Whole Lotta Blood (b​/​w The Struggle)

by Marco Polio

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'Marco Polio’s “The Struggle,” a firsthand description of — mental illness? drug addiction? general failure to thrive? — distinguished by its singer’s unsettled Lou-Reed-meets-Fred-Schneider vocal quirks.'

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released September 26, 2013

On this release Marco Polio is:
Matt Hall: Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, drum programming, vocals, lyrics, engineering, mixing

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Track Name: Whole Lotta Blood (What Kind of World is This?)
What kind of world is this?
What kind of world is this where it's socially acceptable to see and know that you're okay, but it's not okay to tell you that I'm happy for you?
What kind of world is this?
What kind of world is this where it's socially acceptable to kill people with remote control robots? What the fuck?
What kind of world is this?
What kind of world is this where I have your attention for the length of a song, but when the show is all over, our connection is all but gone?
And we won't discuss what's happening to us, can't come to a conclusion.
And we won't discuss how we're all fucked, we don't like the solution.
We know it's gonna take a whole lotta blood.
A whole lotta blood, a whole lotta blood.
It's gonna take a whole lotta blood from us, whether we like it or not.
Track Name: The Struggle
Feel the stiffness in the back of your throat,
try to walk around.
Stay busy, stay cold.
Watch the river, feel old.
Fight the urge to walk into traffic.

Confuse everyone you love.
Feel paranoid, feel crazy.
Who are you today, can you even say?
Who were you just an hour ago?

It gets easier sometimes.
Sometimes you make a good first impression.
Write a letter to yourself when you escape from hell,
write it down before your clarity passes.

If there were darker days than this, I don’t remember.
If there were darker days than this then I don’t remember.
If there were darker days than this, I don’t remember,
I can’t remember,
I can’t remember,
I can’t remember much of anything.