The People I Know & even the People I Knew

by Animal Holograms

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released 18 December 2014

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Animal Holograms Chicago, Illinois

Influenced by the sounds of Autolux, Elliott Smith, Radiohead, Tame Impala, The Doors, Big Star, My Bloody Valentine and Of Montreal among many others, Animal Holograms is a psych-garage rock/electropop/experimental group from Chicago, IL.

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Track Name: A Frenchman
Blood no longer runs through my veins
Everybody in my dreams is trying to kill me
Open up your lie, and talk with me tonight
And let's get inside
Inside

I just might be down enough on my luck
to consider opening up old wounds
I just might be scared enough of my dark
to entrust my embarrassment with you

My shadows talks
And I'll listen to it

Desperado, Frenchman lying down on the couch
I am walking by
an official by my side
There's a plot to have my killed under these hallways lights

A junkie kickin' his habit falls out of his habitat
My chance to grab at that gun
I shoot and run
The hit man hired to do me in is just behind
Track Name: Psychaosis
You've been wrong lying to your daughter
And I've been long, longing for a partner
But you don't know how many people ask

I've been gone just a little bit longer
With every time I get a little stronger
But you don't know how many people ask

We've been calling out on all our names
The same way we do it in the games in our heads
I'm dead, we're dead, but together we might feel alive

You've been wrong lying to your daughter
And I've been long, longing for a partner
But you don't know how many people ask

I've been gone just a little bit longer
With every time I get a little stronger
But you don't know how many people ask

And know I never wanted to believe in you
Now that I can never be in love again
And everything thing that I'm dying for has come true
Its nothing too, like constant climbing stairs...
Track Name: Snakes & Birds
You were stranded on an ice burg
And I do not want to
Come and rescue you
Morning light means melting time
And what it means to be alive

I believe in no belief
But I also believe in noble evil though
I know that there exists love
In my feathered scales

I'm a snake and a bird
I'm a fool to believe in you
But know words that can reverse the worst of curses

Inside, outside
What's the god damn difference
If all we want to feel is nothing that is whole?
I know, I'm just that slow and old
Track Name: Art of Sleep
A cup of red to turn down
the static of the internal radio
Eyes are bleeding black
From holding back
Everything that Philemon
Has demanded of our Sun
Into us

A couple white and greens now
I'm feeling like I may be able to sleep
But I don't want to drift too far away
From my memory of this
fleeting moment of our Sun
Into us, into us, into us

How come I always feel like I'm drowning in the art of sleep?
I can never catch my breath long enough, its the art of sleep

A double with my sixteen
Shaken with the stiff and lax benzene ring
Coupling with the rest of my chemical mess
I don't need a hero to make a model of just our Sun
Into us

Some trouble with my focus
I think I'm double or there are just two moons
I'm not amused now that I can't differentiate
I need to fixate on one thing, oh look! Our Sun
Into us, into us, into us

I don't want to feel it when
I slip between right now and then
Can't you give me something
So that I'm not feeling?
When I am passed through the hole
In the wall where I play my role
Everybody is outside, nobody is inside
Everybody is inside, nobody is inside

How come I always feel like I'm drowning in the art of sleep?
I can never catch my breath long enough, its the art of sleep
How come I always feel like I'm drowning in the art of sleep?
I can never catch my breath long enough, its the art of sleep