Evaporate in Place is about drone warfare. This country has been so quick to use airpower whenever it needs to flex its muscles, and Americans are quick to buy the myth of the "precision strike." The truth is, hundreds of pounds of high explosives dropped in a populated area will always cause collateral damage, and that means flattened homes and lost lives for whoever happens to be nearby.
And no, it doesn't make us safer. We've never won anybody's heart and mind through bombing campaigns, and we never will. We're killing kids' parents and creating whole new generations who will hate us with every ounce of their being. And I object, and I'm sure many of you object, but at the end of the day, we're still part of a society that drops bombs without remorse, or even reflection.
This was one of the last tracks to be written for SLaN. Drumming is still new to me, and branching out is tough. I'm happy with the way the jerky verse and louder chorus come together. The solo was really fun to play too. This track is all Mustang and Strat too, I think.
lyrics
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.
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