They've recorded two albums and one EP under the Electric President moniker, all available under the German imprint Morr Music, with a third to be released in early 2010 on Fake Four Inc. They've had songs on television and in various short films. They both came from DIY ideas of making music, and as such record all their music in a tool shed and a bedroom with a handful of recording gear. Apparently, this gives them cred.
They hope to one day be incredibly rich from their music so they can buy an airplane and set it on fire without ever using it. To burn that sucker simply because they can, and to stand by and drink expensive wine and laugh manically until it explodes.
Good Morning Hypocrite
Electric President Lyrics
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Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing ...
I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing ...
And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond.
And you didn't blink.
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough.
Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.
Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts
The song Good Morning Hypocrite by Electric President talks about the norms of modern society and how it has evolved from nature to concrete jungles. The opening lines "Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart. Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part" highlight the theme of how modern civilization has been developed at the cost of natural resources, and how society has become disconnected from nature. The lyrics further talk about the desire for simple things and an escape from the complexities of modern life. The lines "I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free, And I can sing" reflect the need for a peaceful and simple life, where one can enjoy the little things and take time to appreciate them.
The song also touches upon the lack of emotional connection in modern society. The lines "Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines. These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat" imply that although we have achieved great heights with technological advances, we have lost touch with the emotional aspect of life. The lyrics also express a sense of isolation and being lost in the chaos of modern life. The lines "Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts" signify the feeling of being haunted by unresolved thoughts and feelings amidst the hustle and bustle of life.
Overall, the song Good Morning Hypocrite is a commentary on the impact of modernity on society and the yearning for simplicity and emotional connection.
Line by Line Meaning
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.
The roads feel lifeless and void of emotion, despite their resemblance to a vital organ.
Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
Urbanization and the destruction of natural habitats are the result of human activity on the planet.
I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
The singer no longer relates to modern society's obsession with material possessions and high-tech gadgets.
Climbed from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd fallen from my head, And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond.
The singer struggled with overwhelming thoughts, and felt like they were drowning in their own mind.
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
The end of the day felt like a loss, with the sun disappearing from sight.
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
The singer feels justified in wallowing in self-pity due to their struggles, despite realizing it's a negative behavior portrayed in media.
Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines. These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.
Humans are made up of biological machines that function mechanically, but the heart is the only organ capable of feeling emotions.
Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
Society values superficial interactions and flashy lifestyles over genuine connections and substance.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow. Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
People are constantly striving for more and reaching out for something intangible in the midst of artificial and impersonal surroundings.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window. The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
The sounds and sights of city life are a constant presence that the singer is growing increasingly weary of.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes. Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts
The singer has become disillusioned with mysticism and instead experiences mental anguish, feeling haunted by their own thoughts.
Writer(s): Benjamin P. Cooper, Alexander P. Kane Copyright: Penny Farthing Music O.B.O. Roy Berry Works
Contributed by Ian S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.