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released June 5, 2012

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Nigel & The Dropout Detroit, Michigan

The Detroit based two piece looped themselves into a spacious soundscape filled with soaring guitars clashing with heavily chopped samples, hard hitting percussion, ambient synth and layered vocal harmonies.

A nightmare of tangled cables and dazzling lights illuminate a performance void of the inhuman laptop automation and sequencing seen far too often today.

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Track Name: Feat. Vacuum
I’m tired of waiting in line
Waiting for a sound or time
Like a needle waiting in the hay
But now I’ve found a place to stay
Away
From me
I’m begging at your feet
‘Cuz these cuts they won’t heal

Well I’m willing to lay down the line
Just so you can have the time
To tell the ones you love that you realize
They can’t do enough, no more acting tough
Even if it won’t get through I swear we’ll be there for you
For you

I want you to draw a line
Between good and feelin’ fine
So I know where to go when you’re feelin’ low
‘Cuz I don’t care about your lonely stare
When you’re blaming me for another fantasy
Don’t put your fucking hands on

Well I’m willing to lay down the line
Just so you can have the time
To tell the ones you love that you realize
They can’t do enough, no more acting tough
Even if it won’t get through I swear we’ll be there for you
Track Name: Dictator Tots
In light of you I think it’s better not to be tomorrow
In plenty waits another teething bored and sorrow
Fear will lay another latex broken salty minded
When in hospital beds, we wait for you, we wait for you to save us

When will she learn how can he fake
Pretend saving her was not mistake
How does the surgeon feel in early morning
When in hospital beds, we wait for you, we wait for you to save us

The father that you once knew is further than you’ll ever know
and even if you wanted to it’s completely up to where you go
x2

But you can’t fly
(repeat until end)
Track Name: Live for Failure
Wanted to be
Everything you said you’d be
But now you’re home and all alone
When we asked, we hoped, it wasn’t true
You showed us what it means to be as blue as you

But you don’t need a thing except your diamond heart and ring
To cut away the stone, nothing to hear but the lonely tone
of a broken television
of a broken television

So relax
It’s just a tax
On the places that you’ll be
In our prison you’ll be free
But you don’t


With a bottle on your brain
Good and bad are all the same
See an error in your stare
Why alone is only fair
x5
Track Name: Monica's Monocle Chronicles
To the casket quickly for the young folks
Where the old ones teach us how to die
While it might be sad when they finally leave
At least you get to say goodbye, goodbye

Well six minutes at a time we’re barely here
and your eyes are reflecting the lonely fear
of a moment
about to end
just pretend
I’m not
Gone

To the concert quickly for the young folks
Where the old ones teach us how to fly
While it might be fun for a little while
We won’t remember when we say goodbye, goodbye

Sing a happy song, with lonely words
Stuck to the ground with the broken birds
You’re feelin’ around without a stick and then
You’re wondering why you feel so sick again
Look up, and stare at the sun
You shed a tear because the shine is almost done
About to end
Just pretend
It’s not
Track Name: Consent For Lent
Technically we still came out ahead
Somewhere between here and my aching fucking head
Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned

Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands
and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge

With a broken voice on a telephone
You look for a place to call alone
I am here, I am near and I won’t say no

In a familiar drug sick state of grace
Where a beautiful song is a beautiful place

Supposedly we still came out ahead
Somewhere between here and what wasn’t said
Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned

Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands
and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge

With a broken voice on a telephone
You look for a place to call alone
I am here, I am near and I won’t say no


Getting lost is not a waste of time
If you find a space and pace of mind

Getting lost is not a waste of time
If you find a space and pace of mind
Try so hard to moments waste
Just to feel a colors taste
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me