Neon Translation

by The Karma Exchange

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released 04 July 2013

Randy Runyon - Guitar/Vocals
Zak Croxall - Bass
Devin Collins - Drums
Geoff Nielsen - Pocket Piano/Piano/Synth

Recording Engineer - Geoff Nielsen

Synth sound design - Geoff Nielsen

Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Randy Runyon, Devin Collins, and Geoff Nielsen

All songs written by Randy Runyon

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Track Name: Speaking in Tongues
I gotta girl that swears that she's in love
with anyone that has my name.
She's got that look about her that gets me all caught up,
another alibi in her getaway.

I had myself a little notion
that we'd be playing fair and square.

I wanna tell you 'bout my baby
but she won't come home.
She don't like it when you call her crazy at all.
As she leaves through the back door,
she's speaking in tongues.

I sent my every prayer to the heavens up above
to make all my troubles go away.
But they gave me no reply, and I watched my woman leave.
She'd cry and smile and she'll mess your mind
cause she's just dying to deceive.

I had myself a little notion
a pin drop needle in my eye.

I wanna tell you 'bout my baby
but she won't come home.
She don't like it when you call her crazy at all.
As she leaves through the back door,
she's speaking in tongues.
Track Name: True Blue
By the by I made my mind on a true blue.
I'm hanging round town, ear to the ground
waiting for something new.
There ain't no shame in taking all the blame in this scenario.
I heard every word, airwaves crackling on the radio.

I'll be the judge, I'll be the jury.
Watch how it works out for you. Not to worry,
Got good intentions, don't forget to mention my good name.

Take the time to mastermind a crime on the silver screen.
You turned Snow White red, gone straight to the head
of the crimson aristocracy.
The game stays the same
unless you go and change what you're playing for.
You never let me win,
try and try again just to even up the score.

Peace is my profession, better start confessing.
Watch how it worked out for them.
Got good intentions, don't forget to mention my good name.

I got something from nothing, can't remember just what it was.
It's too late to ask all these questions
after acting like I know what it does.

I stay out until the sun is rising
with my head up, looking towards the sky.
When I'm broken I stand up like a mountain
just to crumble in the thought of a landslide.

You're such a bore, my friend.
You're such a bore, my friend.

Moving slow, got nowhere to go until I want to.
Gonna turn on the light, such a pretty sight
when you're strolling down the avenue.
Ain't no way I'm ever gonna say what really happened there.
What's done is done,
hold the smoking gun like the cross I bear.

I'll be the judge, I'll be the jury.
Watch how it works out for you. Not to worry,
Peace is my profession, better start confessing my good name.
Track Name: Lucky Ricochet
We got a sticky situation
Go man the battle station
Welcome to the fallout, make yourself at home.

Getting caught in conversation
Strung out communication
If you got the means to show it, let your voice be heard around the world

I am the lucky ricochet
I'll be breaking through the other side
I'm your engine driver, your Pontius Pilate.

I'm afraid of my creation
Such a lovely combination
I gotta gotta have it, climbing my whole way down.

There ain't no time for celebration
In the mellow yellow nation
If you got the funds to front it, let your poor soul out on the town.

I am the lucky ricochet
I'll be breaking through the other side
I'm your engine driver, your Pontius Pilate.

This is my public declaration
Of my private desolation
If you're not supposed to show it, why do I own it at all after the fall?

I am the lucky ricochet
I'll be breaking through the other side
I'm your engine driver, your Pontius Pilate.

It's a sticky situation
Go man the battle station
Welcome to the fallout, make yourself at home.
Track Name: Send My Regards
Send my regards to the satellites above.
They know just who I am.
Pay close attention and you'll find out soon enough
that I do the best I can,
to shine a little light on my darker shade of blue.
But it's pointless, if the day is through

Meet my shadow.
He's awfully shallow and takes what's yours and never mine.

I'll send you a postcard when I get where I belong.
So far away from here.
I'm caught in transit and I don't know right from wrong.
A passive pioneer with a bad reputation
for always seeing red as these jaded eyes roll back inside my head.

Meet my shadow.
He's awfully shallow and takes what's yours and never mine.

Speak of silence, talk of tyrants and the guillotine will fall.
Meet my maker. Undertaker casting shadows on us all.
Check my pulse, pinch my arm, and if my blood is red I'll know
that it was never mine to own.
Track Name: Common Confirmation
It's been decided in a common confirmation it's a makeshift century.
We're invited with a place to crash and a front row seat.
I'm letting it slide like a backseat lover undercover in a sci-fi movie.
Spin and collide with my other and recover what's left. Put it on the TV
What's my motivation to revolve around this sun of ours?
It's self preservation to evolve with rapture false alarms.

Don't count me in, cause I'll do without.
I'm talking 'bout a counter culture sleeping through the day.
Get caught on film as we make the choice to obey.

I get reminded in a common confirmation that I'm a human being.
I'm done trying to fight it with a broken back and a head full of steam.
Is it my imagination? Or have you been staring at me?
It's not infatuation, it's a little something in between.

Don't count me in, cause I'll do without.
I'm talking 'bout a counter culture sleeping through the day.
Get caught on film as we make the choice to obey.

What's my motivation to revolve around this sun of ours?
It's self preservation to evolve with rapture false alarms.

Don't count me in, cause I'll do without.
I'm talking 'bout a counter culture sleeping through the day.
Get caught on film as we make the choice to obey.
Track Name: Spare the Herd
Let's get excited cause it feels like we've been here before.
What's the use of hiding when our newscasters move from door to door?
They share the word. Spare the herd.

Round and round we feel the sound that rumbles in the crowd.

You gotta gotta wonder
When we going under?

Let's get divided cause prophesies ain't never been wrong.
What's the use of fighting when our peacekeepers move from door to door?
They share the word. Spare the herd.

Round and round we feel the sound that rumbles in the crowd.

You gotta gotta wonder
When we going under?

Round and round we feel the sound that rumbles in the crowd.
Where all is all and one is one, like dead leaves on the ground.

We're right here. With all of the tourists in a row
taking photographs.
I want to get in line. Wait for my peace of mind.
I bet it's just like this in Heaven.

You get yours and I get mine like a victim in a victimless crime.
You can trace it back to Eden.

You gotta gotta wonder
When we going under?

Round and round we feel the sound that rumbles in the crowd.
Where all is all and one is one, like dead leaves on the ground.