intrude
I can be anything
As long as I can pay my dues
The spaces are smaller
the air’s getting thinner
These pills don’t have the same / kick so I
Leave it to beaver
Sleep until dinner
My hand is on my heart and I give / thanks to the lord
My air conditioned room
Keeps me safely entombed
From the world outside
But this country still belongs to me
The spaces are small
but the air’s getting thinner
These pills don’t have the same kick so I
Leave it to beaver
Sleep until dinner
My hand is on my heart and I give thanks to the lord
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3. |
Ghosts and Bones
03:32
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Oh I need a way out of this cage
To a place where my soul can feel the rays
(of the sun) I couldn't see
(hear no one) sightless serene
(the damage done) looks like I fell for it again
Oh that's me trapped inside a box
Nameless neighbors swimming toward the rocks
(pass me by) black holes in my eyes
(starless skies) smiles and lies
(don't ask why) looks like I fell for it again
The crowd will light your way
Don't think too much you'll be OK
(don't ask me) I'll never tell
(look away) virtual hell
(disappear) looks like I fell for it again
You won't find me here
And I don't know if I'll reappear
And if you see me passing through
You'll know that my soul is still wrapped around you
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4. |
Outliers
03:57
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We fuel our cars with broken promises
And unobtainable dreams
The rusty rattle of broken metal
Is the serenade of these streets
As the world keeps turning
We slip into the void
And throw ourselves at the door
I’m carving my name in the margin of error
I’m defying the odds that stain the mirror
If you grab onto my hand
I’m gonna hold on as tight as I can
And til they know who we are
We’ll always be outliers
The innocents and renegades
Are the ones left holding the bag
While the billionaires who started the fire
Treat the earth like a dirty rag
As the world keeps turning
We slip into the void
And throw ourselves at the door
I’m carving my name in the margin of error
I’m defying the odds that stain the mirror
If you grab onto my hand
I’m gonna hold on as tight as I can
And til they know who we are
We’ll always be outliers
Sometimes I cannot help but feel it’s not enough
But I will never let them stop me
Let's show the world what we’re made of
As the world keeps turning
We slip into the void
And throw ourselves at the door
I’m carving my name in the margin of error
I’m defying the odds that stain the mirror
If you grab onto my hand
I’m gonna hold on as tight as I can
And til they know who we are
We’ll always be outliers
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5. |
An American Trilogy II
04:43
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6. |
Interface
04:28
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Well our wires have been crossed again
Magic sparks of love explode in my head
As my signal to the outside world fades
Our passion erupts in a burning photograph
A memory saved a memory locked away
I need to interface
I need to feel your face
Give me something that’s real
And something to hold on to
I need to interface
I need to feel your face
And though the window outside
I can barely look through
There’s nobody else who connects like we do
Many years come and go unsaid
I can’t even hear the thoughts in my head
But your beauty on the screen completes me
There’s nothing real, except that photograph
Of a time gone by turned into a virtual life
I need to interface
I need to feel your face
Give me something that’s real
And something to hold on to
I need to interface
I need to feel your face
And though the window outside
I can barely look through
There’s nobody else who connects like we do
I need to interface
I need to feel your face
Give me something that’s real
And something to hold on to
I need to interface
I need to feel your face
And though the window outside
I can barely look through
There’s nobody else who connects like we do
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7. |
A Picture of You
03:52
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Who am I to say?
As you walk away
What we have become
Is an ocean away
What am I to do?
As you look right through
That face of mine
That you pay no mind
I don’t need your love
I don’t need your tears
I don’t need your touch
I don’t need your wasted years
I don’t have a care for whatever you do
All that I need is a picture of you
Where am I to go?
As your flame burns low
Maybe I can learn to be a better friend to you
But for now I sing to make it better
Hard times have never felt easier
Reach out and touch the air where I’m no longer there
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8. |
Trouble in Heartland
09:29
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Thursday night the ramparts out
The world watching with anxiety
Tired of being pushed around
Angels march to claim back their wings
Cops try to intimidate
But this time we won’t give in to their hate
We fight for a better place
We stand for a country worth living in
The choices that you make
Your children will one day pull apart
Did you live up to your task
Did you hide your head in the sand
If you ignore it then you’re part of it
Rain falls of tear gas and rubber bullets
You’re gonna need more if you want to stop us now
Cameramen let the film roll
Newscasters waiting for the bombs to blow
The tension leads the heart astray
The wolf picks up the scent of prey
Shots heard but no-one sees
Cops eye the peaceful army
Waves crash against the sea
Sparks fly and ramparts broken
Miles of misery
Pipe bombs burn gasoline
The heart of America bleeding
And that’s why we all sing
If you’re ignorant then you’re part of it
The ambulances pull away
The wolves are exiting the scene
Susannah stares down at the bloodshed
And the spectators silently walk away
And there’s nothing left to report here
Just a story to use for their own gain
And the cause don’t matter anymore
And the only trophy is their pain
And its hard to be ok
When the world is kicking you down again
And the angels march another day
Plastic cops in disarray
The newsmen try to look away
But they all hear the final call
We won’t be silenced
We won’t be kicked around
Keep on waving your battered flags
Shout until your voices are heart
Tonight we’re gonna make a stand
Tonight we’re taking our country back
Blood running through the heartland
Blood running through we’re pulling for the win
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9. |
An American Trilogy III
03:02
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Sweat drips on the ground
Blood runs down my face
Never did I ask to be taken to this place
Working in the fields
Chiseling my bones
I won’t let the iron pierce into my soul
And I feel so far from home
And I want to walk away
This is all I know
The land of the free
Living tucked away
Underneath your trash
Hiding in plain view
While strangers hurry past
They say I don’t belong
They bleed me til I’m dry
And when I’m at my weakest
They leave me to die
And I feel so far from home
And I want to walk away
This is all I know
This land is not free
So I’m making my way home to you
Making my way home to you
I’ve worked myself to death
Just to live that dream
Now I'm making my way home to you
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From Denver Colorado, Animal Soup plays a special blend of progressive rock and pop. They draw from many different influences to create a diverse style of music.
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