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2012 brought the highly anticipated release of “The 2¢ Show,” Steam Powered Giraffe's second studio album. The 2¢ Show gives listeners a one-way ticket with the robots on-the-road through an antique America that is filled with both magic and mystery. Join Rabbit, The Spine, and The Jon as they travel to romanticized echoes of various eras. Eras such as the wild and weird west, where Jackalopes yodeled alongside singing cowboys and Giant Rattlesnakes were king. Aboard an enchanted steamboat, they head deep into a mystical south, finding Bog Spirits who boogie to twisted Zydeco tunes. From a decaying past, dieselpunk fables and crooning records melt with electric folk pop and psychedelic radiation to create the unique, yet timeless sound Steam Powered Giraffe makes.

The 2¢ Show

Circuitry

Little Birdie

To the Heights - ( Dirt poor robins)

Live Me, Live Me, Live Me

Juggernaut (Live at The Loft, Atlanta, 2024)

Too Polite To Fight (Live at Bottom Lounge, Chicago, 2024)

I was hoping
You’d lead me to the ocean
And I could pull you under there
It’s always been
Sink or swim
I was hoping
You’d render an emotion
 How terrible it must be
To be concerned 
All the time
About time
Time

Every chance is your last
Put some muscle in it
Put your goddamn
  
Back into it
Feel the freedom of your obligation
Back into it
Held in place by the skin of your teeth
It would take a machine
To put the fear of god back into me

I was wretched
A little lie
A  sacrifice
I took what’s forsaken
Into my hands
You understand
I was letting you know
That the useful thoughts
Are the first to go
The rest  are waiting
For me to call t time
Because it’s about  time
About that time.

Every chance that you get
Bash your skull into it
Put your goddamn

Back into it
Feel the freedom of your obligation
Back into it
Held in place by the skin of your teeth
It would take a machine
To put the fear of god back into me

How cruel that they coddled you
It would take a machine to break the news
How cruel that they coddled you
It  would take a m machine, construction fee’s on me


Back Into It

Lost my brain cells in an experiment
You think i’d regret it
But I can’t remember because
I’ve got it all
Lost my train of thought by accident
now I can’t assure myself that I exist
But I’ve got got it all

Fiction can 
Slap the hands of providence
Leave me wanting what i have and more
Function
Orders every element
Vacuum of the evidence
Abhorred

Found an easy way to distract
Until the me that is that train of thought  is dead
I’ve got it all
He had it all
Researching myself on the internet
Learned that I might be eating when I don’t know that I am
I’ve got it all

Consumed
What was put in front of me
Like scarcity is someone else’s chore
Exhumed
Markers for uncertainty
The fire of stochasticity 
Will keep me warm


I've Got It All

Even now
I’m thinking about how I could use you
I might have to sabotage myself
Hey, didn’t we used to make music?
The bones in my ears
Are swinging back and forth
And back and forth
They think that you should hear this
Hey, didn’t we used to make music?

I’m confused.

Because what is the point
Of what we make up?
What is the point?
Is there something in-between us?
What is the point
Of what we make up?
Is the philosophy stuck in our teeth
Just a way to stave off eternity?
(Yes)

Even now
I’m trying to bastardize myself
You probably shouldn’t let me do this
Didn’t we used to make music?
The bones in my ears
Have never afforded me a decent sleep
They think that you should hear this
Hey, didn’t we used to make music?

Back and forth and back and forth and
Back and forth and back. 

So, what is the point
Of what we make up?
What is the point?
Is there something in-between us?
What is the point
Of what we make up?
Is the philosophy stuck in our teeth
Just a way to stave off eternity?
(Yes)

What is the point? 
What is the point?

So, what is the point
Of what we make up?
What is the point?
Is there something in-between us?
What is the point
Of what we make up?
Is the philosophy stuck in our teeth
Just a way to stave off eternity?
(Yes)


The Bones In My Ears

I’m older now
Than you will ever be
I keep expecting
What came for you to come for me
I never eyed
Longevity
But I keep expecting
Inevitability to 
Comfort me

To comfort me
To come for me

A gunny sack
Filled with gasoline
I don't think I should close my eyes
I don’t think I should close my eyes
I don’t think
I don’t
It’s the other side
A necessity
I keep expecting something new to rise and
Comfort me

To comfort me
To come for me

It’s a warning sign
For depravity
My chest is tight
And now the time has come
I need you to
Comfort me

To comfort me
To come for me


comfort me (demo)

praise!

All these different signals gonna cause me to crash

praise!

GUIDE DOG

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