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Why, Venus?
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Modern alternative rock meets classical, with experimental twists here and there.
Our new album, "The Mourning After," is now online! Check it out! If you would like a physical copy, contact me at . It'll also show up on iTunes soon. It is similar to the first album but features much better production and generally more rocking songs. It again features David Pinsof on guitars, me (Ben Hantoot) on vocals and synths (though David sings "Seams" and "Venetian Airs"), and Eli Halpern behind the poetic lyrics. We're very proud of this one and hope you feel the same. If you'd like to license a song or contract us for original compositions, please, shoot me an email! Enjoy!!
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Pop • Alt-Pop
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#522 in subgenre Peak #10
Charts
Peak #444
Author
Ben Hantoot, Eli Halpern, David Pinsof
Uploaded
August 02, 2005
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MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 4:40
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Why is Venus snowing on my face? When there's all the world to cover with snow flakes? Why is all the snow piled up against me? My ears are shut, my brain is full of snow. I see you running through frost-covered eyeballs... I see you trip over a bank and fall... I see you fall into the river, and I am helpless to help you. I'm stuck behind this massive frozen shard, As I slowly watch your bones absorb the current. I guess I shouldn't get myself too down, her skeleton will be a fishy town. So now it's time, it's time that I moved on, when the ice thaws, she'll be gone... I just wanna be, wanna be a grandpa, with a dead wife and a beaten old shanty... I'll live alone with a cat and my radio sitting in my rocking chair, I'd whittle on the patio. I'd live on medicare, social security, death and I would have our own secret hand shake. Winter came and stormed out with a... Leaving in its wake a firey... Now I'm sweating and it's hot as... I just wish I had said goodbye to... I guess I learned that I should never... in a world where everybody's full of SHIT. So I'm sitting on my throne in Purgatory, tappin my fingers on the arm. I just wanna be, wanna be a grandpa, with a dead wife and a beaten old shanty... I'll live alone with a cat and my radio sitting in my rocking chair, I'd whittle on the patio. I'd live on medicare, social security, death and I would have our own secret hand shake.
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