The New Digital Sound

The New Digital Sound

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The New Digital Sound is an Alt-rock band w/electroniks from Boston, Ma. They are working with Amnesty International to raise awareness about global human rights issues. A portion of the profits from the sale of the upcoming release "Species Protector" will be donated to Amnesty.

Biography

The idea behind The New Digital Sound started around 1995 in dirty basements strewn throughout various Massachusetts suburbs by Copelinn. His D. I. Y. approach was a result of frustration with the then dead local band scene. Early NDS songs were recorded using no more than a multitude of guitar stomp boxes, outdated drum machines, and simple analog four track tape recorders. While the early recordings were crude and imperfect, they showed a glimmer as to what direction Copelinn and The New Digital Sound would go.

It was around this time that Copelinn discovered artists such as Moby, DJ Shadow, Roni Size, Atari Teenage Riot, William Orbit, Underworld, The Pixies, The Clash, Tricky, Nine Inch Nails, Front 242, Joy Division, KMFDM, My Life With Thrill Kill Cult, Marilyn Manson and others. He found himself completely enamored with the idea of self-production and computer technology to achieve it. In 1999, amidst pre millennium hysteria, he befriended The Jack Bohlen Book Club brainchild Kevin Murphy while working a local record store. It was a result of this friendship that Copelinn then began his ever changing production style and D. I. Y. approach to musical creation: create the most dissonant music possible using technology. Armed with an HP Pavilion computer, he began writing his first album, which became a self-titled debut released in 2001. The album, all things considered, was a success -- garnering airplay, reviews, downloads and CD sales worldwide.

In early 2004, Copelinn returned to his studio to produce a follow-up entitled, "The Depressed American Dream," which was released in April of 2005. Again, after receiving similar success, The New Digital Sound had determined its' fate and direction in the indie music scene. After recieving more than 50,000 downloads on Bearshare.com for the track "Exclude 17", The New Digital Sound was starting to attract an ever-increasing fanbase online. To date, the band's website (thenewdigitalsound.org) has seen over over 4 million visitors.

This year The New Digital Sound will be releasing a follow-up entitled "Species Protector." This album promises to be a complete departure from earlier efforts, yet, still remains true to The New Digital Sound's original purpose. Aided by a host of indie musicians, Copelinn plans to take his electronic freak show to a venue near you.

Lyrics

Bottom Feeder

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
Late night and I’m staring down the bottom of a barrel
Who knew it’d come to this?
Can you send me a letter?
Can you send me a message?
How bout some signs of life?
Wouldn’t it be so fucking nice

(Chorus one)
This is what I’ve become without you
Bet you’d thought I’d be more without you-- sue me
Guess you thought I couldn’t live without this
Think again I couldn’t give a fuck anyway

(Verse two)
I call. You go.
You don’t ever want hear it
You never wanna’ hear it
Scrape my fingers down the outside of your fucking doorway
But you don’t wanna hear it
You never wanna hear it

(Chorus two)
This is what I’ve become without you
Guess you’d thought I’d be more; sue me
Bet you thought I couldn’t live without this
Guess again I couldn’t give a fuck anyway

If You Believed

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
You see, I can’t seem to recall the detail of her face
But somehow the shit she put me through remains
It ruins my days
Kept on standing in acid rain
Trying to understand why
But the questions don’t come easy
Nor do the answers
So I guess there’s just one request I have of you.

(Pre-chorus)
And all of the cold symmetry of your face
Has finally worn out its’ welcome
And I guess it’s time to go
And all of the cold symmetry of your face
Has finally worn out its’ welcome
And I guess it’s time to go
And all of the cold symmetry of your face
Has finally worn out its’ welcome
And … hey yeah.

(Chorus one)
With all the lines you crossed
You held them to my face
Your last mistake
And if you believed
That I was drowning
Just reach out your hand
(but you never do)
And if you believed
That I was dying
Just react as planned
(but you never do)

(Verse two)
Your words fit like the perfect ending
Always grasping for an ending
Truth behind those lies
But still I can’t seem to recall the detail of your face
But somehow, the shit you put me through remains
It ruins my days
But the questions don’t come easy
Nor do the answers
So I guess there is just one request I have of you.

(Pre-chorus two)
And all of the cold symmetry of your face
Has finally worn out its’ welcome
And I guess it’s time to go
And all of the cold symmetry of your face
Has finally worn out its’ welcome
And I guess it’s time to go
Anywhere but here my dear
Anywhere but here my dear
Anywhere but here my dear, my dear

(Chorus two)
With all the lines you crossed
You held them to my face
Your last mistake
And if you believed
That I was drowning
Just reach out your hand
(but you never do)
And if you believed
That I was dying
Just react as planned
(but you never do)

Cold-War Special Operations

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
Keep the missiles locked and pointed
New ways of killing, on the widespread
Load the data and keep the numbers in-check
Sputnik spins in the outside wreck
Running war games
Just running war games

(Chorus one)
Transistors overload and the circuits erode
Computer vs. computer
We caught it all on T.V.
Somehow the intel forgot to kill me
Can’t play protector forever, forever
Transistors overload and the circuits explode
Computer vs. Computer
We caught it all on T.V.
Somehow the intel forgot to find me
Can’t play protector forever, forever
But it’s nice to try

(Verse one)
They cut the wires inside -- the gridline: denied
Staged moon landings and cold-war special op’s
Load the data and keep the numbers in-check
Sputnik spins in the outside wreck
Running war games
Just running war games

(Chorus two)
Transistors overload and the circuits erode
Computer vs. computer
We caught it all on T.V.
Somehow the intel forgot to kill me
Can’t play protector forever, forever
Transistors overload and the circuits explode
Computer vs. Computer
We caught it all on T.V.
Somehow the intel forgot to find me
Can’t play protector forever, forever
But it’s nice to try
Nice to try
Nice to try

Needles and Tie-off's

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
You must crush everything in your path
And he doesn’t even know what you’re putting him through
Twist, yourself and shoot the needles right into your brain
Recovery sounded too good, and too fucking soon
To everybody else
Now you take my family and slowly take my dignity
But, it’s all the same to you
And it’s all the same to you

(Chorus one)
You use shock therapy like medication
You use shock therapy like medication
You use shock therapy like medication
You use shock therapy like medication

(Verse two)
They pick me off the floor again, just one more fix
Try taking what’s mine cuz’ mommy’s so blind
And daddy’s dying from a terrible disease
Is this the new drug? Is this the new drug?
I see my son is crying. I see my son is crying.
I see my son is crying. I see my son is crying.
I see my son is crying. I see my son is crying.
I see my son is crying. I see my son is crying.

(Chorus two)
You use shock therapy like medication
You use shock therapy like medication
You use shock therapy like medication
You use shock therapy like medication

Instinct VS. Comfort

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
All the many angles of your face, seem to grace me every other day
That side of you so straight-laced, then again that changes everyday
Push the inside out, and scrape the pieces out; watch the edges start to fold
Truth be told; you never wanted – never wanted to let me out
Welcome you into my home -- and the misery became two-fold
Like a surgeon, with precision, with precision you cut me every time

More than seven letters in “I Love You”
Never seemed to fucking bother you
So innocent; so perfect – from the first time that I fucked you
Had a hard time saying I moved you
Had a hard time wanting to touch you
Let’s keep it civil here, just get me out of here
Had a hard time saying I loved you
Had a hard time wanting to fuck you
Let’s keep it civil here, just get me out of here

(Chorus one)
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.

(Verse two)
Truth breeds consequence for action, stand around wait for reaction
Isn’t that there what you said -- that night there in my bed?
With the moon glow, as the stars shown; tried to put your self above me.
Fistfuls of hate within me, right then you start to play me.
Tiny world starts to rumble
Crazy broken man starts to crumble
Isn’t that there what you said -- that night there in my bed?
You can try and hide you deception
Much more than a misconception
Let’s hope you use protection
She’s a semi-dull reflection

Had a hard time saying I moved you
Had a hard time wanting to touch you
Let’s keep it civil here, just get me out of here
Had a hard time saying I loved you
Had a hard time wanting to fuck you
Let’s keep it civil here, just get me out of here

(Chorus two)
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.

(Break)

(Chorus three)
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.
I don’t know why I put up with it.
I don’t know why I would deal with it.

Forget Me

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
I know she tried to break it
Tried to keep me on my knees
Still she stares right through me
Right through me, yeah
She’s got the perfect cover for this
Never tryin’ to ruin anything
Never tryin’ to purposely
Sabotage … sabotage

(Chorus one)
Can you just forget about me?
And I try, as you lie
Will you just forget about me?
As you lie, watch me die
Can you just forget about me?
And I try, as you lie
Will you just forget about me?
As you lie, watch me die.

(Verse two)
I think she wanted to fake it
She’ll tell you:
Different lies, about different things, different days of the week
But most of all, you’ll see the truth, scrawled up there upon the wall
And how it will
Affect you
And I just sit wishing I could
Still get through to you.

(Chorus two)
Can you just forget about me?
And I try, as you lie
Will you just forget about me?
As you lie, watch me die
Can you just forget about me?
And I try, as you lie
Will you just forget about me?
As you lie, watch me die.

The Great big Letdown

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
Her face don’t look the same to me
And yet she seems to believe
That everything is fine
But who’s gonna’ tow your line?
Or make up your mind?
Decisions made by better people
Some better people
Just needed better people

(Pre -chorus one)
The great big letdown, she paints a frown
Just beneath her crown
Throw sitting
And backwards spinning
She wears this out, so now I watch you drown.

(Chorus one)
One move and you’re dead, one move and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)
One move you’re dead, one move and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)
Bang, bang you’re dead, one look and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)
One move and you’re dead, one move and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)

(Verse two)
She tries to paint a fucked-up scene
And tried to scream and deceive
Still everything is fine
I guess I see that light
She made up my mind
Decisions made by made for better people
By better people
Just needed better people

(Pre -chorus two)
The great big letdown, she paints a frown
Just beneath her crown
Throw shitting
And backwards spinning
She wears this out, so now I watch you drown.

(Chorus two)
One move and you’re dead, one move and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)
One move you’re dead, one move and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)
Bang, bang you’re dead, one look and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)
One move and you’re dead, one move and you’re dead
The bullet’s in your head
(in your head)

(Bridge)

You always, let me down
You always, let me down
You always, let me down

(Outro)
You fucking; you fucking; you fucking liar
You fucking; keep fucking, keep fucking lyin’
Rinse; your; Rinse; your; Rinse; your fucking.
Fucking liar.

Flies Consume Me

Written By: Copelinn

(Verse one)
Things are less defined looking in your eyes, but
Shit’s reached a critical mass and faded all so fast
Wanting and reaching
Reaching and wanting
I cannot define
But we drew a line, and

(Refrain)
I’m leaving you today
Think its best this way
But, I really wanna’ tell you something
Really, really wanna’ tell you something

(Break one)

(Verse one)
Picking my apart, but the pieces rip
Injected lies -- now watch the flies consume me
See the pictures fade
And we felt like third-rate
I never really understood
Why you wanted be, but

(Refrain)
I’m leaving you today
Think its best this way
But, I really wanna’ tell you something
Really, really wanna’ tell you something

(Break two)

(Refrain)
I’m leaving you today
Think its best this way
But, I really wanna’ tell you something
Really, really wanna’ tell you something

Discography

The New Digital Sound (2001)

Depressed American Dream (2004)

Species Protector (2007)

Airplay:

In 2003, the song "Pigment" was featured on Australian radio station 2-MBFS fm.

Other radio credits include: KSPC - FM (San Diego, CMJ reporting), WOMR - FM (Cape Cod), "Drool Through" radio program (Aural Innovations.com), WSCW - FM (Cleveland), Epipihany radio (net broadcast), American Idol Underground radio (net broadcast), Don Campau radio program (simulcast in San Fran and Berlin).

Set List

Road Rash Circuit
Exclude 17
If You Believed
Bottom Feeder
Comfort VS. Instinct
Needles and Tie-off's
Bound for the Floor
You Sound Weak
Basement Analog Playset
Personal God Theory
Touching Little Message
Flies Consume Me
Blonde Killer's Blues (You make me feel this)
The Great Big Letdown
Something in the way
Basic Human Need
One-Eye Open
Gentle Sunday Drive
Cold-War Special Op's
Nervous Performer
Watch Over Me
Retriever
Forget Me