Can't Stay Dead

by VAS

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Lyrics:

Tongue-tied words of disappointment
Stitched up lies to shame your daughter
Her skies are darker now
Her eyes are lower now
No breath in the flood of separation

The disease is more than color
We're separated from our Lover
We cannot fake our friends
or fight until the death

We can't stay dead
We can't stay dead
We can't stay dead

We still stand above oppression
Above the lies that chain our wrists
We can be stronger now
Break out of the pattern somehow
There’s hope for the kingdom of our freedom

We are idiots to Love
Complacent with confusion and fear
We don't like to admit that hate still exists
Hemmed up in our skin

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released February 8, 2016

Andrew Elder - Songwriter, Composer, Vocals, Piano
Tim Kanter - Vocals
Ian Duren - Vocals, Percussion
Charles Stout - Vocals
Nick Toebbe - Audio Engineer

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VAS Memphis, Tennessee

VAS is a project by Memphis Singer/Songwriter Andrew Elder with guitarist Tim Kanter, bassist Charles Stout, and drummer Ian Duren. These songs have taken on a Post-Rock feel while still keeping to the accessible Indie-Pop sound. Pulling influence from current Electronic Indie-pop and nostalgic punk and hardcore bands from high school to create a post-rock element not often heard in Indie-Pop. ... more

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Track Name: Can't Stay Dead
Tongue-tied words of disappointment
Stitched up lies to shame your daughter
Her skies are darker now
Her eyes are lower now
No breath in the flood of separation

The disease is more than color
We're separated from our Lover
We cannot fake our friends
or fight until the death

We can't stay dead
We can't stay dead
We can't stay dead

We still stand above oppression
Above the lies that chain our wrists
We can be stronger now
Break out of the pattern somehow
There’s hope for the kingdom of our freedom

We are idiots to Love
Complacent with confusion and fear
We don't like to admit that hate still exists
Hemmed up in our skin