"Target" as written by and Tom Scott....
it's cold outside and my hands are dry skin is cracked and i realize that i hate the sound of guitars a thousand grudging young millionaires forcing silence sucking sound forced into this conversation so i shine let their planets collide this is the darkening down of my mind we could be making it oiling like crime we could be making it staking last dimes if you want to seize the sound you don't need a reservation the torch is passed it's yours to return lay at their feet now use it to burn for marketing the use of the word generation a false alliance of money persuading forcing silence sound sucking forced into this conversation now if you want to seize the sound you don't need a reservation so open so young so target i can smell your heart you're a target


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"Target" as written by Tom Scott

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    General Commentthis song is rail against the corporate record industry.
    marginxxwalkeron February 14, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti agree, a tirade against corporate rock, and a stale music scene. But also a call to arms, a request for others to challenge genre boundaries for the sake of art rather than conform to shift units...
    KafkasCaton February 28, 2008   Link

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