Talk Shows on Mute by Incubus

To be honest, I feel that I haven't written about a lot of Incubus. I have a feeling that I shouldn't talk about this band that much and much of their songs, I just don't know why.

This band has never failed me with all of their releases. I'm not much of an Incubus addict compared to when I was still in college, but I still regard them as one of the best bands out there in terms of lyrics and sonic territory.

Talk Shows on Mute is one of the radio-ready songs in the A Crow Left of The Murder album. I like the synth-like part at the start of the song that follows the guitar. Just overall a solid song that I would listen to at days when I don't feel good about myself.

Take a bow, pack on powder,
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights,
Pay an audience to care,
'Impress me' personality.

Still and transfixed,
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face.
Enjoy you from the chemical,
Comfort of America.

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eighty-four
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, Camera, Transaction

Quick, your time is almost up.
Make all forget that they're the moth,
Edging in towards the flame,
Burn into obscurity.

Still and transfixed,
The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate.
And judge you from the card castle,
Comfort of America.

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eighty-four
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, Camera... yeah.

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eighty-four
Yeah, three, two one
Lights, Camera, Transaction

Lights, Camera, Transaction

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eighty-four
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, Camera, Transaction

Your foundation is canyoning,
Fault lines should be worn with pride.
I hate to say you're so much more.
You're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off.