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Old Survivor

🕰 Lip Service Serenade – For when your existential crisis wears eyeliner and watches the evening news.

🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
📺 Mood: Bittersweet • Detached • Melodic Jangle • Echoes of Resilience

Ever stared at a politician's lips and thought, “This beat slaps harder than your speech”? Welcome to Lip Service Serenade — a melancholic foot-tapper for anyone who’s emotionally exhausted but still ironically stylish.

Picture this:
You’re sitting on a couch with commitment issues.
A lukewarm tea judges you from the table.
The TV talks nonsense, but those jangle guitars? Pure emotional literacy.

🧠 For fans of:
– Guitars that shimmer like your fading trust in democracy
– Lyrics that sip cold tea with you
– Beats that understand quiet rebellion better than your last date

Whether you’re slowly vanishing into a memory foam pit or just too emotionally fluent to yell at the news, this one’s for you.

🎶 Lip service, baby — sing me away.

Lyrics: 

He’s back on screen in a pixel suit
A halo made of static, a tie too mute
He talks like rain on a plastic sheet
But I just hear the humming of my heartbeat

I sip my tea, it’s gone too cold
The curtains dance like they're growing old
His promises break like Monday plans
But I just watch with folded hands

🎶 His lips move slow, like a vinyl glitch
Sayin’ nothing dressed up as a pitch
I don’t cry, I don’t rage — just fade
To the jangle hum of a TV parade
Lip service, baby — sing me away
In this bittersweet, post-punk ballet 🎶

My couch has grown a memory foam soul
Where I sink like hope through a rigged black hole
The world outside wears campaign masks
But I just count the lightbulb’s cracks

He gestures wide like a silent film
But the meaning’s thin and the vibe is grim
Still, I tap my foot to the distant lie
Like a lullaby dressed in suit and tie

🎶 His lips move slow, like a vinyl glitch
Sayin’ nothing dressed up as a pitch
I don’t shout, I don’t vote — just stay
With the jangle chords in shades of gray
Lip service, baby — fade me away
In this bittersweet, indie cliché 🎶

And maybe tomorrow I’ll care again
Trade silence in for a paper pen
But tonight he’s just a mouth on glass
And I’m a ghost with time to pass

🎶 His lips move slow, like a vinyl glitch
Sayin’ nothing dressed up as a pitch
I won’t dream, I won’t pray — just play
This post-punk hymn in my own delay
Lip service, darling — lead me astray
In this bittersweet, jangle ballet 🎶

Lip Service Serenade

I will not sit in silence
I will not sit alone
I will not sit in silence
I will not sit alone

Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce

I'm glad I can inspire you
I'm glad you care
I'm glad I can inspire you
I'm glad you care

Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce

I'm glad I can inspire you
I'm glad you care
I'm glad I can inspire you
I'm glad you care

Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce

Your voice counts
I will announce
Your voice counts
I will announce

Stand Up, Speak Out!

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Star Fire Power

Written by Dean Valentino
Produced by James Freeman & Dean Valentino
Recorded* & Mixed by James Freeman at Big Sky Audio
Mastered by David Walker at Stepford Studios
Artwork by Sarah Ujmaia
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Dean Valentino - Guitar / Vocals
Daniel Paroissien - Bass
Davin Johnston - Drums
James Freeman - Guitar
James Seymour - Synth

*Night Fiction recorded by Gareth Leach, with John Philip on drums

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MAPS is UK-based musician James Chapman) → www.myspace.com/mapsmusic

"White Foxes" is the first single from the album The Silicone Veil.

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