Superconducting Super Collider, a local Boston band composed of Zachary Rae, Aiden Gardener, and Sam Williams, perform a half-hour set of five songs live at WBCA & BNN Studios!
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WBCA Presents: Superconducting Super Collider
(upbeat music) ♪ Have you ridden it up for waiting forever or more ♪ ♪ And stop and dressed before the floor ♪ ♪ I am here ♪ ♪ Are I not in this small shifting standing sun ♪ ♪ My knees buckle from every shot ♪ ♪ Think that you can blow fires from the station ♪ ♪ Returning to the same destination ♪ ♪ I can see you from the top of the hill ♪ ♪ Stop there with an airline still ♪ ♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Tension rises in division and amese around our vision I can tell from the looks given and it's my choice to appear ♪ I'm trying to make it somewhat unclear ♪ ♪ Which one does has more to feel? ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ We are superconducting, super collider. That's Aiden Gardner on the bass and Sam Williams on the drums. That was Yankee Cannonball. This next song is called commas. It's out, but this is a little different. Low is right. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You are the mighty girl and you're looking down at your face. You don't know the meat is that by mistake you've got all this stupid little dramas. sandwiching all your thoughts and commas. Too many stupid little dramas. Do not cook, get delivery from us. [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] I'm sorry I wasn't right constantly like the person that we all try to be. Used to be right where we'd be where we'd both try to be right constantly. And sometimes I see this person I don't have to. And sometimes so much better getting on without you. We saw the moon, eyes are gathered. Too many times, too many times. And I know you're bored. Well, I know I'm really here for. And I get on without you. You know you don't have your own. Slapped through the dawn, but dreamt through the morning. Distracted by windows on your name. Brought back by the passionate purring. Somewhere someone's asleep still stirring. I had this dream. You were in it. You showed up late to the curbside picnic. Now we pretend that we don't know each other. And at our own ways we both suffer. I miss you, Simon. Oh, Lord. Didn't know the good we'd got. I miss you, Simon. 'Cause I loved you. And if you saw me, would you recognize me too? All right. This next song is called "Nothing." Nothing, that's what my friend said to me. It would be easier if you were mean intentionally. Oh, nothing, that's really all of it then. If I could trust you, I'd trust you again. Nothing, except for the looks we exchanged. Maybe someday you'll reach out or change. Nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing. Ain't none bass again. Nothing, nothing. No bass. Nothing, nothing. Happy are you. I vibe with me, but happier. We could be, or we could have, nothing. Nothing. Nothing, nothing. All right, this next song is called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." Nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing. It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." It's called "Blue Plasma." We have one more song for you. It's called "Figs." Again, we are superconducting, super collider. Thank you so much for BNN for hosting us. We have Aiden Gardner on the bass and Sam Williams on the drums. This is "Figs." I'm Zach Ray. This is a song by Bad News at the doorstep. I don't want to die before I'm 21. I hate the stupid person I have become. I'm walking against the wind apart of a club that I'm not in. Skeleton resting inside of a stranger's skin. Wondering about the things that were made of. Amazingly, I'm held together and I'm alive. How many days can I say that? How many days until I take the dive? The city changed my entire point of view. The rings around my eyes are shadows. You make me rather self-kind of alive. Blow up combustion. This is my demise. Representation is my eye to the eyes. Wondering about the things that you're made of. Stunningly or so together and you're alive. How many days can I say that? How many days until I take the dive? And it's not jealous. It's just my sense of humor. In case media and witchy on the forest consumer. I laugh at all the quotes I say from someone who is better than I'll ever be. But how much are you or you or me? It's a great channel honestly. Wondering about the things that were all made of. Amazingly, we're all together and we're all alive. Have I been for all the life or not? How many days can I say that? How many days until we can survive? How many days can I say that? How many days seem to be can survive? How many days can I say that? How many days until we can survive? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can I say that? How many days can you say that? How many days until we can survive? How many days can you say that? How many days until we can survive? How many days can you say that? How many days until we can survive? How many days can you say that? How many days until we can survive? Thank you so much for listening. Thank you, BNN. Have a great night. [BLANK_AUDIO]