'Cellphone's Dead' from The Information (2006, lyrics below) Performed on KCRW's 'Morning Becomes Eclectic'
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CELLPHONE'S DEAD

Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
and I threw it away
Been a long time
since a federal dime
made a jukebox sound
like a mirror in my mind
I need to to comb my worries
fix my thoughts
throw my hopes
like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
can't feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
like aerobics victims
And hybrid people
light a wooded matchstick
and the toxic fumes
burning like plastic
And they're talkin' down
with the southern accents
Voodoo curses
And the bible tongues
Voices comin'
from the mangled lungs
So, give me some grit
Some get-down shit
Don't need a good reason
to let anything rip

Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I knock you out

Mr. Microphone,
make the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
like it's unlimited minutes
going through the motions
just to say that they did it
Now there's treadmills running
underneath their feet
And they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're not!
So let's put wet boots
on a warehouse floor
Comin' to you
like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
from a moving van
Grab a microphone
like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
like an S.O.S.
Get a tow truck
cause it's after dark
The dance floor's full
but everybody's double-parked!

Cellphone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I knock you out
Cellphone's dead
Hardware defective
One by one
I knock you out
One by one

Lie of the sun
Eye of the sun
Lie of the sun
Eye of the sun
Lie of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Ooooo Ahhhhhh
Ooooo Ahhhhhh...

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