Biography:
"Less of a band than an exuberant orbit of bright weird planets circling the joyful kinesis of main-songster Theo Hilton, Nana Grizol's debut album "Love It Love It" sees release on Orange Twin on May 13, 2008. Recorded in their hometown of Athens Georgia directly after a month-long tour of DIY spaces across the States, this record finds the band brimming with energy and rightly well-honed where live performance is concerned; "Love It Love It" sacrifices none of the band's beloved, sweat-stained essence.
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Other songs:
- Circles 'round The Moon
- Galaxies
- Tambourine-n-thyme
- Tiny Rainbows
- Arthur Hall
- Atoms
- Blackbox
- Broken Cityscapes
- Circles Round The Moon
- Cynicism
- Everything You Ever Hoped Or Worked For
- For Things That Havent Come Yet
- From Here
- Gave On
- Grady And Dubose
- Less Than The Air
- Mississippi Swells
- Nightlights I
- Nightlights Ii
- Photos From When We Were Young
- Stop And Smell Thee Roses
- Tacoma Center 1600
- Tambourine
- The Idea That Everything Could Possibly Ever Be Said
- Voices Echo Down Thee Halls
- Window
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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no phone calls home to families, no reading, no Miranda rights
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a second tier of prison, as if the first was not enough
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it seems a citizen’s great promise is
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a place to sleep when they lock you up
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But either way, they are commodifying someone,
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as if said someone ever could just fade away:
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the dreary endless days don’t pass like numbers on a page,
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they sit in silence ‘til they rail against the irons of their cage
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But such a casual addition to supplies, to chains, to flows
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tucked between logistics systems, a lock factory, a railroad
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as billboards picture families, reunited in their homes
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buses carry “unnamed” inmates
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to unnamed jails, to unnamed roads
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It is a euphemistic package for apartheid
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a billion dollars earned in someone else’s blood
E B
a manufactured answer to a xenophobic question:
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how to monetize the labors lost from deportation trolls
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Hundred and twenty five dollars a head
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hundred and twenty five dollars a bed
E B
and on weekends we gathered outside of the gates
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just to read off the name of the dead
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I must say it’s a strange sense of sedition
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just to show the hopes we’d hold
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contract the contradict contrition
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of soulless states, of stateless souls
(No chords)
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
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Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
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And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
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and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
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remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
