American New Low

by Raised on TV

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Is my country getting dumber?
Are the dumb people getting louder?
You scream it seems that no one really hears you
So here we go, new day, new low
new day, new low, new low

You’re a mob inspired frenzy
And you never fail to be offending
It’s all a dream it seems it’s never ending
So here we go, new day, new low
new day, new low, new low

Haven’t we been here?
Haven’t we learned this?
A lapse in memory
Maybe a death wish
Fear is the wall inside us all
Tear it down to see
We’re failing history
and it’s a big miss

When did the show become reality?
You can’t turn this off, it’s not TV!
A dream between a nightmare and insanity
So here we go, new day, new low
new day, new low, new low

Haven’t we been here?
Haven’t we learned this?
A lapse in memory
Maybe a death wish
Fear is the wall inside us all
Tear it down to see
We’re failing history
and it’s a big miss

It’s a big miss
It’s a big miss
When did the show become reality?

credits

released October 13, 2016
Guitar and lead vocals: Keaton Rogers
Bass and background vocals: Ryan Weiss
Drums: Kacey Greenwood
Written by Keaton Rogers (BMI)

Produced and mixed by Stephen Boyd

Recorded at Doc Boyd Audio in Oakland, CA
DocBoydAudio.com

Eagle model: Ryan Weiss

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RaisedOnTVband@gmail.com

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Raised on TV Los Angeles, California

A fiery, alternative rock trio from the City of Angels. An ocean breeze, a dirty van, three guys reaching for the horizon and making something bigger than themselves. Sounds of SoCal, soaring arena riffs, dreamy melodies, catchy anthem-like hooks. They are eager to build the bridge from Woodstock to Coachella. ... more

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