Little Yellow Letters

by The Planes

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released March 4, 2012

Stephen Perry: Guitar & Vocals
Gavin Dunaway: Guitar
Daniel Kasshu: Bass
Jeff Patlingrao: Drums

Cover Design by Mandy Unruh

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The Planes Brooklyn, New York

In a big, dirty city full of trend-chasers and bandwagon-riders, The Planes stand up for the things that are, refreshingly, always cool and relevant and fun. Three-minute pop songs. Analog recording equipment. The unmistakable sound, and the visceral pleasures, of banging on a Fender guitar hooked up to a tube amp. ... more

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Track Name: A Life
I was read a diary,
By another version of me,
And he said, "Steve",
"I thought we were smarter than this."

Is society a hole?
Or just a symbol of my frustration?
How I waited here long enough to die,
A life more important than mine.

So take your adderall,
Try to be a good student,
Get the good grades,
There'll be a job for you someday.

I was given a memory,
By another version of me,
And he said, "please,"
"I thought we were better than this."

Is society a hole?
Or just a symbol of my frustration?
How I waited here long enough to die,
A life more important than mine.

So take your adderall,
Try to be a good student,
Get the good grades,
There'll be a job for you someday.

And they said, "hey"
"Wait."

I was given a diary,
By another version of me,
And he said, "please,"
"I thought we were better than this."
Track Name: Bushwick's on Fire
Oh, some Simon says,
You act like the waterbug,
Who eats the cat food,
Underneath the sink,
And on your free time,
You burn down the laundromat,
'Cause the clothes don't,
Fit us anymore,
And locked in your mind,
The debutant sighs,
Says, "hey that's some fine,"
"City living."

Do the mice yearn for peace?
Or do they wish to be a predator?
Squeaking up to eat you,
As you sleep,
Nom, nom, nom,
A rodent Rodin?
A bloody sculpture,
Better check the seams,
Locked in your mind,
The debutant sighs,
Says, "hey that's some fine,"
"City living."

And you've got a lot to say,
So step right up to the microphone, microphone,
And you drink the problem away,
But looking at you, it's here to stay.

And you say you know,
Baby is tired,
Cars are for hire,
And Bushwick's on fire,
You know in our life,
We're living with liars,
Until we expire,
And Bushwick's on fire.

I've had a very long day,
I've had enough of my attitude, attitude,
You think the problem's at bay,
Please realize we are here to stay.

You say you know,
Baby is tired,
Cars are for hire,
And Bushwick's on fire,
You know in our life,
We're living with liars,
Until we expire,
And Bushwick's on fire.
Track Name: Fire Me
Everything,
Seems impossible,
Clenching fists,
That once were helping hands.

All the pages, silent rages,
Folding into me.

We walked out,
On the precipice,
We did count,
Every last pillar of salt.

All the pages, silent rages
Folding into me,
Please save this.

Fire me,
Like I want you to,
'Cause I'm so weak,
I'm torn apart by gravity,
Fire me,
Like I would for you,
'Cause I'm so weak,
I'm torn apart by gravity.

I'm so tired,
Of this broken heart,
Pumping blood,
That I bought at second hand.


All the pages, silent rages
Folding into me,
Please save this.

Fire me,
Like I want you to,
'Cause I'm so weak,
I'm torn apart by gravity,
Fire me,
Like I would for you,
'Cause I'm so weak,
I'm torn apart by gravity.
Track Name: Get in the Riot
We're quicker than a dime store line,
We're looser than a treasure trove of pocket change,
Surrender to the midnight arms,
Wait for the morning sun, push me awake,
Hearts were made to break,
You know, I always fall in love when you play.

Sell me everything and hope I buy it,
It's a bitter life, why don't you try it?
Hey, c'mon kid....

Get in the riot.

We're quicker than a G train sprint,
We're looser than a treasure trove of pocket change,
Surrender to the midnight arms,
Wait for the morning sun, push me awake,
Hearts were made to break,
You know, I always fall in love when you play.
So play!

Sell me everything and hope I buy it,
It's a bitter life, why don't you try it?
Hey, c'mon kid....

Get in the fuckin' riot.
Track Name: Make It Worse
A simple life,
What did you find here?
A murder scene,
The motive clear,
A midnight crime,
A morning wake,
You throw your hand,
I march away.

The witnesses,
All dressed in black,
The memories,
Come surging back,
The defense tires,
And rests it's case,
You show your palms,
I march away.

You're born to care,
I'm made to hurt,
You try to help,
You make it worse.

You're born to care,
I'm made to hurt,
You try to help,
You make it worse.

And so you know,
I loved you first,
You try to help,
You make it worse.

And so you know,
I were my first,
You try to help,
You make it worse.
Track Name: Lidocaine
It took a thousand years,
To find this in the dark,
At once the blowtorch burns,
And illuminates where we are,
Eyes full of lidocaine,
Numb colors into grays,
I scratched your initials in,
And I folded over the clay.

Song of king,
Song of queen,
Song of tinfoil royalty,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
Song of lust,
Song of spring,
Song is nothing, if not to sing,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.

Bang the calliope,
The three songs that you know,
Slip down a hundred streets,
Searching pots of gold,
Find it there in your teeth,
Speaking,
Tales untold.

Song of king,
Song of queen,
Song of tinfoil royalty,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
Song of lust,
Song of spring,
Song is nothing, if not to sing,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.

Song of hearts,
Song of spades,
Song of good men, wasting away,
Oh lord, hold the accolades,
Song of lust,
Song of spring,
Sung for no reason, but to sing!
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.

To me.