[Spoken]

I broke my fucking arm after we recorded this song! Enjoy!


[Verse 1]

You are my dead air

My favorite dead air

Of all these broadcasts

You're my go-to 

You'll never know, dear

How much I suffer

Whenever I tune into you


You are my static

My constant static

After you kiss me

You are white noise

After you hold me

You fucking vanish

Just like all the other boys


Why did I give you

All my attention?

Why did I tune in all of those nights?

Why do I wait here for your next broadcast?

Man, this station fucking bites


[Chorus 1]

Is there an alternate reality where you love me too?

What words do this transmission form?

It says India Lima Oscar Victor Echo Yankee Oscar Uniform


[Verse 2]

We interrupt our usual silence

To bring you high hopes

And fleeting worth

When we conclude our broadcast evening

We'll disappear off the face of the earth


And when you kiss me

Do you feel nothing?

While I am trapped in this fake romance?

And when you need me, 

I'll be here dying

Every time I watch you dance


Can't block your airwaves

From my receptors

I cannot shake you, try as I might

I wish to God 

And all that's holy 

You had slept next to me last night


(Chorus 2)

Is there an alternate reality where you love me too,

Where my body next to yours is still warm?

And we sing India Lima Oscar Victor Echo Yankee Oscar Uniform


(Bridge)

Can we please talk quick

While we're still sober?

I have to change the channel soon

Before I end our broadcast evenings

Just one time, say you love me too


(Outro)

You are my dead air

My favorite dead air

You make me happy

You make me cry

You'll never know dear how much I love you

My TV screen says Please Stand By.



Dead Air

1. satyr
2. you get him?
3. envisioned
4. i want to
5. muthafucka i
6. cockadoodle doo
7. but
8. man's world
9. capitalism's okay
10. to the girl with the dancing voice
11. when it
12. oh la la la
13. see ya latyr

AGAINST REASON AND MANKIND

Disarm Schism Alarmism PHASE 1: ANGST

apokalyps eve prod. j dilla (holy tunes batman!)

forgo prod. j dilla (L. L.)

what is up? prod. oh no (cassette)

We're a couple of paisans (pronounced Pie-Zons) from Rochester NY who make a bunch of sounds into a microphone that sound almost like songs. Our members are Leroy Manzo (main vocals, lyrics) and Joe DiBaudo (instrumentals, production)

Dead Air

The PieZons

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