Children are flooding the house, they’re spilling out on the lawn
We’re in the backyard, battling with candlesticks.
We’re in the living room, I see you under the fridge.
Smashing mirrors, ripping out all the sinks.
Last dance in this place
Baby cops on the prowl turn the house upside down
Last Chance to Escape, party sweeps through the air
Grab your friends and break off, one last dance!
Knocking at your door flashlights and nightsticks clink
Hanging from chandeliers, we’re trying to stay out of reach
Pushed up against the wall others are fleeing the scene
Baby cops throw a fit we’ve barricaded the hall
Baby cops in the house with their weapons drawn
Down on all fours/drooling on the floor
Babies in the house with their weapons drawn
Tip toe if you can or they’ll lock you up!
Last dance in this place
Baby cops on the prowl turn the house upside down
Last Chance to Escape, party sweeps through the air
Grab your friends and break off, one last dance!
All alone where the cuffs can’t find you get away
Last dance in this place
Baby cops on the prowl turn the house upside down
Last Chance to Escape, party sweeps through the air
Grab your friends and break off, one last dance!
Feed Me Diamonds, the full length debut release by MNDR, is finally coming together after three years in the making. Recently confirmed for the album is the song “Burning Hearts” which had a former tentative title of “Broken Hearts”. “Burning Hearts” has been a fan favorite for a long while; BrooklynVegan wrote about it’s debut performance at the Brooklyn Museum in the summer of 2011. The song was written by Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch, Produced by Peter Wade and recorded by Emmett Farley and Peter Wade at WonderSound NYC. Presently it’s being mixed by Tony Maserati (Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Jason Mraz) and is also currently being featured in Lacoste’s “L!VE Unconventional Talents” campaign teaser being shown in movie theaters all across Europe and the web.
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Lyrics to MNDR Burning Hearts:
“Stay here, wait, let the black spiders crawl
You see them all, population under control
Seconds turn into hours, smoldering on your own
You’re so alone, so alone
Though your heart aches, you’re moving slowly
Hoping time waits for the the lonely
Why are you sitting on your own
Crying all alone?
Burning Hearts grow cold
Broken hearts, they will grow old
In your bones, fortune’s told
Burning Hearts, they all grow cold
You’re sitting still while you wait
Be good, do what you’re told
Look the other way, dip your toe, get cold
Entertain yourself, it’s all that you’ve ever known
Sitting there all alone
Though your heart aches, you’re moving slowly
Hoping time waits for the the lonely
I’m wondering why are you sitting on your own?
Tell me why are you crying all alone?
Burning Hearts grow cold
Broken hearts, they will grow old
In your bones, fortune’s told
Burning Hearts, they all grow cold
Sifting through the charcoal ruins in your ribs
Beginning something, uneasy and primitive
A little nudge, you’re falling
Your heart is spinning round and round…
Burning Hearts grow cold
Broken hearts, they will grow old
In your bones, fortune’s told
Burning Hearts, they all grow cold”
“Faster Horses”
Lets buy the sky
Fantasize
Never compromise
Dipped in silver and gold
Never satisfied
You’re in the front row
You’re so low
You don’t know
I know
Black and blue
Faces run
Down the paper
Talking tongues
Light it up
You’re a solider
You’re so restless
You’re so reckless
It’s so relentless
I know
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster, faster
You see me
Super flat
No opinion
Phase me out
I’m out
Subterranean
You’re in the front row
You’re solo
You don’t know
I know
Lick the bit
Lick the glass
Crack the window
Crack the whip
Twist the cap
Screw your face up
You’re so restless
You’re so reckless
It’s so relentless
I know
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster, faster
“Cut Me Out”
Gather sparks in a velvet bag
Count them out, one by one again
Under bricks, buried away
Speculate on a future stake
Hold them close, swallow them whole
Pound them out into sheets, to control
The words become translucent
Oh, you cash them in
All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out
A burning bloom on a bed of spines
Digging deep into your skin
The dry lines crack with charcoal
Your only comfort is the burning sun
Hold it close inhale it in
Take it down, and down and down again
Feel the quicksand through your fingers
Oh oh, while you melt away
All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out
Unleash the downpour
As the words flood in
Will they wash you away
Watered down
Cut me out
Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley
“#1 In Heaven”
My ode to the bourgeoisie
Say goodbye to decency
It’s the last of your sunny days
In the hills high above the bay
Oh, you better step away
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
#1 in heaven….
From the heart, signed in blood
The first of many merry men before the flood
Where you gonna go as the pressure breaks
To the hills, now, you can’t get away
Oh, I’ll take you all with me
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Put your hands above your head
Close your eyes and count to ten
I said
Put your hands above your head right now
I said
Put your hands above your head right now
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
I’m number one in heaven
Oh, send my greetings
Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley