Radio Wire Empire / Victor Florence

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We just had some songs sitting in our respective musical cupboards and we figured a nice tidy little split EP would be a better place to display them in.
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dedicated to lonely banana splits everywhere
there's plenty of scoops in the freezer
someday you will find your sundae

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released February 21, 2012

Victor Florence - his side
M. R. - his side

also Milo Aukerman and Robert Zimmerman

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Radio Wire Empire Michigan

"Radio Wire Empire. Sort of like Passion Pit meets a band that can write more than one good song." - EatThisCity.com

"What do you get when folk music gets drunk, and inadvertently confuses Shoegazey Ambient Electronica for it's normal fuck buddy, rock music, booty calls SAE at two in the morning, forgets to wear a condom, and gets SAE pregnant?
You get Radio Wire Empire." - Tramps Upstairs
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Track Name: In Spite of (Y)ourselves
I might shoot myself just to say I killed a man
and I might say I'd do so many things that I'll never ever ever plan
and I'll never carry through since
we just say the words because they're there, so even when we're serious it's difficult to care
so we'll grow our hair over our eyes like some kind of protein wall
bitch about shit like and mom and dad and our new classes in the fall
and we will be so grateful
for the dinners that we waste
and we will be so spiteful
of those who house our heads
and we will be so purepred
spit on those who aren't
and we will pray each night
give me more, give me more

i is we
we are i
the books are burned
the eyes are dry
from staring at our screens
and arguing with walls
a nation of fatherless baby boys
and girls who've worn out their mothers
sucked out the will from the wells of trying
the welcome is gone

and we will be so fine
with this stagnancy we've caused
we will be so dead in the eyes
with all of our drugs
we will be so awful
shit on everyone even ourselves
and we will bitch each night
give me more
Track Name: Good Good Things [Descendents]
I know a place up in the air
It's not very far, I've been there before
I know a place, cool and warm
cooling my blood, warming my heart

So come on down and walk with me, and tell me I'm your man
I only want to know a couple of things about you
Where were you when I was in so much trouble with myself
And do you still believe in me like I believe

I've been thinking good good things about you
cool and warm, good good things about you
If you've been thinking good good things about me
So cool and warm when you put your arms around me

All on my own, I know where to go
Living the lie, in your eyes
I know a place, cool and warm
Cooling my blood, warming my soul

So come on down and walk with me, and tell me I'm your man
Let's see if I can get it right with you this time around
I'm not afraid of losing you my little girl
But do you still believe in me like I believe
Track Name: Piss and Vinegar
i'm made of piss and vinegar
cause i piss myself when times get tough
and the bitterness compliments the shit that falls from my mouth

preaching from a stage on a foundation of discarded pages filled with words I don't believe
please don't leave


the only truth i know and rattled in my bones, is my love for you
I thought you knew, I still think you do, at least that's what I hope
was it just not enough? or was it far too much? why do you insist on my leaving you alone?
these things... I guess I'll never know, I'll never know
Track Name: Victor Florence - It's All Over Now, Baby Blue [Bob Dylan]
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.