Lonely Age
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"Lonely Age" Drifting through life, full of vacant replies Wandering lost, like a motherless child Not a word to say, in this lonely age Wanna look away, go back to sleep Accept defeat, flee in retreat, disguised Once I could say, I was willing to try Seeking the source, for a meaningful life Now I pretend, just to claim I belong Safely in step, with the vacuous throngs Heaven knows I’d never make it So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement Flew the coop and joined the troops, A simple sleuth Reporting from the lonely age now Not a word to say, in this lonely age Try to look away and, go back to sleep Admit defeat, flee in retreat, disguised Caught in a lie, that I’d gladly concede Choosing a side, isn’t easy for me Cause heaven knows I’d never make it So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement Threw the coup, negotiated truth’s abatement (Patrick Bateman) And heaven knows we’d never make it So pathetic that we ever tried to fake it Graduates of voluntary mind-enslavement Flew the coop, and joined the troops Still put to use, consulting for the lonely age now Written by Christian Carpenter and Derek Barber Recorded by Robert Shelton at Tiny Telephone in Oakland, CA Mixed by Jake Aron Mastered by Bijan Sharifi Christian Carpenter: Vocals, Electric Bass, OBX, Dx7, Drum Machine Programming, Eventide H910 live effects processing Anthony Ferraro: ARP 2600, Hammond B3 Organ, Studiologic Sledge Derek Barber: Slide Electric Guitar Mark Clifford: Vibraphones Andrew Maguire: Bongos, Shaker Geneva Harrison: Drums Nihilist funk indie groover with insightful, precise lyrics, hooky choruses, and crafty word-play.