Electric President

5 Jun

My promo copy of Electric President’s new album Sleep Well is practically worn out already, but luckily, the release date for the new disc is just a few days away. Dreamy like the last one, but dark and brooding too, Ben Cooper and Alex Kane are still rocking the electrorganic (it does work, Sam) in the available-for-free-download, opening track “Monster,” as well as a bunch of other great spins on the disc. Check out the tinkly little piano in this song, the falsetto vocals in “We will Walk through Walls,” and the oh-so-true chorus of “It’s an Ugly Life,” all of these backed by occasional boops and bips and computer scratches.

Monsters [MP3, 7.8MB, 128kbps]

Sam’s original post: 01/21/06
Jacksonville, Florida’s Ben Cooper and Alex Kane had been collaborating as Radical Face Versus Phalex Sledgehammer for a couple years, when they mercifully decided to change their name to Electric President. They put together a five-song EP called You Have the Right to Remain Awesome which found its way to the Morr Music offices in Berlin. Morr now brings us their debut long-player which is nothing short of dreamy. Electric President’s electrorganic (just made that term up) pop fits right alongside labelmates Lali Puna, Styrofoam, b.fleischmann, and Mum. Ben also records solo as Radical Face (hence the duo’s original moniker) and should have an album out (also on Morr) later this year. He also makes really nice paintings. And he’s only 23. Yeah, I know…showoff.


www.morrmusic.com
www.radicalface.com

Insomnia [MP3, 9.9MB, 320kbps]
Good Morning, Hypocrite [MP3, 7.4MB, 192kbps]
Label My Mind: Blown [MP3, 5.6MB, 192kbps]

  • Damian

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

  • K

    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

  • Sara

    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!

  • Sara

    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.

  • Stacey

    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.

  • tomy_mullock

    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.

  • Daniel

    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

  • hal

    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"
    (TRK) http://www.therobocopkraus.de

  • http://myspace.com/riderjonesmusic Bodhi Jones

    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!

  • Josh

    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

  • sarah

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

  • Anon

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

  • Tina

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

  • YOKI

    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

  • Sofia

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

  • kenz

    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

  • kenz

    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!

  • kat n

    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…

  • Mar

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

  • Mosley

    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)

  • Derek

    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!

    • http://www.facebook.com/people/Jenny-P-Angel/100002264443118 Jenny P Angel

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

  • http://twitter.com/Dante_Morgan Captain morgan

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

  • http://www.marsbands.com Mars

    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.