If We're Not Talking

by Vivek Shraya

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Sexy electro-rock in the vein of Goldfrapp, Prince and PJ Harvey, masterfully producted by Meghan Toohey. Features Sara Quin on “Your Name.”

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released May 15, 2007

Written by Vivek Shraya.
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Meghan Toohey.
Mastered by Hans DeKline.
Vocals & vocal arrangements by Vivek Shraya.
Instrumentation & programming by Meghan Toohey.
Additional vocals on Track 2 by Sara Quin.
Art by eestorey.com.
Photography by Shemeena.

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Track Name: I Won't Envy
Do you know what it's like to want to dance
In somebody else's light?
Do you know what it's like to want to rock
With somebody else's mic?

Don't mean to be so green,
Don't mean to be so blue
A lifetime spent in blending in will do that to you.

I need a beat, a groove to dance in my own shoes--
I won't envy, I won't envy.
Track Name: Your Name
In the smallest village, a telephone
In the muted and desolate, a microphone
How many times do I have to say
Your Name for you to appear in front of me?

Let's find out:
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name

Within a single strand, a connection
Yet here's our paths without intersection
This paradox is so troubling
Shouldn't you be manifesting?

Let's find out:
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name

And I hope it wakes you
Hope it shakes when you're sleeping.
Hope it wakes you
Hope it breaks when you're sleeping, sleeping--

Let's find out:
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name, Your Name--I say
Your Name, Your Name
Track Name: Fevered
Hey baby I love the way you move--
It's not lost on me.
Hey baby I love when you bruise--
From exhausting me.

Your body is like a furnace and you're fueled to the furthest
You got me fevered, fevered, fevered, yeah.

Hey baby I love the way you sway--
It's not lost on me.
Hey baby I love your disco waste--
When it's exhausting me.

Your body is like a furnace and you're fueled to the furthest
You got me fervent, fervent, fervent, yeah.

Hey baby I love the way you move, you move
You got me fevered, fevered, fevered, yeah.
Track Name: Chemistry
You and me, we got chemistry, it flows and grows and so it go-goes yeah.

I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to your time
Like a pack of cigarettes, I'm cancering you dry
I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to your time

Cause you and me, we got chemistry, it flows and grows and so it go-goes yeah.

One in a million, one in a million--

I was never a fan of counting to ten
I was never a fan of counting to ten
One. Two. Three was all I had in me

Cause you and me, we got chemistry, it flows and grows and so it go-goes yeah.

This could be the day that we die, die--
So I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to your time

You and me, we got chemistry, it flows and grows and so it go-goes yeah.

One in a million, one in a million.
Track Name: Power
Sometimes I am a red light, a roller coaster ride
I go to danger, I go to danger, I go to suicide.
I blur until I remember--
You choose me
(I wonder if it's ever going to stop)

Most times I am synchronized, the wheels aligned.
I go my pattern, I go my pattern, I go in stride
But I burst when I remember--

You choose me
(I wonder if it's ever going to stop)

It's not the way, or when or why these cells die that matters
It's the choices made that give these cells a resonance, a power--

And you choose me
(I wonder if it's ever going to stop)
Track Name: NegativeOne
In my, in my head I start at NegativeOne
If that is a fact
If that is the truth,
Then it really must take two.
Is that why, zero and I are quite alike--

Does it always come back
To simple math?
One plus one or the one that you lack--

In combat, I start at NegativeOne
Right from the attack,
I can't ever hold back
Open fire until I expire.
Is that why, zero and I are quite alike--

Does it always come back
To simple math?
One plus one or the one that you lack--
Track Name: Scratch
Stay. Stay the fuck away.
Or stay and I'll have that pound.
Fair. Fair is fair and an ounce for an ounce.

It could be easy--

Turn. Turn the other way.
Or turn around, we'll duke it out.
Scratch. That's why I am your match.
Scratch until we're back to scratch

It could be easy--

I don't care to be the better person,
I aim freely below the belt.
And if you'd ask it of me, I'd give it willingly
First you must be ready to stay--
Stay the fuck away.
Or stay and we will trade
Teeth. A tooth for a tooth.
No one will suspect a ruse.

It could be easy--

(No one will suspect.)
Track Name: If We're Not Talking
It's 8am, day starting,
I'm not wondering
If it's going to rain, if I'm going to be late
I'm thinking just one thing:

How can I, how can I, how am I going to make--contact.

It's afternoon, home sweet home soon
But I'm barely aware
I'm out in space, putting out as much of me as I can spare:

How can I, how can I, how am I going to make--contact.

If we're not talking, if we're not touching, what are we?

It's 11pm, everyone's sleeping or at least on their way
I'm still awake, still contemplating, waiting for a collision today:

How can I, how can I, how am I going to make--contact.

If we're not talking, if we're not touching, what are we?
Track Name: SOS
There is stress on the strands, the bands that bind this freight intact.
Since when was a working engine the thing that keeps a train from moving?

(I know where you live.)

There is stress on the brakes, too many false alarms and false takes.
Since when was not slipping on the tracks the thing that was holding us back?

(I know where you live.)

There's no rest for these strands--
We're too used to taking the mileage over the best.
And since when was it discipline to know where you live?

(I know where you live.)