Pictures at a Revolution

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released January 2, 2013

Maxwell Demon- vocals, synth, drum programming, guitar

John Bender- synth on Sensible Amount of Time, Pictures at a Revolution and Danse; guitar on Pictures at a Revolution and Danse; bass on Danse; drum programming on Danse

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Maxwell Demon- vocals, guitar, synth, drum programming
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Track Name: Pictures at a Revolution (vocal demo)
Let's pretend you've got me figured out
down to decorated lapels and stray hairs;
I see you calculating answers,
balancing lies like your father's ledger.

Maybe that profile you've built
puts across a certain image,
but I've been at this a while
and I've got fronts on fronts
on fronts.

From nightclub scene to in your bed
I'm trying to make you forget
the details of the ties we've formed
and the lives on which we've bet.

And in a certain state of mind
I'm sure you would agree,
whatever deals that I've cut
will only help you and me.
'Cause when the lights all go out
and there's nothing left to see,
we'll be warm and safe and still
living quite carefree.

When those morals finally sink in
and you're wondering what you're in to,
all I ask is that you remember
where you were before you found
your way.

From nightclub scene to in your bed
I'm trying to make you forget
the details of the ties we've formed
and the lives on which we've bet.

And in a certain state of mind
I'm sure you would agree,
whatever deals that I've cut
will only help you and me.
'Cause when the lights all go out
and there's nothing left to see,
we'll be warm and safe and still
living quite carefree.
Track Name: Sensible Amount of Time (vocal demo)
When it comes to you,
there's always a slight issue
keeping me from taking this
seriously, keeping me from
holding my breath.
Maybe some day, my defenses
will be lowered, I'll be
receptive to giving in,
giving in.

I don't think we'll get this right
in a sensible amount of time,
in the moment that it clicks
all our troubles won't fade away,
we'll find ourselves a new mess
and we'll be right back
at the start again.

I was aware when it started
this could only end
one way;
but I never liked being
proven right in my
worst assumptions.

I don't think we'll get this right
in a sensible amount of time,
in the moment that it clicks
all our troubles won't fade away,
we'll find ourselves a new mess
and we'll be right back
at the start again.
Track Name: One Way Road (vocal demo)
The sun is rising and
no matter how fast he drives,
it will never be enough to
outrun the thoughts
taking root inside his head
or to wash his bloody hands
clean enough to live again.

A shot in the dark and he is
wide awake, far too late,
aware now that it will all be over,
all be over soon.
There'll be no more running,
no more places left to hide
and he knows, and he knows
that he can't go back, he can
never go back again.

Going 80 on a one way road
he is hoping for a crash to
end it all and take away
the memories of a past he
can't forget...

A shot in the dark and he is
wide awake, far too late,
aware now that it will all be over,
all be over soon.
There'll be no more running,
no more places left to hide
and he knows, and he knows
that he can't go back, he can
never go back again.
Track Name: Caught on Tape (vocal demo)
Made my way down the pacific coast,
thought it'd offer some escape
from all those stupid actions
that had been caught on tape.

But it didn't matter what route I took
it all led to the same look
spreading out across your face,
putting me right back in my place.

I'll count my way down the hours
till I've aged just enough
to know better than to think
that you won't call my bluff.

But it didn't matter what route I took
it all led to the same look
spreading out across your face,
putting me right back in my place.
Track Name: Phantom Zone (vocal demo)
I hid your letters from everybody else
I hoarded phrases, kept your words to myself
and in time I know that you will repappear
No explanation, no attempt to make things clear.

It didn't matter that you left me all alone
without a way out or a hope of getting home,
'cause I maintained faith
in the strength of your plan
and I'll be waiting here until you're back again,
calling out all those who gave up on the cause,
singling out all those who deserve to fall
to a phantom zone.

In the shadows I have seen a better way
to an exit, to some kind of other place.
But I'm not tempted to go out on my own,
to carve a new path and forget what I am owed.

It didn't matter that you left me all alone
without a way out or a hope of getting home,
'cause I maintained faith
in the strength of your plan
and I'll be waiting here until you're back again,
calling out all those who gave up on the cause,
singling out all those who deserve to fall
to a phantom zone.

I could track you down and make this count.
I could find you, I'd figure it out all too soon.

It didn't matter that you left me all alone
without a way out or a hope of getting home,
'cause I maintained faith
in the strength of your plan
and I'll be waiting here until you're back again,
calling out all those who gave up on the cause,
singling out all those who deserve to fall
to a phantom zone.
Track Name: Danse (vocal demo)
There was a disagreement and I don't
remember who got hurt first.
I said some words, you took a swing,
we wound up tangled in sheets.
And in a desperate way,
we made fun of the pain--
created a game 'round red marks,
drawing blood, lack of breath.

Count down until this gets permanent,
count down until we are unconscious--
sprained, broken by what we've said.

Heaving,
bruised on every surface.
I reach out for opportunity,
chance to leave a scar,
I don't even care who on.
All that matters is the effort it takes.

Count down until this gets permanent,
mark my words until we're unconscious--
sprained, broken by what we've said.

There was a disagreement and I don't
remember who got hurt first.
I said some words, you took a swing,
we wound up tangled in sheets.
And in a desperate way,
we made fun of the pain--
created a game 'round red marks,
lack of blood, lack of breath.
Track Name: Ensnared (vocal demo)
Give me time to strategize,
read what's in your eyes.
Is that look meant to indicate
before I speak I should wait?

I should wait,
I should wait,
I should wait,
I should wait,
I should wait,
I should wait.

Should I let your words sink in?
Or am I meant to begin?
With this defense I prepared
as I was ensnared
in this

Trap,
in this
trap;
in this
trap,
in this
trap.
In this
trap,
in this
trap.

I watch as it all falls apart on me.
I watch as it breaks down completely.
Track Name: Fear Agent (work in progress)
I'm not the last of my kind
but I may as well be.
I'm left floating along,
just silence to navigate.
And deep within
I've got a secret space,
where all my darker traits go,
where all my thoughts are left
enclosed.

I can't let you in.
I can't let you see.
I can't let you know
about this part of me.
Because if you did,
where would we go?

You'll have to have my forgiveness
if I'm to let you on board.
I can't take too much cargo,
can't hold too much weight.
'Cause where we're going, honey,
don't think there's too much you'll need.
All you should bring along
is the bare essentials.

I can't let you in.
I can't let you see.
I can't let you know
about this part of me.
Because if you did,
where would we go?