Works in Progress

by Fitness

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Demos, stuff in progress, that sort of thing

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released May 18, 2013

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Fitness Austin, Texas

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Maxwell Demon- vocals, guitar, synth, drum programming
John Bender- bass, guitar, synth

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Track Name: Imaginary Stories demo
We brace for impact,
climb through the wreckage
pause to survey all the damage.
Leave the scene then,
flames to our back
no time to think of
where we went wrong,
just can't fail again.

In the daylight,
we know our orders,
put an end to it all or else
turn the clock back
this end world fad
grows old, grows so old.
We want the stories of our youth,
want to feel young again.
What did those pop sensibilities
ever do to you?

We used to have heroes who mattered,
strength measured in leaps and bounds,
stories that had more depth than death.
When did cynicism win?
When did our silver age end?

I thought you were an icon we could trust
I never took you to be so nebulous
but I was wrong to place my faith
in those imaginary stories
Track Name: Bound to Lose (rough demo)
Tracking stars,
counting steps,
won't get lost
I'll make it there
on time
can't let you down,
I'll make it up to you
but here I am
bound to lose.

I never wanted to drag this out
to lose sight of what it meant
or what it could have been
but some where, and some when
I gave in to all those thoughts
of how I was
bound to lose

Now I guess
you want to know
where the weakness
all took hold.
I'm not certain
I should stay,
but I'll stick around
a while anyway.

Ticking off
each little box
on the list
of what I could have said
instead of
what came out
when I knew
I lost.

Now I guess
you want to know
where the weakness
all took hold.
I'm not certain
I should stay,
but I'll stick around
a while anyway.

Tracking stars,
counting steps,
won't get lost
I'll make it there
on time
can't let you down,
I'll make it up to you
but here I am
bound to lose.
Track Name: Make a Move demo
Alice let her guard down
opened up on a weak night
in a cold town elsewhere
thought she'd know better by now

I won't tell you to make a move
but let's say I won't mind.
We don't have to leave
we can stick around here
heaven knows we've got the time.

The red of his coat matches
the red on the snow,
all those drops leading off somewhere
Over in that bush, no one ever goes

hid the shoes, hid the belt, made off with
enough cash
hid the shoes, hid the belt, made off with
all his cash.