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Sleep Like A Noble

by The Planes

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1.
Now Hiring 03:28
If you offered the job, yeah I think I’d take it, How else is the change supposed to start? And I don’t even care where the money comes from, I promise the bullet comes straight from the heart. We got a moral conundrum here, Is there a right way out, I fear there’s not. Cause I don’t know if we will make it, So how the hell am I supposed to feel? Cause it don’t even matter if you cut the head off, We still got the rotting fruit in the field. Is it too late to bring a plow Push that darkness out somehow, And heal. I know exactly why you called me, You think it’s time we kill the whale, But I know lighting fires will only fail, And put more wind in their sails.
2.
Hate Army 03:23
I don’t know your name, I don’t know where you are, Until you show yourself in the streets, And this snowflake tears you apart. Hate army, come for me, Come for me now, I want to see your burning torches, Illuminate your frowns. It’s just a joke, where’s your sense of humor? It doesn’t mean a thing. But we know there’s missiles in the dog whistles, And you’re ready to let them sing. Trying to change your mind, Wouldn’t do any good, So we’re gonna make you understand, Why your fathers wore the hood. Hate Army, come for me, Come for me now, I want to see the burning crosses, Your lame excuse for a crow., I want to hear you whine for hours, How being white is hard, You got a right to your blood and soil, Within the prison yard. It doesn’t come from the top down, It rises up from the street, The end result of fragile masculinity. Hate army, come for me, Come for me now, I want to see your burning torches, Illuminate your frowns. It’s just a joke, where’s your sense of humor? It doesn’t mean a thing. But we know there’s missiles in the dog whistles, And you’re ready to let them sing.
3.
Hey kid, don’t you know it’s your fault, We wasted the spoils, and sharpened the tools, For a monochrome generation of entitled fools. Now we’ve borrowed all that we can, And we pin the interest right on you, And the old guard gets so upset when you don’t, Want to play by their rules. Cry if they want you, Cry if they don’t, Cry if the market falls, Cry if it won’t, It’s the burden of expectations, Plus the pointlessness of heart, While the boat that you’re captaining, Is stuck in the locks, While they burn down the docks, That you know. And they wave it right in your face, The document they swear you’ve signed. But you know it’s not your signature, Scrawled on the line. So Fight if they want you, Fight if they don’t, Fight if the market falls, Fight if it won’t, It’s a tough realization, That the lights won’t come on, And the long road you’re traveling, Winds out of the park, While you grasp in the dark, For a home.
4.
You realize, you work all day, Your aura, it dissipates, Your doctor and the rising rates, The heavens, precipitate. And you don’t give a damn if you’re caught in the rain, Wash the dirt away, All in all, at the end of the day, The prophets speak of change. Your patience evaporates, Your paycheck, the stagnant wage, But the fear yeah, it turns to strength, You punch way above your weight. And you don’t give a damn what the papers say He swears he knows his name All in all, at the end of the day, The prophets speak of change. And you don’t want to see the whole world in flames, But something needs to break Won’t be pushed anymore, anyway, The end begins today. You don’t give a damn if you’re caught in the rain Wash the dirt away All in all at the end of the day, it’s you who knows your name.
5.
County Line 02:50
Back in town, slipping through, Uninspired, is nothing new? I sent a letter, did it get to you? Track me down, I’ll slip away, Or tie me up to your front gate, I got no place to be anyway, today. You are always on my mind, Until I cross the county line, If you need something you should say it. When I feel you getting near, All the walls just disappear, Made a promise that we hated, And now it’s time to break it. All the times I wish I could say, Something is different, something changed, But in truth, it’s going nowhere. You are tired of guessing wrong I know it’s taking way too long And when I’m ready, you will have moved on, You’ll be gone. You are always on my mind, Until I cross the county line, If you need something you should say it. When I feel you getting near, All the walls just disappear, Made a promise that we hated, And now it’s time to break it.
6.
I don’t care and I don’t mind, Not every little thing is gonna last forever. I’ll stay with her to fight this fire, Same sweet spark and we catch it every time. We are here, We are bound together again, Waste paper moon, the city is vile, But we are cleaner than everything. Summer thrill, summer wine, Summer kill, summer crime, You were right, now it’s on, And we run from ourselves, ‘Cause the summer won’t take long. I don’t care and I don’t mind, Not every little thing needs to take forever, She stays with me to fight this crime, Same sweet trap and we catch ‘em every time. You are here, We awake together again Morning sun, the sky is violet And we are greener than all of the trees Summer thrill, summer wine, Summer fall, summer climb, You were right, now it’s on, And we run from ourselves, ‘Cause the summer won’t take long. The summer won’t take long, The summer won’t take long, The summer won’t take long. I don’t care and I don’t mind, Not every little thing needs to take forever, I’ll stay with her to fight this fire, Same sweet spark and it catches every time. You are here, We are hounds together again, Barking moon, the city’s wild, And we are brighter than everything. Summer thrill, summer wine, Summer kill, summer crime, You were right, now it’s on, And we run from ourselves, ‘Cause the summer won’t take long. The summer won’t take long, The summer won’t take long, The summer won’t take long.
7.
I was working it out, But I could not remember, How I got so ahead of myself, When I slammed your hand in the cab door. You were telling me off, I didn’t mean to hurt you, But I was in a rush to get out, An escape, but not an excuse, no. Sleep like a noble, Adorned in your fortune, Wait for the noon sun, To pry your eyes open. There’s a plot we can never know, And it haunts me sweetly, But given the chance I’d, Forget it completely. ‘Cause there are scars on my arms, Scars on your legs, Scars on both our backs Everyone’s got scars these days. Tear up the moleskin, Walk to the window, Breathe, Don’t let me go. I could bar the door shut, But I want to remember, Why we’d get so fucked up, And escape, an excuse, Or something more?
8.
Spike 04:08
I got news and it’s breaking now, The old charade is coming down, I’m not sure if I’ll be allowed to leave. Saving money when your voice is spent, Don’t you know the air is for rent, It’s a privilege you can afford to scream. 'Cause it's bought and it's sold, So the story goes... Lick your wounds and blame it on the other, Make a toast while they spike the water, That you drink, when you blink. Principles are shedded like a snake’s skin It’s not my fault and not my problem, Not me, I see what I want to see. Tow the line and turn the cable on, Was this sitting here all along? Just waiting for the chorus to start the song? Wave the flag and sound the alarm, Hold me down and break my arm, For saying we should drop bread instead of bombs. Cause it’s bought and sold, So the story goes... Lick your wounds and blame it on the other, Make a toast while they spike the water, That you drink, when you blink. Principles are shedded like a snake’s skin It’s not my fault and not my problem, Not me, I see what I want to see. Lick your wounds and blame it on the other, Like a post while they spike the water, That you drink, What do you think? Principles are shedded like a snake’s skin It’s not my fault and not my problem, Not me, I see what I want to see.
9.
Hey, you’re here, don’t want to play the game, You surrender in the opening frame, White flag and your hands are tied, Pinch yourself are you still alive. Everyone wants to block out your sun, And you know there’s no escape, even if you turn and run, Is it just dumb luck or a matter of time Till you evaporate leaving nothing behind. Hey, you’re here, wrong place, wrong time, No reason to be shy, Look at the camera and catch my eye, Collect yourself and say goodbye. Everyone wants to block out your sun, And you know there’s no escape, even if you turn and run, Is it just dumb luck or a matter of time Till you evaporate leaving nothing behind. I’m in the safety room, I got the joystick in my hand. This is just a tool I use, To pacify these savage lands. Oh, those birds are singing strange, Their nests are miles away, They swarm in the bright blue sky, They prowl in the dead of night. Everyone wants to block out your sun, And you know there’s no escape, even if you turn and run, Is it just dumb luck or a matter of time Till you evaporate leaving nothing behind. And it’s carried out in my name, And it’s carried out on my dime.
10.
Border Wall 02:57
You could hide behind the clouds, If I could move the world around, It’s the way you choose your words, And the way you fold your gown. We’re at the border wall again... And we could march it two abreast, Under fire on the Somme, It’s the way you brush it off, And the way you put me on. We’re on the border wall again, But which way do we run? ‘Cause I never know if it’s safer to stay, Stock up the bunker and shelter in place, Or wait till it’s night and escape in the dark, ‘Cause I have a home dear, wherever you are. And I can see your hands again, I can feel your fingers slide, And another day begins, While another morning dies. We’re at the border fence again, What’s the difference on either side? ‘Cause I never know if it’s safer to stay, Stock up the bunker and shelter in place, Or wait till it’s dark and escape in the night, ‘Cause I have a home dear, wherever you lie.
11.
Bats 02:14
Breaking in the cellar door, Waking up all the ghosts, You got the best of me, for sure, Better than you’ll ever know. You can sleep upside down, You can sink like a stone, Into dreams that are turned around, Into memories unknown. I just want to play the part, I just want to be a good host, But I don’t know where to start, ‘Cause if you want to leave, hey you better leave. And I don’t want to be your claim, I don’t want to be your home, But I don’t want to be replaced, Or boxed up with your winter clothes. You can sleep upside down, You can sink like a stone, Or you can hold your breath for now, One day learn to float. I just want to play the part, I just want to be a good host, But I don’t know where to start, Cause if you want to leave, hey you better leave, you better go. I just want to stay the same, I just want to man the post, But if the cops are walking up the lane, Then we better leave, we gotta leave, We gotta go.
12.
Every day it’s another horror, Another outrage from the inner quarter, The rate of progress slowing to a crawl. You were there when the flooding started, Pour out a drop for the dear departed, But I guess the order’s just too tall. You’re waiting for someone to call, Waiting for someone to call, Waiting for someone to call, Waiting for someone to call. All, I’m not here at all, I’m not here at all, I’m not here at all. Start a fire with the morning paper, Take a deep drag and slide the fader, Though it happens to be years later, In the back of mind you still smell the vapor. (Everywhere you go…) You try to stay still as the ashes smolder, You got that weight up upon your shoulders, And all you know is that you can’t let it fall. While you’re waiting for someone to call, Waiting for someone to call, Waiting for someone to call, Waiting for someone to call. All, I’m not here at all, I’m not here at all, I’m not here at all.

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released December 11, 2018

All music, words, non-musical sounds and mistakes by Stephen Perry.

Mixed and mastered at the legendary 615 Grand St. in Brooklyn, NY.

Artwork by Kaitlin O'Connor www.kaitlinoconnorillustration.com

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The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste. ... more

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