The Names of the Radicals Are (Demo)
by Legion of Sparrows
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Digital Album
'The Legion of Sparrows are so shitty, they're amazing! Pop genius in the crappiest form ever!'
- J.D. Salinger
'LoS [Legion of Sparrows] are the kinda hip-hop group I love working with. They have no idea what they're doing, which means I can mold their sound however I want. What more do you want from a group?'
- Timbaland
'I identify so much with Legion of Sparrows, on a level I don't understand. It's just... I feel like I'm the Legion of Sparrows of this generation, you know? But nobody understands me when I say that...'
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Brutal Love
04:15
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Harmony (Live)
06:10
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Friday the 13th (Live)
02:53
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Mustard Seed
06:56
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Too Tired to Think
06:26
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about
How could a five ounce sparrow carry a one pound coconut? Maybe if there were a legion of them...
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released 31 March 2011
Mike Meyer - Producer
Mike Meyer - Producer
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- Track Name: Brutal Love
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Brutal love and brutal lies
Brutal hearts and brutal minds
Harsh words and harsh lives
With brutal love and brutal lies
[This is all I know]
Brutal love and brutal lies
Brutal hearts and brutal minds
Harsh words and harsh lives
With brutal love and brutal lies
Deep purple blue red scarlet letters
Hold on to your love and your debtors
Hold out for your betters
With deep purple blue red scarlet letters
Chorus
Brutal love and brutal lies
Brutal hearts and brutal minds
Harsh words and harsh lives
With brutal love and brutal lies
Everything you said has been done before
Everything you done has done nothing
It is what it is and it never isn't
Everything you said has been done before
Chorus - Track Name: Harmony (Live)
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I do not know where I'm going to
I do not know if I'll be with you
Heaven and hell live in harmony
Without each other they'd cease to be
[I'm not leaving you, I won't abandon you
I can't release you, because I can't be with you]
My heart stays with you wherever I am
My sympathy is endless in the state of I AM
I give you all my longing no matter what I see
Without each other, we'd cease to be
Chorus - Track Name: Friday the 13th (Live)
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We smoked until our lungs gave out
But our hearts were not content
And we broke all the things we didn't wanna break
Cause what we did were all Godsent
So we talked and talked and talked and talked
Until the point was lost
Our tears came out stale
And our beer came out in drops
(You've gone so far, where did you go?
Down on the road as a soul
I haven't heard you since that one day you left
Long and apart I've lost my head)
Well we talked it out over the phone
But only the tele heard what was said
Our ears were much to occupied
Containing thoughts within our heads
So narcissism is a cold, hard bitch
But fuck the ego, we know how it is
Our sympathy is lost for
For those who've lost it all
Chorus - Track Name: Mustard Seed
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She's a girl from a mustard seed
Vague I know but true
And know if you were here
She'd be into you
Where was her home?
A place she'd never know
Where was her throne?
A place she'd never go
[Why, oh why, she said to me
In her fathers arms she'll be
Why, oh why, she said to me
The kiss of the grave was her's to be]
Born all alone,
Surrounded as a babe
Her father's only hope
Of a fatherly escape
Mother, hold you're own
Mother, dry her tears
Mother, hold her close
Or she'll drown you in your beer
Suicide was her only option
Suicide was her bane
Mother, do you care to feel me
Mother, you drive her insane
Chorus
Suicide was her only option
Suicide was her band
Mother, do you care to feel me
Mother, you driver her insane - Track Name: Too Tired to Think
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I'm too tired to have this much on my mind,
Or too wired to have nothing to think about
So I'll sit on billboards and wait
For the day when my faith shall be sight
Or I'll drink water with Jesus and talk with Him
And pray he'll turn the liquid to wine
Or count the ways I've lost my sanity
I guess anything to pass the time
I'm too tired to even write
Much less put up much of a fight
I can't even determine letters for my pen strokes
So I'll sleep and let my dreams decide
Where we sit on thrones in a land with no kings
All our eyes taken by equality
All blind and all crawling and all even and all seeing
Where sight will often mislead
Where we all sing inside where we're not to be
So the cops will handcuff us with guilty melody
Where we'll sing, 'one day when our faith will be sight
And madness is how you become free'
But I'll wake to tired too think
Too tired to write of the sorrow it brings
That we're one day further, but not one step closer
To the day where no man is king
We still see but don't do anything
We see, but don't know anything
But like my dream, we continue to sing
