Back Ted N-Ted

Back Ted N-Ted

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Biography

New Wave For the 21st Century:
Phoenix, Arizona based Ryan Breen programs computers to wear their hearts on their sleeves.
He instructs them to be human, to dance and to be heartbroken.
The songs are digital lockets filled with raw lyrical emotion; precisely engineered and architecturally sound.
To go to a Back Ted N-Ted show is to journey downtown. The indie rock sensibilities shine through and the fine edits mingle with human dexterity. Guitars shimmer, and Breen is the catalyst. Rock clubs become discotheques and even the stiffest of cross-armed hipsters find their joints twitching along with the rhythms their ears are confronted with.
Back Ted N-Ted not only invokes movement, it is one. Half musical act, half producer Ryan Breen has colluded with many including Imogen Heap, The Medic Droid, Chronic Future, Lymbyc Systym, Coppe, Miniature Tigers, and is the "staff producer" of new Epic imprint Modern Art Records.
At last, his own work has been condensed into a solid, cohesive statement "A Jet Made of Limos". The entire album is written, recorded, produced, and mixed by Breen.
It is a pop animal that found it's way in from the street.
Set to be released next year on Modern Art.....Back Ted N-Ted looks to bring the sound of Phoenix after dark into your life.

Lyrics

Hookie

Written By: Back Ted N-Ted

The Phone calls,
the dinner.
Phone calls,
the dinner, dinner, dinner.
Leave the car beside the road,
beside the road, beside the road.
The silent train.
The silent train,
a big wind, a big wind, follows, follows.
Endless skies under grey, grey.
Cold private affairs, affairs.

She can't hold the folding chair, the chair.

Knees buckle...
Knees buckle...

She won't stop.

Closed closed doors and breaking brooms.

Boom boom.

Awake too late, too late.

We communicate through song, through song,
and words over pulses...

I left her for better.
I left her for better, better, better.
Breathe easy workflow driven,
lopsided car rides, car rides.
Break down the patterns, patterns.
The bedroom fails.
the bedroom fails, fails.
Stored up and indiscreet.
Bring bring friends together.

knees buckle.

She can't hold the folding chair, the chair.

Knees buckle...
Knees buckle...

She won't stop.

Closed closed doors and breaking brooms.

Boom boom.

Awake too late, too late.

We communicate through song, through song,
and words over pulses...

I know its gonna be hard now, hard now.
I know its gonna be hard now, hard now, hard now.
So just tell me what you want now, what you, what you want now,
what you want now, what you what you want.

She can't hold the folding chair, the chair.

Knees buckle...
Knees buckle...

She won't stop.

Closed closed doors and breaking brooms.

Boom boom.

Awake too late, too late.

We communicate through song, through song,
and words over pulses..

She can't hold the folding chair, the chair.

Knees buckle...
Knees buckle...

The War Is Over

Written By: Back Ted N-Ted


The War Is Over!

Turn on the t.v. the radio, go buy a magazine.
Look around all the headlines will read:

"The lake is calm, the worries gone, the broken hearts are mended.
Its been tough and its been hard but now we're through it."

Turn on the t.v. the radio, go buy a magazine.
Look around all the headlines will read:

"Get together in the streets and celebrate it!
Call up your loved ones, get together celebrate it!"

The War Is Over!

We've all been sad, we've all been broken hearted.
We've all lost loved ones, we've all forgotten how this started.

The clouds are parting, the sky is opening above us.
All our worries disappear here right before us.

Lets throw a party for our friends, tie up of all our loose ends,
lets forget about the things that are gloomy overhead,
cause the war is over!
Because the war is over!

The War Is Over!

Its been so long.

Everything has come to this.

Turn on the t.v. the radio, go buy a magazine.
Look around all the headlines will read:

Discography

The Hookie E.P