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The Royal They

by The Royal They

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sh3lby wow this album fucks hard Favorite track: Kamikaze.
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Charles_Theiner I was waiting in the Berlin immigration office, nodding off to sleep, catching up on Nightvale. The guitar feedback began and then some seriously fuzzy riffage. I was wide awake, resisting the urge to get up and dance around thinking "WHAT IS THIS SONG?!"
I personally think that this band perfectly blends punk aggression with fuzzy indie rock, all the while inserting their own type of finesse so the impact of the energy is never lost partway through the album. 10/10 would recommend to a friend. Favorite track: Full Metal Black.
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Ben My friend's sister would drive us to and from high school and play Veruca Salt's Eight Arms To Hold You, every day for years. There is something both nostalgic and revolutionary about The Royal They. Favorite track: Understate.
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1.
Truncheon 02:55
You're what you want to be A wanna-be Cause that's what you want Follow in front of me It's fun to be Put up as a front If you can fake it Till you make it Then you'll get what you want It doesn't make you Any less of an Insufferable cunt You wanna seem as if you're seamless So you'll fake us a scene Turn every turn of phrase around Till you don't know what it means I wish I could've understood What you're afraid to confront But I can't be vague or understated So I guess I'll be blunt Yeah, I just wanna fucking be done Yeah, I just wanna fucking be done Yeah, I just wanna fucking be done Yeah...
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Pinkeye Baby 02:02
Open the box While I'm lucid Lest you see the beast that I've become I'd like the context And know what it means Until I don't Freezing, grasping, lurching spray Tingling, foaming, thirsting throat You should leave me cast away Shriveling as I unload Consciously not in control...
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Understate 04:36
Some spiral staircases Go as they should Some go in circles Some days it means much less To be unclothed My brain unfolding May this illusion take me in To the circle where Clear paint is smeared across their skin And no one knows it's there Bad dreams, they come and go Or sometimes stay They're lousy company Unweavable are we The endless few With something to get through May this illusion take me out Over the bridge tonight I worry you'll push me in
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Countenance 03:59
I only call them like I see them I told you I don't want to know There's a tire in the road It's on fire and it's sad to go What do we know? I could take it from here now But I get it if that's how you roll We could tear each other down Trying to figure out who's in control Where do we go? The music I would have preferred Between the hemispheres of my brain Must sound like a broken record Guess they're made to be broken anyway How much further can you go From what you know and what you just believe? If I were here for all the right reasons I would never have to leave What do you need? The needle of my conscience on The vinyl spinning in my head The spartan side of me is gone I suppose I will sleep when I'm dead You are, you are You are what you are You’re never better Than the weight of your words You are, you are You are what you are You’ll never be So helplessly self-assured You are, you are You are what you are You’re never better Than the weight of your words You are, you are You are what you are You can’t, you can’t You can’t believe what you heard
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Laurels 03:44
Bells and tolls Towers and roads Locked away Or running scared Where do we Immerse our feet? Here to stay As unprepared As can be Stranger’s ghost Stranger than most Only free Enough to be My lungs swell With bated breath Brush me close Enough to death To be seen You've rested on your laurels far too long Can you make it anywhere?
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Kamikaze 03:51
Sugar brain, sugar brain With a boner for a cane If you’re happy in the rain Then you’ve got nothing to lose I could say, I could say What you wanted me to say But if you wanted me to say it Then it’s just an excuse It’s a shame, it’s a shame That I won’t forget your name When a name is just a memory Of what you forgot If I break you for your bread It doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not You’re getting fed To what’s been chewing on the thought All along You go where you don’t belong If you’re still there when I come Won’t know where I’m coming from You can’t do anything to turn me around I’ll give you up till you’re gone I’ll drive you into the ground Whether you’re right or you’re wrong Don't you know? I’m a kamikaze I’ll rip right through your body I’m a kamikaze I’ll rip right through you... Sugar brain, sugar brain Are you stupid? Are you vain? I never promised you a thing What do you want me to do? You can dream, you can dream But there’s no amount of kicking and screaming That’ll make it Any better for you Hide and seek Take a peek You’ll imagine me for weeks Till the imaginary freak Has ripped the shirt off your back Cause you love your fucking honey Like you hate me for fun So I’ll fuck you for the honey And leave you with a gun So go on You go where you don’t belong If you’re still there when I come Won’t know where I’m coming from You can’t do anything to turn me around I’ll give you up till you’re gone I’ll run you into the ground Whether you’re right or you’re wrong Don't you know? I’m a kamikaze I’ll rip right through your body I’m a kamikaze I’ll rip right through you... I’m a kamikaze I’ll rip right through your body I’m a kamikaze I’ll rip right through you...
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Put your bets down You’re invited to be part of the let-down You wanna be let down Let’s get down and get done Everything, everyone Are you crazy? Or are you just predictably lazy? Would you pay me To stay alive on a prayer? Anyone, anywhere? Lyric machine, lyric machine Can’t see any color other than green What do you mean When you mean nothing of what you say? In a broad stroke You paint yourself into a column of grey smoke Smoking, back-broken and drifting away Cliche after cliche You’re a drowned shout The type that needs a rope to be wrung out You oughta be wrung out As strung out as you are You can't get very far Lyric machine… It’s a fine line Between achievement and a waste of a good time Where in your mind Do you find what you need To be what you conceived, To be happy to be, To belong, to believe? Lyric machine...
9.
Am I the one with a plan? You’ve got a mouthful of sand Better that than to have nothing To suffer through The money’s made of a man You’re overplaying your hand I only wanted you for something to do You’re made of malice and meat Whiskey and shitty TV Stare at the grain through your glass Until you can’t even see It’s what you’re doin’ For wreck or ruin It’s only true until you give me something else to believe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I wouldn't lie To make you sorry, would I? So what's your hurry to die? You sorry son of a bitch You never know till you try It’s not a counterattack It’s just a matter of fact I’m made of metal and the metal’s made to shatter you back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, full metal black How should I react? Yeah, full metal black You can't have it back You needed something to stoke To wrap your neck with and choke You couldn't gild yourself a lily to keep your head Cause you’re too pretty to smoke Too fucking bad to be broke You’re so alive, you think you’d rather be dead These are the spoils of war I know I'll never be bored Am I your enemy now? You'll never know it for sure The best of you raw Spun back into straw The empty center of a universe that’s spinning away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What do you want me to say? You made a fucking mistake You gave me bullets for bones Who’d you expect them to break? Go on and shatter your teeth It doesn’t matter to me Your body couldn’t think of anybody better to be Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, full metal black How should I react? Yeah, full metal black You can't have it back Yeah…
10.
Shinburner 01:48
What's the difference between me and the dream? Am I not sweating enough? I don't get it Of course you'll never settle You never had to give anything up Now all the real punks Are the ones with real jobs Who aren't starving for your fucking attention So you just sit in your smug As if you won't end up Stuck on the picture of the person you hope'd you'd be I bet it looks just like me Yeah, I bet it looks just like me

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released September 24, 2016

All songs written by the Royal They. Recorded, mixed and mastered by John Meredith at Mollusk Studios in Brooklyn, New York. Produced by John Meredith and the Royal They. Cover art by Ava Dumas.

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