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"Millennials"

by Snuff Film Society

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1.
High and fine, My mind resigned, From ennui, We are generation pharmacy, So find your mind, Narcotize it blind, With synthetic bribes, Expunge all the humanity you have left inside... Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition Apathetic atrophy Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition Is your new ambition Polite and blind Do right by, All mankind Consume recreationally Polite and blind Do right by, All mankind, Pardon yourself from hypocrisy Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition Apathetic atrophy Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition Is your new ambition New ambition... Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition There's no reason for modesty Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition Your version of normalcy Bumper sticker politicians And nursery rhyme contrition There's no reason for modesty Written by Eddie Brophy
2.
Life flashes before my eyes I guess we're becoming nostalgic... Before we die, was I done in? By a lack of, success... Entire childhoods That I can only remember on VHS Is it too much to ask? For a bit of clemency... Coffins to cry inside, Mothers who wouldn't confide Superstitions of a life That berates my strife Life flashes before my eyes I guess we're becoming nostalgic Before we die, was I done it? By a lack of, success.... Entire childhoods That I can only remember on VHS Is it too much to ask? For a bit of clemency Coffins to cry inside, Mothers who wouldn't confide Superstitions of a life That berates my strife Cigarette burns and old cassettes, And trivial things we all forget, I got bruises and lacerations, And a heart with no expectations.... Written by Eddie Brophy
3.
Julie waxed rhapsodic About the old scene With FM(X) existentialist demeanor Leftover lunch And radio dreams... I don't believe in God But I hope there's a heaven I don't burn churches But I've tailgated at a few, Satanic bar-be-ques Your lord He waits on you To lay some eggs And propagate Propagate conformity Julie, she just wants you... To exercise good Karma I don't believe in God But I hope there's a heaven I don't burn churches But I've tailgated at a few Satanic bar-be-ques I don't believe in God But I Know there's a heaven I don't burn churches But I've tailgated at a few Satanic bar-be-ques.... Written by Eddie Brophy
4.
We live to die in every single inch... In hyperbolic fables with every stitch... Like a God pretending humanity every little bit Then dumps the bodies over every hill... Hey, Needlejuice, Hey, Needlejuice, Aren't you sick of your IV truths? Suburban mommies all pray for this... A voyeuristic hobby income is their bliss, In-accountability is an anthem teaching Come and take our bankrupt innocence and virginity Hey, Needlejuice Hey, Needlejuice Aren't you sick of your IV truths? Written by Eddie Brophy
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In my solitude, I am impervious To the likelihood, Of my suicide, If you only knew, Then maybe I, Wouldn't have been such a recluse, Or be so coy, around the world at large.. I made my bed, I slept in it, Cold as Ice, As I sweat out, My emptiness, My emptiness, This is my last refuge, From the life I never asked of you, And the last decision you knew I would have to make, If it came to this, Now you have my apologies, Later days, I hope we meet again... I made my bed, I slept in it, Cold as Ice, As I sweat out, My emptiness, My emptiness... Now, I'm off to my respite from this noise... That I'll never, ever hear again, I left a note, it was concise, straight to the point.... I am more than sad I am more than sad I am more than sad...... I made my bed, I slept in it, Cold as Ice, As I sweat out, My emptiness, My emptiness... Written by Eddie Brophy

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Eddie Brophy teamed up with The Color and Sound to make a decade long creative endeavor come to fruition.

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released May 27, 2016

Eddie-Guitar
Steve-Drums, Keys, Background Vocals
Ally-Vocals (Millennials, Julie's Karma, Needlejuice)
Cami-Vocals (In My Solitude)
Amara-Vocals (Telephone Pole Crucifix)
Joe-Bass
Chris-"Good Bird"

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Snuff Film Society Stoneham, Massachusetts

Eddie Brophy had been writing songs for ten years prior to meeting his future favorite band "The Color and Sound." One day, he asked if they'd be interested in helping him record an album of stuff that he had kicking around since he was 19. Depression, drugs, sex, suicide, nihilism, existentialism, and death. I think I wrote a pretty solid rock n' roll album. ... more

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