We Have The Technology, by Protest Kids

We Have The Technology

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1.	Vodka Sunrise 03:05	lyrics

2.	Much To Discuss 04:11	lyrics

3.	She Was Real 04:09	lyrics

4.	Amazed 02:10 video	lyrics

5.	The Widow And Her Money 05:07	lyrics

6.	Same Shit Different Planet 02:13	lyrics

7.	On Your Mind 02:21	lyrics

8.	Can't Go Home 04:01	lyrics

9.	Joy 05:35	lyrics

10.	Wish We Could Argue 03:40	lyrics

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released November 24, 2018

All music: John Brownell and Protest Kids
All words: John Brownell except She Was Real by John Brownell and Flora Elizabeth Brownell

All songs recorded, mixed and mastered by John in his basement

Album art and design by Donna Brownell (brownelldesign.com)
Photo by Amy Donovan (amydonovanphotography.com)

Protest Kids are:
John Brownell: guitars, vocals, keys, computers
Ryan Farley: guitars, vocals
Dan Strachan: drums, vocals
John Fleming: basses

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Protest Kids Missoula, montana

Former members of Secret Powers and Oblio Joes.

Origin story here: www.facebook.com/protestkids/posts/1472024756151353

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Track Name: Vodka Sunrise: When the cupboard’s dry
So am I
So I keep a secret stash from prying eyes

I hope they never see me fall
So I sit or stand close to a wall
Or at least I hope they never catch my lying down

The TV tells me everything’s fine
And it’s okay if I don’t make my bed
Looking out my window at the vodka sunset

Hoping I sleep tonight

When the doorbell or phone intrude
On whatever it is that I do
It recalls some time and place that I once knew

But they’re never gonna see my fall
Because I’ll get on my knees and crawl
At least I hope they’ll never catch me hiding from their sound

I think I started too soon
I started too soon
Looking out my window at the vodka moon

Hoping I sleep tonight

Shuffling through fragmented scenes
From yesterday or was it last week?
And does it even matter now?

The time comes to open my eyes
And I realize they are already wide
And it looks like it’ll be another vodka sunrise
Track Name: Much To Discuss: We have much to discuss about all the new things I know
We have much to discuss about all the things that I learned so long ago
But have you seen?
In the papers and on TV?
They’re talking about you
And not about me
It’s like they don’t even know

We have much to discuss about what you did while I went unseen
But not really gone but not really here but how could that be?
I’ve got a hunch
And it’s probably right
That there’s more to the story than
I woke up tonight
And it was all a dream

We have much to discuss

We have much to discuss about politics, religion, and history
Much to discuss about what makes you you and what makes me me
Well we can chat all you want
When indeed we have time
But right now we don’t
So look me in the eye
And do as I plead

We have much to discuss

Sometimes it seems
Like the structure of the world
Reveals itself all around me as I explore and observe
I turn my head
The universe unfurls
Each nanosecond that passes
my eyes can’t explain but by brain just gives it a whirl

We have much to discuss about your new diagnosis
That the doctors in lab coats read from their lab notes while holding their noses
I don’t know
If I can do this anymore
The lines get so blurred sometimes
That I can’t see where the wall meets the floor

We have much to discuss

Sometimes it seems
Like the structure of the world
Creates itself all around me as I explore and observe
I turn my head
The universe unfurls
Each and every moment my peripheral vision can’t explain
Because everything has changed
So fast my eyes can’t sustain
But my curious brain
Just gives it a whirl
Track Name: She Was Real: He decided at the age of sixteen
This isn’t any contest anyway he’s no beauty queen
He lived alone with his mom
And a deaf old cat named Major Tom

She decided at about the same time
Living without reason don’t mean she can’t live with a rhyme
She lived alone in the winter in his head
With a new hair-do and a summer dress

And then they met

Late one night with his mom and cat fast asleep
Staring at the ceiling of his bedroom counting sheep
A damsel in distress in a castle keep

That’s when he heard her name for the first time
Her voice a whisper in the wind in the moonlight
And it felt like the call was coming from inside

In the middle of the night

He felt his room falling out of reach
She touched the walls
While he slept through a dreamless rest
She didn’t know he was there
He didn’t know she was real

She was real

He woke up with his whole world caving in
Saw her shadow on the wall like a phantom limb
His grasp on reality wearing thin

That’s when he sensed her presence in the real world
He was never a boy she was always a girl
She embraced the things he denied

In the middle of the night
Track Name: Amazed: Why aren’t you amazed to be a part of this game?
Because I’ve been feeling amazed that you don’t feel the same
And while everybody else in the world seems at peace with their places
Oh darling, you feel ashamed

I’ll admit I get afraid when I open the gate
And start mucking around in some other place
While everybody else in the world walks around in their dazes
Oh darling, I am amazed
Track Name: The Widow And Her Money: "Let her”
That's what I said to the guard
Regarding the widow and her money

I’m her debtor
She’s gonna finally see the view she bought me
From this 18th floor penthouse suite

Where the Detroit skyline
Flips me off every night
And I return the sentiment

Better
A better bettor would have cashed out
And fled for the Gulf Coast

But my sweaters
Have retained Most Favored Status
Right here in my top dresser drawer

Where they share the antique air
With some cocaine and cab fare
And a revolver loaded with a prayer
And a handwritten letter care of

The widow and her money

Years of confusion and running around
I kind of fell asleep within
until reawakened by my sins
"I think that you've been found sir
The widow she is down here.
Should I let her in?"

And you know what I said?
"Let her"

The Detroit skyline
Has been witness to all my crime
And I can feel its steely eye
As for the first and last time
I greet the widow and her money
Track Name: Same Shit Different Planet: They can melt these ice caps
They can dig new valleys
Terraform the whole planet
But they won’t change me

I can hide but I can’t flee
I don’t have the technology

They can build themselves a palace
Fill it with friends and family
They can start collecting taxes
But they’ll never tax me

I can hide but I can’t see
Any way out of this for me

Oh we were happy to go
We arrived with the 3rd Wave full of loneliness and hope
Oh but what do you know
Instead of building something better the 1st Wave took control

Same shit, different planet
Track Name: On Your Mind: I was standing in the grocery line
When I noticed that I caught your eye
Now I’m on your mind

Now no matter where you’ll be
You’ll always think of me
I’ll be on your mind

All the time
All the time
I'll be on your mind

You'll be sitting at the desk at your job
Crunching numbers and ignoring Bob
And I'll be on your mind

Or maybe setting the table for dinner
Buttering the bread for your bread winner
And I'll be on your mind

All the time
All the time
I'll be on your mind
Track Name: Can't Go Home: If I was born in a concocted town built by imaginary men
If my imaginary friends were the only ones I could depend on
If they didn’t want to hurt me but that is what they did
Would I have run away and hid
To find a boy can’t run from his imagination?

Imagine the frustration

If I was born in New Orleans instead of just passing through
If I hadn’t met that dude who told me I could make a quick buck or two
If I made it up to Michigan like everybody expected
Would I have run away and hid?
Because a man can run from the shit that really happens

But I never made it back to the bus station
Imagine the frustration
I finally find a little piece of mind
And now I can go anywhere but I can’t go home

If I showed up on your doorstep acting like I didn’t care
A rye smile on my face and dirty hair
Would you offer up your guest room?
It could be like my own place
The truth is even if I could come home I wouldn’t want to stay

Imagine the frustration
I finally find one little piece of mind
Now I can go anywhere but I can’t go home
Track Name: Joy: Joy looks down
At the milk on the ground
Like the rest of this junk
She knows I won’t clean it up

I’ll be sitting around
Gene Autry’s voice will be the only sound
Coming from some ancient cassette
From God knows when

Joy picks her book up off the floor
Blows me a kiss
And walks to the door

Joy I’m no clown
And I can hear how you pray
In hush hush tones
To keep the Devil at bay

I’ve got a bottle and a frown
And if you leave again today
I’m turning one upside-down
And the other one will stay

You remind me of my dad
A little less smart perhaps
But a lot less sad

Joy still rides her bicycle
With rusty wheels and broken spokes
As if there’s someone out there worth talking to
When Joy is gone I might as well
Let this whole place go to hell
Her little book no longer gets me through
‘Cause not a word of it was true

Joy knew no bounds
When she came home to stay
It was a beautiful day
But I said things that I can’t unsay

Then word came down
That it was time to evacuate
But we stood our ground
In this evacuated state

There’s no more cars on the road
But Joy still takes the bike path
Everywhere she goes

Joy still rides her bicycle
With rusty wheels and broken spokes
As if there’s someone out there worth talking to
When Joy is gone I might as well
Let this whole place go to hell
Her little book no longer gets me through
‘Cause not a word of it was true

Joy still rides her bicycle
With rusty wheels and broken spokes
As if there’s someone out there worth talking to
When Joy is gone I might as well
Let this whole place burn in hell
Her little book no longer gets me through
‘Cause not a word of it was true

Joy looks down at the milk on the ground
And she starts to laugh
Track Name: Wish We Could Argue: The first time that I talked to you
I told you to get your friends and the fuck out of my house
I motioned to my sister passed out on the couch
And I could tell by your face you thought "this little kid's no slouch"
And you got the fuck out

Little did I know then
You would end up being my brother and my friend
Not that we didn't fight because God knows we did
We fought about everything from religion and politics
Ooooh
To nuclear physics
It’s true
Who was the best with chopsticks
Not you

But one thing we never fought about was music

The last time that I talked to you
Your only concern was what I was gonna do
About my broken heart even though you had one too
Now that you're gone I wish that we could argue

Or just talk about music
I wanna talk about music