"Mute" genre: Experimental/Post Rock
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	CD: In Vestigial Tongues   Label: Dolichocephalic Records
	Lyrics Yum yum gonna get me some But never with love Sex without love equals ergonomical sales I'm a viable statistic And the parched grass yellows Breathing in reverse upon manufactured sod I'm a plyable, linguistic Charming, simplistic Company man because chicks won't dig me Without infinte profit margins So I'll trade my small-town sensibility For a petrie dish-bred college dream And it's felt in the wind And it's felt in the sky Do not ressusitate me If it means a dilluted life And it's felt in the wind And it's felt in the sky They're so obliviously Chained to goodbyes And it's felt in the wind And it's felt in the sky And it's felt in every waking hour by a dying man's side And it's felt in the wind And it's felt in the sky To know what it is to be alive Mr Mayor Metamucil STOP PUSSYFOOTING Petrochemical men Shade without trees Gee I really love arsenic Detrimental to my water's drinkability Where are all the skate parks and certified teachers in school and, and arcade-game boardwalks and musical venues BASICALLY THERE'S NOTHING TO DO I think I'll spend my tax money on drugs So when your campaign reads: INSUFFICIENT FUNDS You'll know the reason why: The arsenic in my water supply When I was subservient My lips were sewn with twine Now it's red tape that my voice is muted by

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