Television [EP]

by Shackled Reality

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Recorded at the Tone Zone, Saco, ME

Cover art by Vincent Myrand

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released January 1, 2000

All songs written by Shackled Reality

Joe St. Pierre - guitar
Tom Guay - bass
Kris Milo - vocals
Greg Johnson - drums

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Track Name: Television
When life becomes truly alone
I believe we'll grow to what we're meant to be

How many things are unsaid now that we're dead, friend?
Will we utilize our minds and discard the selfish lie that we belong here?
That we belong here in this world, like a shit stain on the face of a beautiful girl

Something came into view the day I met this world, corrupting my infantile thoughts
Televised, commercialized, televised, commercialized
Sit back and just enjoy the ride

All of us have been subjected

Forget what you've seen, it's all in between the good life and the one that will last
Turn on, tune in, get lost within the box
Your mind is out of your control
Mind control

Your mind belongs to
Television is radiation, stimulation, drowning of our minds
contamination, a bitter burning of ourselves
Hollow shells

Turn on, tune in, get lost within the box
The media now has control breeding loaves of sour dough to inseminate this world
Our world

Our world belongs to
Television is radiation, stimulation, drowning of our minds
contamination, a bitter burning of ourselves
Hollow shells

A lasting impression that's building depression
A lasting impression destroying our kind
Turn on, tune in, get lost within the box
The media now has control
Track Name: Blackfoot
Blackfoot
All your words inspire no one
You've got no job, gonna save the world
Brotherman, you're full of what you smell like
Beautiful filth

You make excuses, refusing to be real
Spouting excerpts of inert propaganda

How long have you been out of touch?
With yourself and those all around you
I think it's time that you came down

Your bleeding heart smells of piss as you ride along
A vigilante in your Volkswagon slut bus
Your outlook on life is obscured by all the tripping and alcohol you've endured

I've seen through your eyes but you have mine
Feel free

When was the last time that you challenged yourself
When was the last time you listened to yourself
You make excuses, refusing to be real
You make excuses, refusing to follow through

I've seen through your eyes but you have mine
Feel free

Challenge authority, make them see what you see
Challenge authority, but make some sense, man
Hypocritical hippie in your new Mercedes
You're just a sell-out in need of a bath
Track Name: Everything's Nifty
Betwixt now and then, where did we begin?
Burden of beasts, sower of pain
Will we ever see the light again?

It's so long to walk, if my brain could talk
Servitude of multitudes, a thanks and a smile
The forgotten sight of our inner selves once prominent now diminished

The stories grow, my t.v.'s slow
Ahriman stole all my plans to be a better man
The stories grow, my t.v.'s slow, Ahriman

To replenish the vision of eternity all must be forsaken
All beings in communion, sight in a physical sense

But it's so long to walk, if my brain could talk

And I'm seeing a whole lot better now
Everything is clear, happy little world
And I'm feeling a whole lot deader now
Nothing left is real, happy little world

And I'm seeing a whole lot better, and I'm feeling a whole lot deader
Track Name: Global Ignorance
Terror has risen from mild discontent
A lack of respect spawns a chain of events
Unknowingly feeding the hate you despise
retorting with anger undermines your reply
Everywhere people are packed in like rats
No hope of removing ourselves from the race on this sinking ship that we call, Earth

Now it's the end of the world
The lack of compassion, a spreading infection, all hope is destroyed
Look what we've done to ourselves
The moronic corruption, the massive destruction of all things to come

All things we have wasted and thrown to the side were put there for purpose, we should have realized
that somewhere inside us is something unknown
We managed to destroy it before we had grown


Now it's the end of the world
The lack of compassion, a spreading infection, all hope is destroyed
Look what we've done to ourselves
The moronic corruption, the massive destruction of all things to come