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Indie Rock, Art Rock, Avant-garde
Tv On The Radio (often abbreviated to TVOTR) is a New York City indie rock band formed in 2001 whose music spans genres as diverse as free jazz, a cappella/doo-wop, soul, shoegaze, trip-hop and electro. The group has released several EPs including their debut Young Liars (2003), and two acclaimed albums, 2004's Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes and their most recent, Return to Cookie Mountain (2006), which received wider notice and appeared near the top of several end-of-year lists. Rolling Stone magazine voted it the fourth best album of the year, and Spin voted the band as 2006 Artist of the Year. Wikipedia
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Say say my playmate wont you lay hands on me mirror my malady transfer my tragedy | | Got a curse i cannot lift shines when the sunset shifts when the moon is round and full gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish | | My mind's aflame | | We could jet in a stolen car but i bet we wouldnt get too far before the transformation takes and bloodlust tanks and crave gets slaked | My mind has changed my bodys frame but god i like it my hearts aflame my bodys strained but god i like it | | My mind has changed my bodys frame but god i like it my hearts aflame my bodys strained but god i like it | Charge me your day rate ill turn you out in kind when the moon is round and full gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind baby doll i recognize you're a hideous thing inside if ever there were a lucky kind it's you you you you | | I know its strange another way to get to know you you'll never know unless we go so let me show you i know its strange another way to get to know you we've got till noon here comes the moon so let it show you show you now | Dream me oh dreamer down to the floor open my hands and let them weave onto yours | | Feel me, completer down to my core open my heart and let it bleed onto yours | Feeding on fever down all fours show you what all that howl is for | | Hey hey my playmate let me lay waste to thee burned down their hanging trees it's hot here hot here hot here hot here | Got a curse we cannot lift shines when the sunshine shifts there's a cure comes with a kiss the bite that binds the gift that gives | | now that we got gone for good writhing under your riding hood tell your gra'ma and your mama too it's true we're howling forever |
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