Electric President

Insomnia so far seems to be the best song on this record, and don't get me wrong, it's a great song. But against the context of the others, it seems to stand out of place, head and shoulders above the others. Hopefully in the future electric president can further evolve in order create more great tracks that it currently lacks.

Just wanted to say thanks for giving us the heads-up on this. I liked Insomnia so much I bought the album.
I think MP3 blogs are the bee's knees, I would miss out on so much interesting music if it weren't for blogs like yours

I desperately need to know the lyrics to the song Insomnia. Haha. And the rest of the songs. Do you know where I can go?

Two days after I downloaded “Inomnia”, I was visiting my sister, who was watching The OC. …Guess what? They played the song at the end of the episode.

does anyone know the lyrics to Insomnia..i have been trying to find them, but so far i can't find them!!

I’m dying to know where I can get Electric President lyrics. I think I’ve searched on web sites for hours. No lie- if anyone can get a hold of the lyrics, please let me know . Thanks
(especially Insomnia.)

Yeah they played it on The OC, thats how I know it because The OC is my favourite show but I really need to know the lyrics too.

Seriously..where are the song lyrics living!? PLEASE SOMEONE SAVE US ALL!!

Hi. I've listened to the song several times and I wrote down the lyrics that I could deciferate(Ya, I've got a lot of spare time). I'm decent in english, but it is not my 1st language. Fill in the blanks, and help us find out the lyrics.
Insomnia:
There's a [...] for dangling from [...].
Slowly swaying over my head now.
[...] down the words that I'll never be so.
And I wait for my headache to know.
And the moon sounds as if [...].
And the moon's just a [...].
As the TV flickers in [...] by the wall.
And I wait for my eyes [...].
So, so, so, It's so dim slow
So, so, so, It's so dim slow
And the bright eyed choke on ambition.
Andt the old folks circle their graves.
And the young ones are busy destroying their [...].
And you're still just wasting away.
I [...] for a message.
Some kind of sign that says we're OK.
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off.
And wait for my [...] to break.
So, so, so, It's dim slow (X2)
And I hope you're learning to listen.
And I hope you're learning to stay.
And I hope you'll find what you're missing.
And I hope that you're making your way.
[... ... ...].
And my head hurts if I dont sit still.
[... .. ]that I'm never stop scratching.
It's a hole that I never quite fill.
So…
Whooo… (and other gibberish)
voilà !! That's the best I've got.

I can tell you what I heard as the lyrics, I can’t guarantee they’re accurate though.
There’s a lifeboat dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the moon sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hungs by the wall (?)
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
Sooo sooo sooo it’s so damn slow
Sooo sooo sooo it’s so damn slow
Gotta bright eyed choking ambition
And the old folk circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their hairs
and you’re still just wasting away
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we’re okay
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break
Sooo sooo sooo it’s so damn slow
Sooo sooo sooo it’s so damn slow
And I hope you’re learning to listen
And I hope you’re learning to stay
And I hope you find what you’re missing
And I hope that you’re making your way
But I’m a head case if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t stay still
It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill
I hope there aren’t any very embarrassing mistakes!

I can probably get you all the lyrics to the songs! I know one of the artist brothers. I am getting the new cd for free!!! haha.

I just found out about them from The OC, then one of my friends mentioned them…OMG THEY ARE AWESOME!

There’s a life full, dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying over my head now
As I jot down the words that will never be solved
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers in homes by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it’s so damn slow
So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it’s so damn slow
Not pride, I choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their heirs
And the heirs are still just wasting away
I sit and watch this screen for a message
Some kind of sign that says we’re ok
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing on
And I wait for my conscience to break
So…
So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it’s so damn slow
So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it’s so damn slow
I hope you are learning to listen
And I hope you are learning to stay
And I hope you find what you are missing
And I hope they’re making your way
I’m a headcase if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
It’s an itch that I never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill
So…

Well, since everyone seems to disagree on the section right
after the first time the chorus plays, I think I'll add a new version.
…
Soo, Sooo, Sooo, It's so damn slow.
The bright eyed choke on ambition,
And The old folk circle their graves,
And The young ones are busy destroying their names,
And you're still just wasting away.
Yeah, personally that seems to make the most sense to me.

As the TV flickers in homes by the wall ,…NO@@@@ its As the TV flickers and hums by the wall

I'm pretty sure these are the right lyrics but I could be wrong:
There's a lightbulb dangling from string
It's slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that'll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing
And the moon's just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
Sooo sooo sooo it's so damn slow
Sooo sooo sooo it's so damn slow
All the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their ears
and you're still just wasting away
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we're okay
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break
Sooo sooo sooo it's so damn slow
Sooo sooo sooo it's so damn slow
And I hope you're learning to listen
And I hope you're learning to stay
And I hope you find what you're missing
And I hope that you're making your way
But I'm a head case if I don't keep moving
And my head hurts if I don't stay still
It's an itch that I'll never stop scratching
It's a hole that I'll never quite fill

theres a light blub dangling from string..
its slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb

you people are all crazy. good morning hypocrite is way amazing. better than insomnia by a mile. download it!

You guys are the greatest thing to happen to this world! I swear, i only listen to death cab, Postal Service and stuff like that but you guys blow my mind! You have to spread this stuff fast! COME TO HOLLAND FOR A CONCERT! And please make sure the cd comes out in holland so i can buy it(or send me one ) keep up the awesomeness!

i heard about this group in the oc, too. now i’m trying to find the lyric to the song GOOD MORNING HYPOCRITE!!!! does anyone know that lyric???

yeah I want good morning hypocrite lyrics sooo much better by FAR!

insomnia simply rocks!

help me. where can i download goof morning hypocrite and insomnia.
i clicked on the thing on the top, but i just got a quick time player.
i need something i can get onto itunes

i don't really have the end of the lyrics (basically the fast part in the end of Good Morning, Hypocrite) but i tried to get most of it down
Things like the roads stretch out
Like fains but there's no heart
Nature's haircut is concrete now
We played our part
So we sing:
Da dum da dum daaaa da dum
Da dum da dum da da da da dum
Da dum da dum daaaa da dum
Da dum da dum da da da da dum
I've lost my taste for modern things
They're not for me
I want Monday, a quiet place
Where time is free
And I sing:
Da dum da dum daaaa da dum
Da dum da dum da da da da dum
Da dum da dum daaaa da dum
Da dum da dum da da da da dum
Crawled from my bed
To collect the thoughts that had fallen from my head
And you watched me sink through the carpet
Through the basement and beyond and you didn't blink
I'm the glass. I traced the sun with my thumb
It sank into the ground and then the stars are blinking
Like kids they were staring to the wind so I
Come through the window you walked until I lost my name
Now I can play the victim it's fine
I've seen it on TV
If there's one thing I know it's that I never really know enough
Our Hands Our Mouths Our Brains Our Loves
They're just machines
These hearts are all that we've got left
and they don't beat

I've been trying to find lyrics to "farewell"…if anyone can get that i would drop down on the floor and kiss your feet a thousand times!

lyric corrections
fains – veins
loves – lungs
im (the glass) – on the glass
come – crawled
are – were
not to be a lyric nazi… and i prolly missed some

what about ten thousand lines?
amazing:
BUT WHO HAS THE LYRICS? ahh!
especially the beginning…

Label My Mind: Blown
I’ve got your answers, they’re on my ribcage.
And I’m laughin’ in the pooring rain.
I’ve seen you family, they look like monsters.
And I’m dancin’ on a nameless grave.
(Chorus)
For we have to call it off,
and tell ‘em enough to think to stop.
And don’t believe the flapping gums,
cause i know they’ve got us in their targets.
But I can tell if it’s a joke,
and so pretend on goin’ broke.
I know that I won’t miss them and I,
won’t waste my time and kiss them away.
I’ve got my questions,
you never solve them.
Cause I’m laughin at your ball and chains.
I’ve seen your nightmares,
I’m always in them.
And I’m stompin’ on your precious name.
(Chorus)
I’ve got your answers,
they’re on my ribcage.
And I’m laughin’ in the pooring rain.
I’ve seen your family,
they look like monsters.
And I’m dancin’ on a nameless grave.
I’d like to say it in true,
but things will never stop now there’s nothing for you.
{I’ve got my questions}
And if we get along we’ll lie till we use it all.
{You never solve them}
Cause I’m laughin’ at your ball and chains.
{But we’ll go down with our fists up!}
I’d like to say it in true,
but things will never stop now there’s nothing for you.
{I’m in your nightmares}
And if we get relaxed we’ll have to fight till we use it all.
{I’m always in them}
And I’m stomping on your precious name.
{But we’ll go down with our fists up!}
*feel free to edit where necessary. thanks*

I spent some time writing down Ten Thousand Lines lyrics…I missed some words. Someone please fill them/correct the lyrics? Thanks.
Ten thousand lines
Yup.
We […] the future from this […]
With lots of progress, cold and heartless
And nothing lives just twitches and moves
Its all synthetic, but it’s all we’ve got
Thousands of wires spread through your hearts
Thousands of lines live in our walls
Now they can see just what we’ve done.
Now they can see what we’ve become.
Ba dum ba dum bum, ba dum, ba dum bum (x4)
No sun, just radiation here
[…] the long for
No time, no way to count the years
Except by the creaking sounds in the walls.
{noises}
God damn it.
They’ve got your name, they’ve got your number
They’ve got your hopes, your dreams, your future
They’ve got your loved ones by the throat
And soon enough they’ll let you know
We thought too much […]
We’ve heard it all, there’s nothing
We’ve seen the way to our undoing
And the way to yours is cracked
{And I’ve learned enough to keep my mouth shut
I’ve learned enough to watch my back
And I’ve learned enough to be a wallpaper
And […] is cracked}
Ten thousand lines run from my mind
Ten thousand plans spit from my hands
Now we can see just what we’ve done.
Now we can see what we’ve become.
Now we can see just where we stand.

loving insomnia!!

grand machine no.12 lyrics? anybodddyyy please please

i think stars5 is correct with the lyrics, except for the line that says “And the young ones are busy destroying their ears” it should be “And the young ones are busy destroying their cares”

yeah can someone please help us i need the god dam lyrics for Insomnia its incredible,, oh and am an oc fan so thats were i heard insomnia any oc fans out there?

This is a great song. You can hear this as well as Death Cab for Cutie, Postal Service, Zero 7 and many more on Sirius channel 35, Chill. It’s the only 24/7 downtempo electronic radio station. You can listen online at http://www.sirius.com.
Congrats, Electric President for making great music.

this shit rocks!

So has anyone found the Lyrics fo insomnia Yet oh i been serching the net for weeks now and i can get a hold of Insomnia Lyrics that really blows!!

I've posted all the lyrics I could figure out here:
http://128.42.165.68/manual/electricpresident.txt
It's for the entire album… there are a few blanks, and a couple words that are wrong that aren't marked in (parentheses), but on the whole I think it's right.

i am so happy that i found this page. i have been searching for this song for the last couple weeks, ever since i heard it on the oc. and then i didnt have the internet anymore so i have been looking nonstop for the last 2 days. and i had no idea what the song was called, so i was just seaching oc songs, and then just searched the songs that was on that episode, and i finally found this.

i come from taiwan, and is really glad to see so many people talking about electric president, cause here we don't have much information.
and why there's no electric president's official site, so that we can know their lyrics completely.

Thanks very much. I love this band and have been looking for more downloads from them, as there are only two availuable on MySpace and I haven’t been able to find the album here in europe yet. Does anyone know if they are selling the mp3 album version anywhere? Cheers.

Alright, i went over the song the best that i could and there’s still a couple of lines that i can’t decipher. but i hope this helps
Eletric President – Insomnia
There’s a lifebboat dangling from strings.
Slowly swaying up over my head now.
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung.
And wait for my headache to numb.
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail.
As the TV flickers in [...] by the wall.
And I wait for my eyesight to fade.
So, so, so, It’s so damn slow
So, so, so, It’s so damn slow
And the bright eyed choke on ambition.
Andt the old folks circle their graves.
And the young ones are busy destroying their dreams
And you’re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message.
Some kind of sign that says we’re OK.
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off.
And wait for my conscience to break.
So, so, so, It’s damn slow (X2)
And I hope you’re learning to listen.
And I hope you’re learning to stay.
And I hope you’ll find what you’re missing.
And I hope that you’re making your way.
[... ... ...] keep moving.
And my head hurts if I dont sit still.
Its an itch that I’ll never stop scratching.
It’s a hole that I never quite fill.
So…
Whooo… (and other gibberish)

i love electric president. I've listened to all the songs and they are all amazing. I really like "Snow on Dead Neighborhoods". I submitted the band onto Letssingit.com so as soon as its approved we can all start adding and editing songs.

Hey there. There’s a website called SongMeanings where people leave lyrics and comment on what they think the songs mean. Someone posted the lyrics, and I just posted my take on the song. But it was only the third post. So check it out and add your thoughts. You have to create a profile/join to post a comment, but it’s no big deal. Here’s the link:
http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858570197&flush=true
If that doesn’t work, just go to songmeanings.net, and search for the song. Hope this helps.

do you guys want the actual lyrics? here:
There’s a light bulb dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that will never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the moon sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
So…so…so… it’s so damn slow
So…so…so…. its so damn slow
Got a bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you’re still just wasting away
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kind of sign that says we’re okay
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break
So…so…so…it’s so damn slow
So…so…so…it’s so damn slow
And I hope you’re learning to listen
And I hope you’re learning to stay
And I hope you found what you’re missing
And I hope that you’re making your way
But I’m a head case if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill
So…

I managed to email the band and they sent me all of the electric president lyrics in a word document. Email me at Jdewey2@verizon.net and I’ll be glad to send them to you.

ten thousand lines lyrics…
missing some
Ten thousand lines
Yup.
We paint the future from this […]
With lots of progress, cold and heartless
And nothing lives just twitches and moves
Its all synthetic, but it’s all we’ve got
Thousands of wires spread through your hearts
Thousands of lines live in our walls
Now they can see just what we’ve done.
Now they can see what we’ve become.
Ba dum ba dum bum, ba dum, ba dum bum (x4)
No sun, just radiation here
getting by the long for
No time, no way to count the years
Except by the creaking sounds in the walls.
{noises}
God damn it.
They’ve got your name, they’ve got your number
They’ve got your hopes, your dreams, your future
They’ve got your loved ones by the throat
And soon enough they’ll let you know
We thought too much enoughs enough
We’ve heard it all, there’s nothing
We’ve seen the way to our undoing
And the way to yours is cracked
{And I’ve learned enough to keep my mouth shut
I’ve learned enough to watch my back
And I’ve learned enough to be a wallpaper
And […] is cracked}
Ten thousand lines run from my mind
Ten thousand plans spit from my hands
Now we can see just what we’ve done.
Now we can see what we’ve become.
Now we can see just where we stand.

IF ANYONE KNOWS THE GRAND MACHINE # 12 LYRICS PLEASE!!! POST! I WILL LOVE YOU ETERNALLY.

Another song from them played in The OC: Our house.
Does anybody know where i can get it?
Thanx.

I'm desperatly searching for the lyrics from electric president -Metal Fingers- There must be someone on this way too crowded planet who has these lyrics .. Honestly, I would worship (!) you if you can get me these lyrics
x Anke (Belgium)

phantom planet-our house
you can download it on itunes
GRAND MACHINE # 12 LYRICS!
PLEASEEEE!

i found the lyrics for Our House. click the link below to get them.
http://phantom-planet.lyrics-songs.com/lyrics/459…

Insomnia
there's a light bulb dangling from string
it's slowly swaying up over my head now
as I jot down the words that'll never be sung
and wait for my headache to numb
and the wind sounds as if the world's sighing
and the moon's just a torn finger nail
as the tv flickers and hums by the wall
and I wait for my eye sight to fade
so
so
so
it's so damn slow
all the bright eyed choke on ambition
and the old folks circle their graves
and the young ones are busy destroying their names
and you're still just wasting away
I sit and watch the screen for a message
some kind of sign that says we're okay
but the screen stays blank til I turn the thing off
and wait for my conscience to break
so
so
so
it's so damn slow
and I hope you're learning to listen
and I hope you're learning to stay
and I hope you find what you're missing
and I hope that you're making your way
and I'm a head case if I don't keep moving
and my head hurts if I don't sit still
it's an itch that I'll never stop scratching
it's a hole that I'll never quite fill

These guys are amaaaaaazing! I downloaded their songs 2 nights ago and I haven't stopped listning to them since. I went to sleep with my headphones on. I love tne thousand lines. But all of their songs are great!

Ten thousand lines
Yup.
We paint the future from this bedroom
With lots of progress, cold and heartless
And nothing lives just twitches and moves
Its all synthetic, but it’s all we’ve got
Thousands of wires spread through your hearts
Thousands of lines live in our walls
Now they can see just what we’ve done.
Now they can see what we’ve become.
Ba dum ba dum bum, ba dum, ba dum bum (x4)
No sun, just radiation here
getting by the long for
No time, no way to count the years
Except by the creaking sounds in the walls.
{noises}
God damn it.
They’ve got your name, they’ve got your number
They’ve got your hopes, your dreams, your future
They’ve got your loved ones by the throat
And soon enough they’ll let you know
We thought too much enoughs enough
We’ve heard it all, there’s nothing
We’ve seen the way to our undoing
And the way to yours is cracked
{And I’ve learned enough to keep my mouth shut
I’ve learned enough to watch my back
And I’ve learned enough to be a wallpaper
And […] is cracked}
Ten thousand lines run from my mind
Ten thousand plans spit from my hands
Now we can see just what we’ve done.
Now we can see what we’ve become.
Now we can see just where we stand.

So I emailed the Ben and asked for the lyrics to insomnia… because there was enough debate over it… in doing so I got the attachment of all of their songs…
Hope this helps you all!
Good Morning, Hypocrite:
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there’s no heart.
Nature’s haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing …
I’ve lost my taste for modern things. They’re not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing …
Climbed from my bed, to collect the thoughts that’d fallen from my head,
And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond.
And you didn’t blink.
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
Now I can play the victim. It’s fine. I’ve seen it on TV.
But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I never really know enough.
Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they’re just machines.
These hearts are all that we’ve got left, and they don’t beat.
Live a little, talk a lot; it’s the way this goes.
I’ve come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts.
Insomnia:
There’s a light bulb dangling from string.
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now.
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung.
And wait for my headache to numb.
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing.
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail.
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall.
And I wait for my eyesight to fade.
(So, it’s so damn slow)
And while the bright-eyed choke on ambition.
And the old folks circle their graves.
And the young ones are busy destroying their names.
And you’re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message.
Some kind of sign that says we’re okay.
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off.
And wait for my conscience to break.
(So, it’s so damn slow)
And I hope you’re learning to listen.
And I hope you’re learning to stay.
And I hope you find what you’re missing.
And I hope that you’re making your way.
But I’m a head case if I don’t keep moving.
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still.
It’s an itch that I never stop scratching.
It’s a hole that I never quite fill.
So …
Ten Thousand Lines:
We paint the future from this bedroom.
With lots of progress; cold and heartless.
And nothing lives, just twitches and moves.
It’s all synthetic, but it’s all we’ve got.
Thousands of wires spread through the halls.
Thousands of eyes live in our walls.
And now they can see just what we’ve done (oh no)
Now they can see what we’ve become.
No sun. Just radiation here. Get it by the lungful.
No time. No way to count the years.
Except by the creaking sounds in your bones.
They’ve got your name. They’ve got your number.
They’ve got your hopes, your dreams, your future.
They’ve got your loved ones by the throat.
And soon enough they’ll let you know.
And I’ve learned enough to keep my mouth shut.
I’ve learned enough to watch my back.
And I’ve learned enough to become wallpaper.
And blend in with the cracks.
(We’ve though too much; said nothing.
We’ve heard it all; there’s nothing new.
We’ve seen the way to our undoing.
And the way to yours as well.)
Ten thousand lines run from our minds.
And ten thousand plans spread from our hands.
And now we can see just what we’ve done (oh no)
And now we can see what we’ve become (oh no)
And now we can see just where we stand.
Grand Machine No. 12:
This damn machine, this damn machine, this broken head doesn’t work.
So they’re selling it off again.
These crooked legs, these twisted arms, these tired feet lost their worth.
Soon they’ll dismantle them.
But we’re all just part of some giant grand machine.
Too big to really understand.
But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall.
Now we just sleepwalk. We drift through the week.
A dead procession always dragging its feet. Well, come on.
Our hands are swollen. We all need to sleep.
But there’s no time, just stitch us up so we’ll keep.
We’re all just part of someone’s elaborate plan.
Chess pieces in some grandiose scheme.
But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall.
Hum:
Footsteps echo through hallways.
Beneath the neon lighting, everyone looks sick.
We sit on a rusty staircase.
You write your name with lipstick on the rail near the wall.
What do you think about me now, that I’ve fallen down?
Watching the crowds on the sidewalks.
A steady hum of nothing is all that fills the air.
And we sit on a nearby rooftop.
It overflows with pigeons, and we idly scare them off.
But what do you think about me now, that I’ve fallen down?
Snow on Dead Neighborhoods:
Pluck all the wires from your skin, and toss them to the wind.
Open your chest and let me in. I’ll help you mend.
While you carve our names in the ice on the sidewalk,
And I do the same on the face of a cinderblock.
Thousands of houses hug this road, but no one’s home.
All the picket fences look like bones, ’cause nothing grows.
Snow covers everything in sight a ghostly white.
Under that blanket there’s no life, just blinking lights.
And we peer through the glass of those empty households.
The TVs are all still on. They’re flashing images against the walls.
Some Crap about the Future:
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your grip and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
You’re not apart of it. You’re broken now, like us.
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
And I silently wish I was on one.
You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass.
You reach inside and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
I have no answers; I’m rambling.
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.
You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise.
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides.
And for a moment you feel like you’re alive.
And then it’s gone, so you get up.
Up, up, baby. There’s blood on the sidewalks of this town.
They’ve got us on the ropes. But we don’t have to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands aren’t tied now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
They’ve got ‘em buried deep.
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.
(Oh no, no)
We’ll leave on the evening train.
It won’t be long, but it feels that way.
But home never meant very much to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone.
And maybe we’re right.
And we collapse on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn’t look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
And we never wake again.
Metal Fingers:
Stand and move and walk across the water.
Peel the cover from the city.
Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly.
Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
Lots of other worlds exist.
Soon enough we’ll tear them open.
Soon enough we’ll break them too.
Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
Metal fingers scrape the skies.
The windows look like Christmas lights from out here.
Floating. Counting clouds. They’re slowly fading.
Blending in with cardboard skies.
Soon we’ll manufacture replicas.
It’s all replaceable.
From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
Like they’re holding the world together; like it’ll blow any minute.
And I’ve got another thought I’ll keep to myself.
Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
There’s nothing new to discover, there’s nothing new to invent.
There’s nothing new to think that hasn’t been thought of before.
And there’s nothing to believe we haven’t already forgotten.
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new, there’s nothing—
No, no, no, no.
And I’ve got another dream I’ll keep to myself.
Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
And I’ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I’d always meant to send.
We’d speak our minds and change the world.
We’d fix the past and pave the way.
But now we’re fresh out of heroes; now we’ve run dry on hope.
There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
And holes, within holes, within holes, within you.
And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.
We were never built to last:
You’re on your own now. We’re tired of lending hands.
Our new agenda: it cuts you from all our plans.
So get in line, boy. And keep that mouth of yours closed.
Don’t need opinions. Just work them hands to bones.
We stood in place and watched them tear us apart.
They cut us open and ripped out all our parts.
But we kept quiet. We let them have their way.
We made our point by having nothing to say.
We all broke up right on cue.
We’ll take you down with us too.
You’d better jump ship. This bastard is sinking fast.
There’s nothing to save here. Our worth has all but passed.
The muddy waters are slipping in through the cracks.
The ship is sinking.
We sit on our hands and watch it all fall.
No one blinks an eye.
There’s not much worth saving.
Just lots of buildings and concrete colored skies.
But then you came and picked us up.
You combed our hair, and made us look like people.
And we learned to feed ourselves again.
We built some homes and filled them full of clones.
But we won’t wait until you get back. We’ll be gone long before you arrive.
We were never built to last. But we’d like to tell you:
Thanks for the good time. It was nice to have known you.
We’ll all be just fine, and we’ll try to write you.
We appreciate the lies, but we’re done believing you.
Farewell:
Out in the fields the skies crack and peel.
While off in the distance the buildings collide.
And down in the grass is a sea of broken glass.
And remnants of lives that I used to label “mine.”
And I’ve lost my tongue and I’ve lost all my friends.
And I can’t remember if I give a damn.
We peek from the edge of an old rusty bridge.
Down in the water is the house where we were raised.
And over where the trees and gardens used to be.
Are remnants of pictures we still carry in our minds.
And you’ve lost your mind and you’ve lost all your plans.
And I can’t quite tell if you even give a damn.
The neighborhood is gone. The air reeks of smoke ash and cold.
Winter’s sleeping on our doorsteps.
As you hum your songs, the water turn to ice above our home.
So we go collect our paychecks and leave.
Up comes the sun to burn everyone.
And we pay the difference by peeling off our skin.
And as far as we can tell, it’s pretty cold in hell.
But you’ve got your sweaters,
So I’m sure you won’t mind.
But you’ve lost your heart. And you’ve lost all your will.
You’re shot full of holes, and what you hold always spills.
The city’s met its end. The monuments have all crashed and burned.
I doubt that we’ll miss them.
We walk through the woods, and neither of us looks back, not once.
There’s nothing behind us anymore.
It was all in our heads. It was all in our heads.
The sky was never falling; it was all in our heads.
So sleep well tonight. And dream some good things.
The sky was never falling. It was all a bad dream.

hello! i´m a spanish guy who loves the oc and electric president. as i can read, you do like “our house” by phantom planet, but i cant download it, so please if someone could send me i´d be very grateful to you.
my messenger is: to_mass88@hotmail.com thanks,
and if you cant send me that song and yo like another song from the oc or from electric president or you just want to talk to me please add me to the messenger.

this song fits the situation , when cohen starts smoking weed. it's gonna wake the scar inside of him , the drug scratches those scars deep inside of us

these lyrics..! this inimitable sound! it's like hear my feelings in a mirror. cheers to ben & alex, they did a good deed.
"..and life amazes us despite our miserable future"
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This is the best music I've heard all year! I don't often get sucked into listening to three songs back to back by an un known artist, but it was time well spent. Never stop making music you crazy Electric President cause we will Elect you!
I thought all the songs were great!

Here's a story- i was singin a long to insomnia last week, when i realized i wasn't half bad. I sounded maybe like i had a little more billy corgan in my voice, but it was cool. So I was all, "sweet, now me and tyler can start a band." Then this weekend i caught some kind of a cold and my voice dropped about two octaves. Life, I guess. Great Stuff, by the way. Got the lyrics to insomnia all over my binder

i think stars5 got the lyrics to insomnia right a while ago

Does anyone have an mp3 of Grand Machine # 12? I really need it!!

is there anyone ho hade the song insomnia and can send it to me by msn messenger? please

hii,,,yaeh electric president still da best,,but anyway,,how could i get the cd,,coz i live in Indonesia,,could anyone help me guyss,,thx

I´ve also heard the song insomnia while i was watching The O.C ! I discovered a new band they´re very good
Hello from Sweden

hey, many thanks to all they ppl who gave the lyrics! sooo much appreciated!
u have stopped me from going insane! thanks heaps love from Austalia xx

i know this has nothing to do with electric prseidents, but if u like them u will like The Knife. try them out…and please find the lyrics i am in need of them so dam much!

The lyrics to Insomnia are:
There’s a light bulb dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you’re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we’re OK
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break.
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
I hope you’re learning to listen
And I hope you’re learning to stay
And I hope you find what you’re missing
And I hope that you’re making you’re way
I’m a headcase if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill
So
the link for all the Electric President songs is:
http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/electric_presid…

What about grand machine no 14?? The Very best song of the album!!

Label My Mind: Blown
I've got your answers, they're on my ribcage.
And I'm laughing in the pouring rain.
I've seen you family, they look like monsters.
And I'm dancing on a nameless grave.
Bored enough to call it off,
And dumb enough to think to stop.
And don't believe the flapping gums,
cause i know they've got us in their targets.
But I can tell if it's a joke,
they’re so intent on on going broke.
I know that I won't miss them and I
won't waste my time and kiss them away.
I've got my questions,
you never solve them.
Cause I'm laughing at your ball and chains.
I've seen your nightmares,
I'm always in them.
And I'm stompin' on your precious name.
Bored enough to call it off,
And dumb enough to think to stop.
And don't believe the flapping gums,
cause i know they've got us in their targets.
But I can tell if it's a joke,
they’re so intent on going broke.
I know that I won't miss them and I
won't waste my time and kiss them away.
I've got your answers,
they're on my ribcage.
And I'm laughing in the pouring rain.
I've seen your family,
they look like monsters.
And I'm dancing on a nameless grave.
I'd like to say it ain’t true,
(but they will never stop now they’re coming for you.)
I've got my questions
(And if you cut the latch we'll lie till we lose it all.)
You never solve them
Cause I'm laughin' at your ball and chains.
{But we'll go down with our fists up!}
I'd like to say it ain’t true,
(but they will never stop now they’re coming for you.)
I'm in your nightmares
(And if we cut the latch we'll have to fight till we lose it all.)
I'm always in them
And I'm stomping on your precious name.
(But we'll go down with our fists up)

Insomnia is on the top 5 for sure, but it's all about freaking, Ten Thousand Lines!…Oh with Radical Face, definately Welcome Home and Glory, and others of course. You guys rock!

its like the 60′s and 70′s combined int0 2011 Pierce Cruise

I love insomnia, it has such a unique sound! @dante_morgan:twitter 

Wow.  What a great sound these guys have!  I love finding great music but I hate it when I’m this late to the party.