Biography:
Electric President is the second of Ben Cooper's projects, this time with Alex Kane. The sound is a mix with folk, pop, electronic, with a sound that would be very much like if you threw The Postal Service, The Decemberists, The Flaming Lips, and George Orwell in a large blender.
They've recorded two albums and one EP under the Electric President moniker, all available under the German imprint Morr Music, with a third to be released in early 2010 on Fake Four Inc.
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Snow on Dead Neighbourhoods
Electric President S/T [2006]
Transcribed by Matthew Brown ([email protected])
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Pluck all the wires from your skin, and toss them to the wind.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Open your chest and let me in. I’ll help you mend.
Bb G# Eb G#
While you carve our names in the ice on the sidewalk,
Bb G# Eb G#
And I do the same on the face of a cinderblock.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Thousands of houses hug this road, but no one’s home.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
All the picket fences look like bones, ’cause nothing grows.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Snow covers everything in sight a ghostly white.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Under that blanket there’s no life, just blinking lights.
Bb G# Eb G#
And we peer through the glass of those empty households.
Bb G# Eb G# Bb
The T Vs are all still on. They’re flashing images against the walls
G# Eb G#
Electric President S/T [2006]
Transcribed by Matthew Brown ([email protected])
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Pluck all the wires from your skin, and toss them to the wind.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Open your chest and let me in. I’ll help you mend.
Bb G# Eb G#
While you carve our names in the ice on the sidewalk,
Bb G# Eb G#
And I do the same on the face of a cinderblock.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Thousands of houses hug this road, but no one’s home.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
All the picket fences look like bones, ’cause nothing grows.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Snow covers everything in sight a ghostly white.
Bb Fm Bb Fm
Under that blanket there’s no life, just blinking lights.
Bb G# Eb G#
And we peer through the glass of those empty households.
Bb G# Eb G# Bb
The T Vs are all still on. They’re flashing images against the walls
G# Eb G#
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