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Title - Plastic Crown Band - TraitorZ Year - 2005 _______________ After a decade fronting one of Britain's most successful guitar bands, Lyle "Wick" Hardwick walked away at the turn of the millennium, restless for something stranger. That something was TraitorZ: a band that existed only as cartoons. The real musicians never appeared in photos, videos or on stage. In their place stood three hand-drawn characters with lives of their own, operating out of a condemned seaside bingo hall. Wick became a gangly, crown-wearing exaggeration of himself, rapper Big Moss became a sprawling, gold-toothed king of the couch, and multi-instrumentalist Pip became a tiny, bubblegum-popping oddball who rarely took off her sunglasses. Interviews were given in character, music videos played out like episodes of an ongoing story, and live shows put the band behind giant screens, their animated selves performing in front of them. Fans followed the characters as if they were real, and the line between the two became part of the art. "Plastic Crown" captures the band at its most melancholic and self-aware, becoming one of TraitorZ's defining tracks. _______________ Heh-heh... Pick it up, pick it up I got a heavy head, it's full of lead I'm baking bread inside a garden shed The sky is leaking something turning red And all the little people go to bed Gravity is pulling on my shoes I'm reading yesterday's paper for the news I got the plastic, elastic blues Nothing left to win and nothing left to lose Overload, overload Comin' down the mountain road Carrying a heavy load Code is cracking, explode Falling down, falling down Wearin' a plastic crown In the middle of the town Don't make a single sound Ha! Observe the instigator, elevator operator! Going up to the top, I'm the crater creator! You sitting in the muck, stuck, outta luck While I'm driving in the lane in a monster truck! (Beep beep!) It's synthetic! Pathetic! You need a medic 'cause your energy is diabetic! Sweet tooth, aching for the absolute truth But you hiding in the corner of the photo booth! Flash bulb! Light bulb! Turning in your skull! Life is never dull when you scraping off the hull! Barnacles! Spectacles! Testicles! Watch me wreck the decibels! I'm surfing on the tidal wave, behaving like I'm brave Digging up the rhythm from the bottom of the cave! (Ha-ha-ha!) Overload, overload (Comin' down, comin' down!) Comin' down the mountain road (Watch the wheels spin!) Carrying a heavy load (Heavy, heavy, heavy!) Code is cracking, explode (Boom!) Falling down, falling down (Don't stop, get it!) Wearin' a plastic crown (King of the heap!) In the middle of the town (Yeah!) Don't make a single sound System... transmission... received Floating on the breeze Sailing on the seven seas Landing on my knees Reset Overload (Falling down) Plastic crown (Comin' down the mountain) Don't make a sound (Shhh...) Just a heavy load Overload