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Of Dead Trees and Draft Boards
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Indie rock for the faint of heart; music from North New Jersey, Bergen County
BREAKING NEWS courtesy of our record label, . Booyah, mufuh. We are Green, three thoughtfully unmotivated kids, exiled from Northern New Jersey, to various locales of academia (read: we are at different colleges right now). Our music is a soundtrack to sitting around and thinking about things, and being from North Jersey. ---our latest EP, Signal to Noise, is out, but not online. Contact us for a copy.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #338
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Matt with and for Green
Rights
don't take our music (please)
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July 19, 2004
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I was in manhattan one saturday morning, walking around Union Square, looking for a payphone so I could meet up with some people. There was an NYPD recruiting booth and I had to walk by several times, and they kept on asking me to join. They were practically throwing badges and guns at me! Here! Try on our riot gear! Wanna feel what it's like to be a cop? Pepper spray that kid! Beat up that other kid, with this big-ass baton! No, it's fine! We ARE the law!
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when wind blows to gunshots security blanket's stretching thing put your name into a hat and take a number melted down toy soldiers hand a gun, sent to the desert with a helmet and a prayer she's just a kid, she's just a kid we sit and talk it through in the dark with a glass of rum and a cigarette i watch her as she hugs her knees the timebomb's ticking down on a year the clock is ticking down on a year till our turn could you imagine her in fatigues? could you imagine her in fatigues? could you imagine her in fatigues? if dead trees bloom to draft boards next year i'll take off running i said to my dad i'm afraid it's going to happen next year, and i've always been unlucky he shrugged it's not that he doesn't care, but he doesn't plan and he doesn't fear like i do when leaves turn green i'll pack my bags and ride on my thumb or on a rail right out of here there's no way in hell they'll get me in uniform could you imagine me in fatigues? could you imagine me in fatigues? could you imagine me in fatigues? if dead trees bloom to draft boards next year i'll take off running and the leaves just fade to brown again and i said we're in for another long winter how's canada?
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