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The Faint
The Faint


Background information
Origin Omaha, Nebraska
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Post-punk Revival
Dance-punk
New Wave
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Saddle Creek Records
Associated acts Vverevvolf Grehv
Broken Spindles
Depressed Buttons
Website Website
Members
Todd Fink
Jacob Thiele
Dapose
Joel Petersen
Clark Baechle
Former members
Conor Oberst
Matt Bowen



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The Faint Album


Wet From Birth (09/14/2004)
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Was it more than attraction
Was it more than attraction
And a physical lust?
Her loins, my imagination,
That first inconceivable touch

That I was planning,
I mean wishing,
How embarassed I'd been
If you knew what I was thinking

And whoa when it started
my first thought was love
and not just lust
cause when I heard you speak I felt warm

In the evening I saw you
You were warming the bass up
Your hair covered your face up
I was acting indifferent at the merch booth putting on make-up

We met up at a party
In a swamp on a yacht
I spun the helm
But we were docked

I crossed my fingers
But I didn't beg
Cause I knew you knew
I knew you knew I liked you

I knew you knew I liked you
I knew you knew, it
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you

Close to you
Wishing we're conjoined at the tongue
Can you hear me thinking
We should stop

I crossed my fingers
But I didn't beg
Cause I knew you knew
I knew you knew I liked you

I knew you knew I liked you
I knew you knew, it
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you

. . .


(girl)
Introverted boy
you are not interesting, boy
you think you're intellectual
but no one's talking to you now

(boy)
I might be an introvert
to you, a shallow fashionista
deep as any paper plate
dressed just like the girl beside you

(girl)
how could I forget
a waste of cloth
of course, I do remember
on the back deck drunk and awkward
I think we accidentally met

(boy)
I know you've got some place to get to
and I really got to get somewhere
remember when I said
that Vincent had some tickets for me there yeah

(girl)
how could I forget
a waste of breath
of course, I do remember
all the things you said were pointless
now you go on dropping names

. . .


I disappear,
I lost control,
My body's moving,
All on it's own.
I watch myself,
Walk away,
A foreign spirit,
took my place.

And he's there,
Inside the door,
So my exit is riding my pulse.
Burst of black,
Breath of smoke.
I disappear,
I lost control.

I,
I disappear(x3)

I disappear,
I lost control,
My body's moving,
All on it's own.
I watch myself,
Walk away,
A foreign spirit,
took my place.

I,
I disappear(x3)

How could I resist,
It's all I've wan-
ted now I guess I've got it.
Why it had been back, don't know,
I hope this doesn't last forever.

I, disappear(x4)

. . .


Scarlet boots the kiss of death.
Patience and the end of it.
Blended angels wispered love.
Countdown till it's gone for long.
Velved voices haunting slow.
Darkened notes with bright decor.
Georgian femmes are gone for weeks.
Southern belles in London sing.

I'm staring down the eppley gate.
Two more days before the plane arrives and you'll be standing here with your smile.
I'm carving up the lobby seats.
Pushing down the caffeine drinks.
Checking the arrival screen for yours.

A hundred feet above the landing.
Theres a girl gliding down.
She's floating toward me now.
Her sleeves are all stretching out.
And the jet is following behind.

(Wake Up)

London skids a grinding halt.
Last night left to spend apart.
Your bags are packed be now for home.
Stories of the tour unfold.
Booking agents broken nose.
Butting heads with creeping dolts.
Georgen femmes are gone for weeks.
Southern belles in London sing.

Southern belles in London sing

. . .


It's a scene from the movie.
It's an isle at the store.
It's the view of a canyon.
The sound of a sword.

It's an orchard peaches.
Your wife in the shower.
While you wait for appointments.
Or as you walk through the park.

Oh. uh oh. Erection.

You know it's not only love dear.
That can flip the switch off.
You know it probably should be.
Maybe god fucked it up.

Oh uh oh. Erection.

It boiled up like a tower.
A monument in the park.
It's the cock of a rifle.
A memory in the dark.

You tried to keep it a secret.
But now the world's gonna know.
You tried for perfection.

But then oh uh oh. erection.
oh uh oh. erection.

. . .


The news has got me paranoid
Papers and the news reports
Casualties of every war
Anchor people keeping score
The weapons now are chemicals
In water and in edibles
Circulating envelopes
And powder through the postal route

The threat of a disease is here
We nipped it once without a cure
It took forever 'til it stopped
The mandatory needle shots
They gave us all a little dose
To teach our bodies how to cope
Finally when we had it licked
Some terrorists are back with it

The propagandas working now
I'm falling for it hook and reel
I'm stocking up on medicine
Buying tape to seal ourself in

Paranoia! (x12)

Paranoia attack,
Paranoia war,
Paranoia seems like a bomb.

Paranoia threat,
Paranoia fact,
Paranoia drops bombs.

Paranoia.

. . .


eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht,
viscious counter pop erosion revolution 101.

drop kick the punks.
we want a change.
blaspheme the pop.
call out the freaks.
pay off the jockeys,
then call the cops.
queue up the news reporting company trucks.

hoist the antenna – pirate the waves.
dust off the tables and broadcast the plates.
amp the fly trap plant called venus and jab a cold fork in the speaker.

ah were force fed pop cultures shit.
we’re staying up late thinking “what the fuck is this?”.

eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht,
viscious counter pop erosion revolution 101.

. . .


I've seen you a while now, long enough to be close
There's some things about you that I should know, I still don't
With all the questions we didn't ask, our conversations could never last
Our moments alone were scarce and few, it was just easier to hide the truth

If all of our secrets were exposed, would we be sharing the same bed?
How about if I broke the silence at first, could I hear what you're thinking in your head?
I need to be talked to, I need to be touched, I need you to hold me, I need to feel love
And if I could open up to you, maybe I could open you up

But instead I got the phone call
"Just thought I'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all
Night again"

Phone call
"Just thought I'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all
Night again"

With all of the questions we didn't ask, our conversations could never last
I need to be talked to, I need to be touched, I need you to hold me, I need to feel love
And if I could open up to you, maybe you could open up to me
We do all the things that lovers do, I've been meaning to tell you how I feel

But instead I got the phone call
"Just thought I'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all
Night again"

Phone call
"Just thought I'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all
Night again"

. . .


don't admint you're sick
let your fit body bury it
the faintness that you feel is nothing permanent
don't buy the sickness on TV
You want the health, they want the fee
you see the adds and start to think, "I feel it coming on."

no no target market television
telephonevangelism
symptom finger
I'm gonna shut it off
gonna down all the power
I'm a doctor today
I'm curing viewers by thousands

don't admit you're sick
let your fit body bury it
the faintness that you feel is nothing permanent
you open up and let them in
it's nothing conscious
what is this?
I feel a burning in my eye
it's from the television lights

slow slow it down, wait, now decide
okay, I'm gonna shut it off
down all the power
I'm a doctor today
I'm curing viewers by thousands

do you have to get the shit they sell?
the pills that fix the way you feel
now that they've shown you what to get
you feel it coming on

low, low, lowdown high paid
primetime capsule maker
sickness lover
I'm gonna shut if off
down all the power
Im a doctor today
I'm curing viewers by thousands

. . .


In the beginning there was semen,
In a deep mouth of flesh,
At the crest I travelled,
On a wave of virile mass.

Through a tunnel of mucus,
And on toward a vault,
With tourists and traffic,
I just paced myself.

Not "I" as my whole self,
Just the half that I had,
Before greeting the rest,
Of my better half.

A connection was made,
Through the shared love of science,
And vows were taken,
A seed was hired.

A cavern of fluid,
Brought shape to my hide,
In the months that remained,
Til the time of my life.

I thrashed for the reason,
Of spilling from the crack,
To the palms of the doctor,
To a towel full of scraps.

My brains wouldn't fit,
Through her organ of sex,
An incision was made,
With a scalpel and masks.

I should have noticed the beauty,
And not how it hurt,
Wet like a cherry,
In the bloodbath of birth.

. . .


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