Armchair Politics

by The Digital Pickup Line

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about

This album was recorded between October 2007 and the summer of 2008. "Want You At All" was the first song made, as a reaction to my break-up with my then ex-girlfriend of 18 months. In the time I was working on this, I was together with another girl and then that ended shortly after. The Suite at the end is still my most favorite piece of music I've ever written and it was (roughly) designed as an outline of the highs and lows of a relationship... how somebody you love can be both a "beauty" and a "beast." Until recently I was very certain that this was my defining statement. It's very dark, but in a graceful sort of way. I still (mostly) think it's the best of the Pickup Line albums.

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released August 23, 2008

Brett Warner: drum programming, vocals, samples, electric and acoustic guitars, synthesizers
Selina Troesch, Karen Bileski, Tricia McSweeney: voice mail

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Track Name: Tart
Runway, walking in a line
Our hearts turn off from time to time
Catwalk, go and strike a pose
The sadness sings before it slows

I am making my way
and I live to repent another day

She makes me nervous
I make mistakes in her eyes
She don't deserve this
My fear, my compromise
Tonight has made me ponder
all the pretty clothes she's under

And when I need her
I need her in a way that no one knows
And when I feel her
Everything that isn't in her eyes
is immaterial to me
She knows what I am thinking
and every time she brings me to my knees
Without permission
I know this love is madness
But it's better than the sadness
That I felt from never knowing
what she tastes like in the morning
Track Name: Four On The Floor
MOVING TO THE CENTER, FOUR ON THE FLOOR
I know somewhere there's something more
TOUCHING FROM A DISTANCE, LIGHTS GO DOWN
There are girls with souls still in this town
EVERYONE'S A STRANGER, GUNSHOT WOUND
I could die if I don't find her soon
THERE IS A TIME & A PLACE FOR POLITENESS
EVERYBODY GET YOUR FUCKING PAWS ON THE DANCE FLOOR

This is how I feel when I see you come through
It's how I kneel when I'm dealing with you
And when we touch there isn't much I can do
This is how I feel and I feel it for you

SLIPPING OUT OF FOCUS, STARS COLLIDE
I'm floating out, I'm with the tide
SHOW ME YOURS AND I'LL SHOW YOU MINE
I pour us both a glass of wine
LIFE IS DANGEROUS, ARMCHAIR POLITICS
I can't pretend to love you more
BEFORE THE NIGHT IS A SIGHT IN THE GALLERY
EVERYBODY BRING YOUR FUCKING GUNS TO THE WORLD WAR
Track Name: Want You At All
Moving through the maze
Of lonely days and empty evenings
Leaves a bitter taste
Displays my weakness like a painting

I don't want to know
Where she goes without me
'Cause I... I can do things by myself

I just never thought that I would be
Taken down, walked around so easily
It's a feeling that I can't recall
Wanting you at all... this desperately

Every place we'd go
Is now a graveyard for my memories
Lay them in the ground
The seed becomes a tree for me to climb away in

I don't want to know
All the things she's done since then
'Cause I'll be back to normal any day now
Track Name: Armchair Politics
I keep my records in the basement
Under lock, under key
I keep my shoes in the closet
Where my lovers used to be
I watch the war on the TV
I see the tanks in the street
There's a hole in the ozone
Where my church used to be
I call my girl from a payphone
But she never is awake
I never know what the answers are
But I never hesitate
And I throw my two cents in
I put my vote in the box
I close my eyes to the world around me
I pretend that it's not

And when I dream it's in color
And when I come it's to you
And when I speak it's just
words and phrases pieced together
Saying what I think you want me to
And when I trip it's cause I'm patient
Patient with the way you let me go
Dreaming of a world that we could change if we were still together
Dreaming of the things I'll never know

Every war is a candle
Every bullet is a cloud
Every body in the ground is a teardrop
Every country is a crowd
And every girl is a pane of glass
And every boy is a stone
And every love is a bomb with a target
Just waiting to explode
Track Name: Glass Magazine
I had always been afraid
of keeping windows down when I drive around
People looking in, seeing where I've been

She advertised her pain
My fingers always bleed from these dirty magazines
Pieces in my hands, never meant to last

She's my glass magazine
There's nothing there to see
She's my deaf symphony
That is all she'll ever be
She's my glass magazine
There is nothing there to read
She won't open up to me
so I'll stick to the magazines