* See You In Mexico – The Doomed Traveler Lyrics and Story *
Fatter Than Albert – The Last Minute Lyrics
Stuck Lucky – Possom Soul Lyrics
A Billion Ernies – Dumpster Generation Lyrics
Stuck Lucky – Dry Drowning Lyrics
The Rooks – Go Rooks! Lyrics
Caddywhompus – Remainder Lyrics
See You In Mexico – Prayana Kale Lyrics
A Billion Ernies / Informant Split Lyrics
Pericles – Citizen World Lyrics
Head Above Water – A Response to the BP Drilling Disaster Lyrics
Chris Rehm – Bayous Lyrics
Slaughterhouse Chorus – Demo Lyrics
Caddywhompus – EPs Lyrics
Brunt Of It – Frena Frena Lyrics
Informant – Nothing Ever Changes Lyrics
Matt Wixson’s Flying Circus – Jeffy’s First Christmas Lyrics
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::LYRICS::
IN REMEMBRANCE – Nobody really wants to die, but there comes a time when some
wouldn’t mind. Tonight was one of those nights, the freezing wind was threatening snow
and ice. But for now the ground was still dry, there was not a cloud in the sky. His
buffalo grazed in the hills near by, as flint and steel collide a spark will light his last fire.
The smallest things can be so comforting, when faced with a future full of suffering. So
why not burn the biggest logs and drink a skin of wine? There could be no better time to
remember friends loved and lost, the horror, and the heavy cost. He reflected on the
past and how they meant to sail away, but the sky was thick and gray and it was
windless this may, oh they were sore. So they floated to the shore, they moored the
boat, recorded a last report dictated by the captain from halfway in his grave. And it
said: “two ships capsized on rocks along the cove, supplies were lost and natives drove
us far from known terrain. Survival looking grim and the mission’s been abandoned. I
pray you find this worth it in the end.” He swore to those that remained that their lives
would not be lost in vain and set course east into uncharted plains. Sent to certain
death, you stole my future. You’ve made your last mistake. I’m coming for you.
CAPTAIN PT 1 (THE BUFFALO COMPANION) – Boots slip, a stone tumbles down the
slope, each step closer to home, one more farther from hope. Rain in the clouds, watch
it darken and hold, it’ll break, hit the ground and wash me back down the road. My
buffalo pal helps me shoulder the load, a giant so proud, white and silent as snow. If it
weren’t for him I’d be here on my own, if it weren’t for him I’d have died long ago. Softly
now it falls, fate faintly calls. Something in the wind, what’s happening my friend? Must
have been something he ate, he can’t hold his head up, he can’t walk straight. Captain,
oh captain, I’m not as strong as you. I can’t get his head up out of the snow, the light in
his eyes is fading slowly. This hopeless feeling is starting to grow, if he doesn’t get up, I
will not make it home. I can’t get my head up out of the snow, the light in my soul is
fading slowly. This hopeless feeling is starting to grow, if I can’t get up, I will not make it
home.
CANNIBAL CAVERN – Am I in Hell or in Heaven? My nose cries of Heaven, but Hell
tells my eyes. What is this meat I’ve been given? Is that a man roasting over the fire? I
hate myself for partaking. I’d purge and repent, but I would not survive. I should be lying
there frozen. I should be the one being cannibalized.
WICKED MIND – My skin turned green as the sky. Mouths of mountains hungrily cry.
Cedars swipe as I trudge by. A defenseless fool am I. Since I embarked on this journey,
I suspected the wild would consume me, come alive and swallow me whole, carry me to
my fate below. Lay me down with my brothers. Lay me down next to Woodrow. Since
the day I buried him at sea, tied him to a raft and burned up his body, I’ve longed to
soak in lamp oil, light a match, and watch my flesh boil. Lay me down with my brothers.
Lay me down next to Woodrow.
CAPTAIN PT 2 (THE GHOST OF WOODROW E. PARKER) – Who’s that in my
bedroom? Who’s that in my kitchen? Whose trailer of shit are they unhitchin? What’d
you do with my things? What’d you do with my family? I am abandoned. Will nobody
help me? Stop painting my bedroom. Don’t cook in my kitchen. I know you can’t hear
me, but I will make you listen. That’s me in the mirror. I am what your children fear. The
broken vase on the floor, the cool breeze in your ear that whispers get out.
THE DOOMED TRAVELER – My clothes are wet, my feet are blue, I don’t know what
I’m going to do. Haven’t eaten for a spell, the vultures hear the dinner bell. Moving
forward for my friends, relay a tale of bitter end. I’ve no idea of the missions’ intent, but I
am for certain that this is not it. I see a doe so very near, I hope she does not see me
here. A glimpse of hope, a saving grace, an opportunity to chase. I see a beast about to
prey upon the flesh I need to stay alive to find the General out west, and put a bullet in
his chest. Too late, they have begun to chase, her blood has spilled into the snow.
Suddenly, I get this feeling that I while end up like the doe. No one will ever know.
::STORY::
December 14th
“We meant to sail away but we encountered even more misfortune caused by the windless weather. The two ships capsized. All supplies were lost. The natives have driven us from their known terrain. Survival is looking grim for my men and I. The mission has been abandoned General. I hope this message finds it’s way into the right hands and reaches you. With my sincerest apologies, Captain Woodrow E. Parker”
This is the letter I found on my fallen friend, Woodrow. I was sent here after months of no contact of his regiment’s status on their mission. Unfortunately I have no idea of the mission’s intent but I do know for certain that this was not it. I found it, the letter in the protected in the back of his journal. I am using it now for I do not possess one of my own. I have no other knowledge of this mission for the pages in this journal have been lost due to fire. I should have enough pages to record my trek home. I digress, I must scavenge and prepare for my return trip home.
December 21st
I am alone in this world. I have Captain, this beast whom I discovered amdist the wreckage searching for food. By the looks of his saddle and his well groomed coat, it would seem he was the Captain’s trusted buffalo. He is as white as the snow. He is the only known survivor of this fool’s errand. Why? Why were they sent here? Greed perhaps? Hopefully I will live to bring back the report of this tragedy. I must keep my sanity and hopes up for the both of us. Winter seems to have finally rested upon this land and by the looks of things we’re in for quite the arduous journey back home. This wine should warm me up a bit. I must bring what I need. I suppose tonight we shall remember our brothers who have died and tomorrow we begin our quest.
There are far too many bodies for me to bury properly. Using some lamp oil and a makeshift barge I shall give the departed a burial at sea. So long my brothers and may God show you more mercy in the afterlife than he has shown you here.
I’ve also salvaged enough wood to build myself a fine, solid shelter. I’ve been here a week now. Never in my life have I seen such horror. I must put that behind me now for the time being. Time to map out my return trip home. Captain looks in fair enough health to hopefully take us through the pass. I’m traveling light so as to not to wear out my companion. Luckily enough drift wood and lamp oil have made it along the shore. This will surely help build a fire worthy of remembrance!! And I shall. The fire and wine will keep me plenty warm this night.
December 22nd
Not bad for the first day. Covered some distance. Maybe 50 miles. I can already see that the day’s travels have taken their toll on Captain. I must remain strong. I would be lost without him. The sky was glowing bright blue and red as the sun rested. Clouds are getting thicker and grouping with one another. I can see that a storm’s coming. I have maybe two days before it presents itself to us. Hopefully I make it to the pass before then and find some sort of shelter. Captain is laying beside me. He’s had his fill of the vegetation that lies beneath the snow. I helped him out a bit in his exhausted state. Rest my friend, for we have plenty more ground to cover. I know now that taking the mission, despite its obvious risk, was well worth it if not for me than for him. His heart is beating in sync with mine. He is my life in this very moment. We are, together, lost and unbearably alone. I’ve been blessed by the earth around me, for finding shelter was nothing short of looking to my right to see an orchard of redwoods. Luckily I won’t have to use very much of my own resources to keep us warm tonight. Not much to do out here. However I did manage to lure a small rabbit close enough for me to strike him with the butt of my rifle. It’s been days since I’ve had fresh meat. Again, truly blessed in this moment. With our breathing in sync and my stomach full, I shall rest my eyes for a spell.
December 23rd
The sunrise is absolutely breathtaking. The sun cascading off the clouds ever so delicately. Slightly alarming though, were those clouds. We had better get a move on, Captain. He was slightly restless during the night. I fear for his life. We are in this together. We must strive, Captain. No luck this morning with fresh food. Jerky for breakfast it is! I’ve found some berries for Captain and myself under the snow. They resemble strawberries with the taste of blueberries. Captain seems a little unsure about his new treat. He must eat, for he needs his strength. Time to venture home. We haven’t much sunlight these days to waste. Hopefully another great day of travels.
December 24th
Words cannot express the melancholy filled day of sorrow. What started a hopeful climb through the pass, ended with the ever so mournful death of my beloved companion. He simply fell over into the snow and did not wake up. My supplies are now significantly less as are my hopes now that the storm has finally reached. Fortunately for me, I was able to take his coat before the flurry of wind and snow became the strongest. I could have used his meat, but there was no time to take it. I just left him where he fell. Left him there alone and bare. My journey is not as blessed as I once thought. It’s been an hour or so since the fury of the storm hit and already there is about three feet of snow. I found a small cavern in the mountain. It’s just big enough for me and my supplies. There is nothing I could have done for him. That’s what hurts the most. He relied on my me and I couldn’t do anything to help. I just pushed him and pushed him until he could not take anymore. Enough with this self torment. I need to rest and get through this mess of a storm. God help me.
January 20th
I am buried in this cavern. Good morning to me. I can’t start a fire for fear of suffocation. The snow, surprisingly enough, has trapped some of the heat in. It’s just light enough to see what I’m doing. I miss my friends. Woodrow and the beast. Woodrow’s house is growing increasingly closer as the days pass. I’ll have to tell his wife the tragic news. She will be devastated. I’ve never been so hungry in my life. I have but a little amount of food left. I lost most of it when Captain died. And with the storm comes the tremendous lack of vegetation and meat. Never have I endured such a harsh winter nor have I gone so long without seeing another soul. I only have my rifle to use as a shovel. Time to unearth myself and venture west up the pass.
February 2nd
Am I in Hell or in Heaven? I have just done the unthinkable. I discovered the light of a fire about forty miles west of where I camped last night. I approached it cautiously only to discover the sound of singing and laughter. There were five of them. Not sure if they were each others’ kin, due to the similarities amongst the grisly state of their faces. They were very welcoming and friendly. They provided me with nourishment, warmth and shelter. I could not understand a word they were saying. They spoke in the strangest of tongues. The meat served to me was extremely tender and succulent. It was unlike anything I had ever eaten before. They admired my coat with, “Ooohs” and “Ahhhs.” Like young children opening a gift on their day of birth. When offered seconds of the meat, I obliged. As I looked upon my plate, I discovered something very odd and chilling; the arm of what appeared to be a man. I then walked to the smokehouse where the meat was kept, only to discover the mutilated remains of a young man. I was startled and ran out of the cavern, grabbing my things as I fled. I am reminded of my brothers and my dear friend Woodrow. I should have been the one lying there frozen. I should have been the one who had been cannibalized. I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. The cannibals obviously did not, for they were high in spirits. I am burning what little fuel I have to write and document. Woodrow’s house is close. The groupings of the trees look familiar. Watching their limbs swoop at me as I trod by. They know the sins I’ve committed and are plotting their revenge. My skin is as green as the sky and everything around is trying to destroy me; the strong bitter chill of the wind against my face along with the snow and ice. I’m a defenseless fool bringing back a message of defeat. What chance do I stand out here? Oh, if I had that oil right now! I swear to God! I would bathe in it and strike a match, for that is what I deserve after feasting upon the flesh of another man. That’s what I deserve for what I have done to my brothers. To Woodrow. No, I had no other choice. I did the right thing. Didn’t I? You win, Earth! Just swallow and consume me. No act of cannibalism there! Carry me to my fate below. Come on you worthless trees! Strike me down! Do his bidding, that ignoble wretch of a General. His time will come when I see him face to face. Or will it? What the hell am I going to do?! Shoot him! I have nothing to live for anymore but to put a bullet in that wicked man’s chest, and to explain to the unbeknownst widow that her husband is dead. What have I got myself into?
February 4th
It was a cold night. No fire. No food. I didn’t want the cave dwellers to find me and turn me into breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have half a day’s walk to the house. I’m losing my mind and sense of hope. I’m not really looking forward to telling her the news. Better me than someone else I suppose. The pages in this book are more limited now than ever. I’ll give the journal to the Captain’s wife. Hopefully she’ll understand why I used its remaining pages. Better get a move on.
The house is vacant. It’s been left a wreck. Possibly the cannibals have taken her and the children. Or someone else has delivered the tragic news and she simply succumbed to the grief. In any case, there’s very little food and just enough wood to burn through the night. I will once again be warm. It is very chilling to be in here. I sense the presense of another. I feel a draft but no windows are opened. Eerie to say the least. I’ll build that fire and see if that changes anything. The last page is nearly full. I hope whoever finds this has better luck in their travels than myself. I will make it back to the General. What I’ll do then however, is still undetermined. I just saw him! Woodrow! An apparition! God save my soul. get out get out GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!
::LINER NOTES::
All music and lyrics except “The Ghost of Woodrow E. Parker” written and recorded by
See You In Mexico.
“The Ghost of Woodrow E. Parker” written by Bryan Leavelle.
All tracks mixed and mastered by Bryan Leavelle.
Ryan Leavelle – Electric and acoustic guitar, vocals
Graham Klym – Bass guitar, accordion, vocals
Luci Miner – Violin
Jacob Hill – Drums and percussion
Sonja Myklebust – Cello
Ben Pink – Harmonica
Bryan Leavelle – Acoustic guitar, vocal harmonies
Oh I know all I need, all I really need
To stay clean is better sleep
better sleep is all I really need
Wake Up!
We’ve aspired for decapitation
While we turn a blind eye toward the guillotine parade
Have no more use for counting sheep
No use!
We’ve aspired for asphyxiation
A suffocating glimpse at this fucked reality
Are we wasting our days with this better sleep?
I have no claim in this waking life
I’m tethered, bound, and gagged
Wanna wish it good night,
I have no claim in this waking life!
Quick stop!
It’s too late
It’s too late to get wasted
We have aspired for asphyxiation
While we turn a blind eye toward the guillotine parade.
Tchoupitoulas Slim
The heat is rising to 300 degrees
While these decorative bullet holes adorn our city limit signs
Would you wanna be alone
When our streets are dressed up in pitch black?
There’s a shadow on the prowl tonight,
His cross hairs are indiscriminate
We’ve fallen pray
To the darkest of hearts
We’re staring down the barrel
Of an epidemic
I have no murder wish this evening!
When did killing
Become instinctive?
When did he become a victim of you and me?
When did she become the killer outside your door?
Spitting Contest
No!
There was never a prize in sight!
My, my, my. What a surprise
Your friends in sheeps clothing
Have shed their disguise
I had a plan to crash into the night
Instead she crossed that line
What’s that bad taste in my mouth?
(Instead I fed a lie That’s that bad taste in my mouth)
They keep a watchful eye from planes
To make sure your city’s safe and sound
They keep a watchful eye from planes
They put them up we’ll shoot them down
I had a plan to crash into the night
Not to be stood up!
So don’t call on me for your last call redemption
You temptation whore
Enough! Enough!!
You lied, you lied Fake operation Sadie
You lied, you lied Fake operation Sadie
It’s all wrong
There was never a prize in sight
So don’t call on me
Panda King
Lotta people won’t get to sleep tonight
Lotta people won’t get to eat tonight
If we sift through the topsoil
We’ll make it better and better and
If we sift through the topsoil
How do I live Before I exist
In this madman’s day by day?
With television walls to tuck me in
Television walls to tuck me in
While outside screams of poverty!
You feel time tickin? away
Did you spend your better days in a comfortable haze?
Waste time tickin away
Do we deserve the very best things like dinner plates?
27s
There’s a roach on the wall by the door where I pace
Done hitting the lines off of Ray Charles face
The last of the numbers are sweating out my pours
Momentums pushed my feet out from under me
I stare out the window while everyone sleeps
Like last night the last time we pardoned our self-control
I can kick a habit
Like she’ll kick me to the curb
And I’ll forget the message
When she forgets the words
I’m out of my mind, Can’t live this life
If I can’t kick this habit
If I can’t kick this habit
I’m out of my mind
Can’t live this life, Can you help me find a reason?
The last thing she said right before she left
The last thing she said right before she left
We can’t make this better.
Just go.
We’ll always be fighting and fighting and fighting and fighting
(In spirals)
Mix a highball with glass walls Guilt with low-bars and dropped calls
Where did you sleep last night? She’ll push a pen across a paper
Trying to come up with reasons why She’ll push a pen across a paper
Until she comes up with something like?
$100 headphones
We had it all in the beginning.
We had all kinds of rings and things
she made the money.
But Rosie was the type to just lay the money down.
Drop it on another boy before she left town.
Last Minute
I wish I could have touched your shoulder
All inside the last minute
At night in my bed,
on a screen in my head
I watch the same shows from the same stones
The appetite’s taken its toll
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DUMPSTER GENERATION, STAND UP. SPEAK YOUR MIND IF YOU’VE GOT ONE, LET ONE FLY TOWARDS THE HEART IF THEY’VE GOT ONE. DON’T FEAR THEIR GUNS, POLICE MEN, CORPORATIONS. THE SCUM OF THE NATION RULE WHEN THEY MAKE LAWS LIKE YOU’RE FOOLS AND MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN’T CHANGE ANYTHING. NO CHANGE WILL EVER COME FROM A POLITICIAN.HAIL THE TWO KINGS ON THEIR THRONES UP IN WASHINGTON AND ROME. UNCLE SAM’S GOT HIS HAND IN YOUR POCKET, FATHER JOHN HAS HIS HAND IN YOUR CHILD’S, AND THEY PROUDLY CLAIM DEMOCRACY AND THE KEYS TO ETERNITY. WE HAVE THE STRENGTH.
IT’S NOT TOO LATE. WATCH THESE CLOWNS, RUNNING AROUND LOOKING LIKE LEACHES, WEARING SUITS AND TIES (MODIFIED COLLARS WITH LEASHES). THEY DON’T RESPECT US, THEY THINK THEY KNOW BETTER THAN US (THAT’S WHAT WE CALL “BIG BROTHER RULE”). AND THEY MAKE LAWS LIKE WE’RE FOOLS BUT WE KNOW THAT WE CAN CHANGE ANYTHING, BUT CHANGE CAN ONLY COME IF THE PEOPLE ARE WILLING. ARE YOU A SLAVE? NO. WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE RIGHT TO SURVIVE BY GOD.
USED UP:
LISTEN TO ME NOW, AND I WILL TELL ABOUT THE DEATH OF WHAT I LOVED, AND WHAT I THOUGHT WAS MORE THAN JUST A CASH COW. LISTEN TO THE STORY OF THE DEATH OF MUSIC. BUY, SELL, GRAB THAT GUN. USE IT UP, YOU HAD A GOOD RUN. IT IS USELESS TO US NOW. TAKE IT OUT BACK AND PUT IT IN IT’S GRAVE! SCOURING THE UNDERGROUND, THEY LIE AND WAIT UNTIL THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY CAN CLAIM AS THEIR OWN, AND MAKE IT INTO A TROPHY. BLIND THEM WITH SOME MONEY, AND A PROMISE YOU WONT KEEP. LISTEN TO ME NOW, AND I WILL TELL ABOUT THE RISE OF PEOPLE ALL AROUND THE WORLD WHO KNOW THAT WE ARE MORE THAN JUST A CASH COW. DON’T BELIEVE ONE WORD THEY SAY.
REACH FOR THE SKIES:
LINES ARE DRAWN, WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? LEGAL AND ILLEGAL TRUMP RIGHT AND WRONG. OLD TRADITIONS STILL STANDING STRONG, THOSE WHO FIRST CREATED THEM DEAD AND GONE. THEIR GHOSTS MARCH ON. REACH FOR THE SKIES, YOUR LIFESTYLE HAS BEEN CRIMINALIZED. VICTIMLESS CRIMES ARE JUST ANOTHER WAY TO GET YOUR NICKELS AND DIMES. NATIVE AMERICANS TREATED LIKE CHILDREN, AFRICAN SLAVES SHACKLED BY RACISM. LIVING THESE DAYS IS HARD WITHOUT IGNORANCE, THANKS TO THIS TSUNAMI OF IGNORANCE. JUDGE NOT, LEST YOU SUFFER THE SAME. WHAT’S IN A LABEL? WHAT’S IN A NAME? DIVIDE AND CONQUER THIS IS THE GAME. YOU PLAY YOUR CARDS, OR REACH FOR THE SKIES. CALL THE PASTOR, CALL THE PRIEST, CALL THE POLICE, CALL THE INFANTRY! BUT WHAT IF WHAT THEY SAID WAS A LIE? GET YOUR RIOT GEAR AND PUNISH THOSE WHO DO NOT YIELD. PAINT A RED CROSS ON YOUR SHIELD.
THE EXISTENTIALIST’S APPRENTICE:
YOU’VE FOUND THE LAST ROCK TO CRAWL UNDER. ESCAPE THE PAST, YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER. WHEN YOU LEFT ME HERE WITH THESE BURDENS FOR ME AND MY LOVE, YOU NO LONGER WERE MY FRIEND. I’VE TRIED AND TRIED. IT’S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID, A TIGER MAY NEVER CHANGE ITS STRIPES. MY HANDS ARE TIED. YOU HAVE GOT TO HELP ME HELP YOU GET OVER YOURSELF. TAKE SOME PILLS, MOVE AROUND THE COUNTRY. YOUR HEART MAY NEVER FILL IF YOU MAKE YOUSELF LONELY, TO CREATE SOME PATHETIC BUKOWSKI STORY TO TELL THE PRETTY GIRLS. YOU REVEL IN THEIR PITY. IN THE END, I KNOW YOU’LL GET BETTER. I LEARNED MY LESSON, I’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER NOT GOD NOR THIS WORLD WILL HAND ME ANY FAVORS, AND LIFE IS SUCH A DRAG IF WE DON’T LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER.
POINT/CLICK:
LIGHTS, CAMERA, FORNICATE. CAN YOU MAKE SEX ANY CHEAPER? NOW HIDE BEHIND THAT LIE THAT YOU’RE AN ARTIST.LUST BREEDS WRATH, WHICH BREEDS CONFUSION. LUST IS THE ROOT TO EVERY SIN, YET STILL WE ARE TOLD THIS IS WHAT WE NEED. STILLWE ARE TOLD THIS IS FREEDOM. HYPOCRITE, TELL ME WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN PROSTITUTES LIVING IN THE STREETS AND PROSTITUTES LIVING IN MANSIONS? FREE MARKET? JUST BECAUSE IT SELLS DOES NOT MAKE IT RIGHT. PAIN SOLD AS PLEASURE, RAPE CAUGHT ON TAPE, FANTASIES GET DARKER. YOU BREED WRATH, YOU BREED CONFUSION, YOU ARE THE ROOT OF ALL OUR PROBLEMS. NOTHING LEFT TO THE IMAGINATION, INNOCENCE STOLEN FROM CURIOUS CHILDREN. POINT AND CLICK LIFE – POINT AND CLICK SEX DRIVE.
REVOLUTION SONG:
HOW’S A CHILD TO FEEL WHEN TOLD HIS PEOPLE WERE KILLED? HIS CULTURE COMPLETELY DESTROYED, IN THE NAME OF GOD, GOLD, AND GLORY? WHILE THE WHITE KIDS SIT AND SMILE, THEIR TEETH LIKE CROCODILES, THEIR PRIDE THE SOURCE OF HIS PAIN. THIS SHALL NOT BE TAUGHT AGAIN. NOT TONIGHT, WE MUST STAND AND FIGHT. HOW IS FREEDOM TO RING WHEN OUR ENTIRE LIVES WE OWE SOMEBODY SOMETHING? STILL WE ARE EXPECTED TO EXCEL IN A COUNTRY THAT’S BEEN SHOT TO HELL BY THEFORFATHER’S WE ARE SUPPOSED TO RESPECT, THEY CLAIM THIS LAND THE SAME WAY THEY CLAIM 15% OF EVERY PAYCHECK. THEY HOPE YOU’RE COMFORTABLE. THEY HOPE THAT CHAIR YOU SIT IN, THAT SKIN YOU’RE WEARING, IS COMFORTABLE. THEY HOPE YOU’RE GULLIBLE. THEY HOPE
THAT BRAIN YOU’RE USING, THAT CHILD YOU’RE RAISING, IS GULLIBLE. THEY’RE SO PROUD OF YOU, SO GLAD THOSE LIES THEY TOLD YOU MADE YOU PART OF THE WAR MACHINE. LET’S TURN THE TABLES. LET’S BREAK OUT OF OUR STABLES AND THROW DOWN ALL OF OUR PICKET SIGNS. LET’S MAKE A STAND. ONE RACE, ONE CLENCHED FIST, SINGING “NOT TONIGHT. WE WILL STAND AND FIGHT”.
REDEMPTION:
NOBODY HOLDS YOUR LIFE IN THEIR HANDS, NOBODY OWNS YOUR SOUL. STRANGE HOW WE ARE SO AFRAID TO LOSE EVERYTHING WE DON’T NEED THEY MADE. WE PRAY FOR REDEMPTION, BUT IF EVERYTHING WE NEED CAN BE GROWN FROM THE EARTH, TELL ME WHAT YOUR MONEY IS WORTH. NOTHING. IT’S NOT WORTH A THING AT ALL. ALL THEY WANT IS MONEY, ALL WE NEED IS HONESTY.
IDEA12:
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DOLLAR, ANOTHER 8 HOURS OF FEELING USED. THIS IS NOT WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT YOU SAY “THIS IS RESPONSIBLE,” “TIME TO GROW UP,” “STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD.” HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR ME? SO I SIT HERE FIGHTING MY OWN PERSONAL WAR. I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU, I KNOW THAT I HAVE MORE TO GIVE. YOU ARE THE ENEMY.I AM NOT ONE OF YOU. YOU STAND FOR ALL THAT I DESPISE AND YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH. STAY AWAY! DON’T COME NEAR ME! WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THE MONSTER YOU CREATED? YOUR GREED IS THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS MISERY. WE JUST CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS, AND WE WILL FIGHT TILL OUR LAST DYING BREATH. YOU CANNOT HAVE MY LIFE, IT ALREADY BELONGS TO SOMEONE WHO IS CALLING ME TO STAND UP TALL. LIVING IN THIS RUT IS GETTING ME NOWHERE. I NEED TO GO SOMEWHERE. ANYWHERE.
AWAKE:
I HAD A DREAM YOU MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME AND NOTHING IN THE WORLD MATTERED. IN THIS DREAM, I COULD FEEL YOU THERE, AND YOU LOVED ME BACK, AND I KNEW IT. BUT YOUR SOFT VOICE TURNED TO SCREACHING BEEPS. I’M AWAKE. WHEN I AWOKE, MY HEART WAS BROKE, I DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT. MY EYES WERE BURNING, THOUGH ADJUSTING TO A SOFTER LIGHT. NOT ARTIFICIAL FLOURESCENCE KILLING THE DARKNESS, THE KIND THAT HUMBLES ME BY SHOWING I’M A PART OF IT. THESE DAYS, WE WALK THESE STREETS NOT DEAD OR ALIVE. AND I THOUGHT THE BATTLE WAS OVER. I THOUGHT THAT I SURVIVED. HAUNTING MEMORIES OF LIFE ONCE LIVED, AND PEOPLE WHO LOVED ME. WHERE HAVE THEY ALL GONE? WHY AM I SO LONELY? MY PASTOR TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE STREETS OF GOLD IN HEAVEN, BUT WHEN I LEAVE THIS PLACE I NEVER WANT TO SEE GOLD AGAIN. WHY WOULD GOD TRANSCENDING EVERYTHING MATERIAL CREATE A KINGDOM BOASTING EARTHLY STATUS SYMBOLS? SLEEP IS THE ONLY PLACE FOR PEACE. I JUST CLOSE MY EYES, AND I CAN BE WITH HIM. I CAN FEEL ALIVE. THIS WORLD’S HATRED SEEMS LESS REAL WHEN LOVE IS MY REALITY. BUT AS MORNING COMES EVER SO SLOWLY, THE SUN RAYS CREEP INTO MY ROOM. I’M AWAKE. WE PRAISE GOD
FOR ALL HIS POWER AND OMNIPOTENCE, BUT HAVE THE GALL TO CLAIM HE CAME TO JUST ONE CONTINENT, AND JUST ONE PEOPLE IN AN INFINITE CREATION. YOU’D BETTER STOP TO THINK BEFORE YOU CLAIM YOU KNOW HIM.
ATHIEST:
LOOK AT YOU. YOU STILL BELIEVE IN THESE CHILDREN’S STORIES? LOOK AT YOU. YOU LIVE SO CLEAN, LIFE MUST BE SO BORING. WELL, I AM HERE TO BE THE VOICE OF REASON. I AM HERE TO PROVE TO YOU WHY YOU’RE WRONG, BECAUSE IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD ANYWAY. LOOK AT YOU. YOU TRY SO HARD TO BE THE GOOD KID FOR THIS GOD THAT YOU SAY LOVES YOU. I DON’T SEE HOW YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT WHEN YOU TAKE A LOOK AROUND,AND SEE ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO SOON BE IN THE GROUND BECAUSE THEY ARE DISEASED OR STARVING. WHERE WAS GOD WHEN MY FATHER RAPED ME? ACCORDING TO YOU, HE HAS A PLAN,
THEREFORE IT MUST BE FOR MY OWN GOOD ANYWAY. AND YOU TALK OF SOME GREAT FUTURE, UNTIL YOUR DEATHBED, AND AS YOU DIE WE’LL ALL POINT OUR FINGERS AND LAUGH BECAUSE YOU’RE A FOOL. HOW COULD YOU EVER BELIEVE IN SUCH A LIE THAT WE’D LIVE FOREVER? WE ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SUCH A CLEVER GUY. WE WILL DO AWAY WITH YOUR MORAL CODE, BECAUSE IT’S FOR OUR OWN GOOD ANYWAY.
ADDICT:
TO LET YOU GO WOULD BE THE DEATH OF ME. AND I KNOW, YOU’VE HAD A HOLD OF ME.YOU GOT STRONGER NOW THAN YOU USED TO BE; TIME TO LEAVE. I LOST IT ALL, AND GAVE IT ALL TO YOU. AND I KNOW I’LL NEVER GET IT BACK. AND IT’S SO MUCH HARDER, NOW THAT I’VE NOTHING TO LOSE, BUT I’M STRONGER NOW THAN I USED TO BE. I’M STRONGER THAN YOU. BUT EVERYTIME IT JUST GETS REPLACED; SHOPPING AT THE MALL, SMOKES AND ALCOHOL. TRYING TO RUN IN THIS RAT-RACE, GOD IS ALWAYS THERE; YOU HAVE A SOUL,I SWEAR.
FINALLY WE’VE FINALLY GONE AWAY. ABOUT TIME WE LISTENED TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY, YOU’VE BEEN SAYIN IT ALL ALONG. WE FINALLY GOT THE CHANGE WE NEEDED. JUST HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE; THAT GRAVE WE WERE DIGGING. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE DEATH OF US. WE FINALLY TOOK CONTROL OF THE LIVES WE’RE LIVING. SIX BLOOD-STAINED, BEAT-UP SOULS SO TIRED OF GIVING IN. AND IT’S HARD TO JUST WALK AWAY FROM WHAT WE SPENT SO LONG BUILDING. WE TRUST THAT GOD PROVIDES, AND WE CAN REST ASSURED THAT HE ONLY WANTS THE BEST FOR US. WE WON’T LET THIS BE THE DEATH OF US.
FINALLY:
WE’VE FINALLY GONE AWAY. ABOUT TIME WE LISTENED TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY; YOU’VE BEEN SAYING IT ALL ALONG. WE’VE FINALLY GOT THE CHANGE WE NEEDED, JUST HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE, THAT GRAVE WE WERE DIGGING. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE DEATH OF US. WE FINALLY TOOK CONTROL OF THE LIVES WE’RE LIVING. 6 BLOODSTAINED BEAT UP SOULS, SO TIRED OF GIVING IN. AND ITS HARD TO JUST WALK AWAY FROM WHAT WE SPENT SO LONG BUILDING, BUT WE TRUST THAT GOD PROVIDES, AND WE CAN REST ASSURED THAT HE ONLY WANTS THE BEST FOR US. WE WONT LET THIS BE THE DEATH OF US.
THANKS:
ARE YOU SAD CAUSE YOU’RE POOR? DO YOU LONG FOR ANOTHER? DID YOU LOSE YOUR ARMS AND LEGS IN THE WAR? IS YOUR PORRIDGE TOO COLD? IS YOUR WARDROBE TOO OLD? DID YOUR MOTHER LEAVE YOUR FATHER, WHO LEFT YOU ON YOUR OWN? COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, YOU’RE STILL ALIVE. WHO KNOWS, YOUR MOTHER COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BEFORE YOU ARRIVED. WHAT A WORLD… THE THINGS WE’RE THANKFUL FOR. DID YOUR DOG RUN AWAY? WERE YOUR ANCESTORS SLAVES? DID IT RAIN ON YOUR WEDDING DAY? DID THAT ONION MAKE YOU CRY? ARE YOU AFRAID TO DIE? DID YOU TRY AND FAIL, AND TRY AND FAIL, TO TAKE YOUR OWN LIFE? COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, YOU’RE STILL ALIVE. WHO KNOWS, THE DOCTOR COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BEFORE YOU ARRIVED. WHAT A WORLD… THE THINGS WE’RE THANKFUL FOR.
http://www.communityrecords.org/images/drydrowning_lyrics_insert.jpgLyrics:
Dry Drowning
LETS GET DRUNK AND DRIVE OUR CARS
DOWN THE FIRST RAVINE WE SEE
RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR
AND CHOP MY FACE OFF
IT’S THE ONLY DATE I’LL NEED
SO SELF-DESTRUCT WITH THE SPEED OF LIGHT
SO YOU DON’T GET IN THE WAY
SEE YOUR SYMPATHIES ARE NOT A PART OF ME
THAT WAS THE FIRST MISTAKE YOU MADE
WANT TO FEEL THE RAIN
ON THE BOTTOMS OF MY FEET
WHILE THE WEIGHT OF WATER
TAKES ME DOWN
IT’S THE NEW AIR I BREATH
LET THE SAND EMBRACE ME
ALL YOU PREACHERS DO IS TALK
ABOUT LIVING FOR ETERNITY
BUT I’LL SCRAPE THE BOTTOMS
OF THESE BARRELS
OH GOD I NEED RELEASE
SPEND ALL MY TIME WHINING
SPEND ALL MY TIME CRYING
WHILE THE WORLD FORGETS ME
BLESSED ARE THE CHILDREN
WHO BOW THEIR HEADS?
SHY YOUR EYES FROM THIS PHARISEE
JUST A BLINK IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
AND I’M THE PROPHET OF THE FLEAS
Personal Stalker (Cat)
GONNA SEE MY (YOUR) STALKER TONIGHT
I SHOULD’VE CALLED
BUT OUR PLANS WOULD BE SPOILED
GONNA SEE YOUR (MY) STALKER TONIGHT
IT’S NOT THE CAT IT’S JUST ME
WITH YOUR ARM SLUNG OVER THE BED
WHERE UNDERNEATH I LAY
AS I LICK YOUR FINGERS
AND BEFORE THE HOURS WAITING ON THE FLOOR
I (YOU) WATCHED YOU (ME) CROSS FROM ROOM TO ROOM
REMAINING SILENT AND UNNOTICED
MUSK HAS SEEPED INTO THE THREADS
LIKE RAIN ON THE DESERT FLOOR
THE SMELL OF PERFUME TELLS ME LIES
SWITCH GLASSES TASTE THE OTHERS KISS
WITH MY ARM SLUNG OVER THE BED
WHERE YOU LAY YOUR HEAD
YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHERE I’VE BEEN
BUT I’D REST BEFORE YOU LIVE IN MY SKIN
Tag You’re It
FOUND A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
WITH A BODY IN THE RIVER
IF WE KISSED IN THE WINTER
THEN OUR LIPS STICK TOGETHER
CLOCKS SHOULDN’T TELL
WHEN THINGS WILL HAPPEN
TAG…YOU’RE IT!
YOUR HEART IS THE WATER
AND THE PILOT LIGHT IS OUT
WHAT IS YOUR BOOK OF MATCHES
TO RELIGHT YOUR FLAME?
THAT WILL KEEP YOU GOING
KEEP YOU MILDLY SOMEWHAT SANE
…AND IF IT’S FREEZING
PLEASE KEEP THE FAUCET DRIPPING
DO MIRRORS GIVE YOU
THE INFORMATION THAT YOU NEED?
DESTROY VANITY. PLANT A SEED
ABOVE THE CHEST
AND YOU’LL BECOME THE TREE
Plug-In to Connect
THE WIRES AND CABLES, THE WAVES AND SIGNALS
THE FREQUENCIES, ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELDS
THIS IS A PLACE WHERE I’M JUST YESTERDAYS SON
I HAVE NO TASTE FOR THE LEGIONING THAT’S DONE
INTRUDING OUR HOMES FROM STEREOS TO T.V. SETS
FREQUENCIES, FREQUENCIES, TRAPPED IN THE WALLS
THE AIR IS SO DENSE, BUT YOU CAN STILL SEE THE SUN
ANTENNAS PICK UP WHAT’S ABOARD THRU MY HEAD
CANCER’S SPREADING TO THE GEARS, SO THE HOSES DRY
CRACKING THE SIDES, WE’LL CRY AT THE SKY
…AND IN THIS PLACE WHERE ALL THE STREETS SPARKLE
WHEN NIGHT IS AS BRIGHT AS THE DAY THAT JUST PAST
THE AIR IS SO DENSE, BUT YOU CAN STILL SEE THE SUN
ANTENNAS PICK UP WHAT’S ABROAD THRU MY HEAD
CANCER’S SPREADING TO THE GEARS, SO THE HOSES DRY
CRACKING THE SIDES, WE’LL CRY AT THE SKY
…AND IN THIS PLACE WHERE ALL THE STREETS SPARKLE
WHEN NIGHT IS AS BRIGHT AS THE DAY THAT JUST PAST
OH HOW IT GLOWS, AS ANONYMITY SHINES FROM EVERY
FACE, THIS LIGHT… A BLUDGEONING FORCE
WHERE’S THE PLUG-IN TO CONNECT?
NOW I HEAR THE CROSS-CHATTER AS INVISIBLE EYES ARE.
WATCHING, AS I LAY I SWEAR THAT THERE’S BUGS IN MY
BED, WHILE THEY CREEP AROUND I’LL HIDE FROM VIRAL
SCAMS, TUMORS & PEELING NOW A PART OF THE PLAN
woah. call the scores of wall street like a football game.
Conversation Rehearsal
running over conversations in my head. trying to think of what to say. as if it will matter anyway. as if it will make a difference. as if it will make you understand. you don’t listen to a word that i’ve said. rehearsing every word. over and over again. you can’t stand me. i can’t stand you forced into a corner. i wish things could be different. but they’ll probably never change. i try to fix things fail again. i try to fix things fail again. i can’t do any thing right. no i can’t do anything right. i trusted you. you let me down. i trusted you. you let me down. again.
Perception
we woln’t sleep until everyone looks the same
we woln’t sleep until everyone thinks the same
Stagnant Ska
why can’t we do something new?
everything sounds the same.
i don’t have the answer, no i don’t have the key
but i’m not giving up. no i’m not giving in.
no.
every time i hear you sing nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
it makes me wanna shoot myself in the head
no.
Power Struggle
what kind of shitbag would hit a girl?
she’s so beautiful and you’re so ugly. did it feel so great to raise your fist? did it feel so great to call her a bitch? holding others down. in order. to establish. supremacy.
YOU DON’T DESERVE TO TAKE ANOTHER BREATH.
Once Upon A Time…At A Hardcore Show
knowing that we’re all the same. and knowing that i’m not ashamed. i struggle to stand up. i struggle not to give up. we all have battles that we face. the challenge is to remain. focused and centered on creating something. creating something.all i’ve ever wanted was to make something just a little bit better than the one before me.i know you can feel this too. something deep inside you. screaming from within. silenced by restrictions. breaking through them is not something. done in a day. a lifetime of struggling. not to follow. the path before you.
Every Single Time
every single time that i think i have a grip.
my fingers get real tired and i just start to slip
the only thing i’ll ask for is one good night of sleep
but i lie here alone, waiting for your sweet
kisses on my forehead calming all my nerves
but i just can’t keep to quiet when i’m falling from the earth.
woah.
and sometimes when i feel like this i just wanna die.
but i know i woln’t give up when i’ve got you in mind.Let’s Meet At The L.B.C.
i close my eyes and think of you
take my time and try my best
to hold onto another breath
you have me feeling overwhelmed
but this time, its something,
that i don’t, i don’t dread to feel your skin next to mine
has brought me peace i can’t describe
learning how to trust again.
these days have been the best my friend
OUR BODIES FLOW LIKE WATER OUR LAND IS GETTING SOFTER YOU’VE GOT THE
WARMTH I’VE SEARCHED FOR CURRENTS COME BACK AND FORTH WE COULD BEND THE
LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH OUR WATER INTO SOMETHING GORGEOUS TO FIND I’VE
GOT THE WETLANDS ON MY SHOULDERS AND I HEAR THE OCEAN IN YOUR STOMACH
THIS TIME I COULD BE THAT OH OH OH OH OH OH IN YOUR OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH
I CAN FEEL YOUR WARMTH IN HERE I CAN DEAL WHEN WE’RE NOT CLEAR BECAUSE
OUR DEEP LIQUID FEELINGS BRING US SLEEP THEY BRING US HEALING
AND WE’RE FLOODING LIKE WE WANT TO
Big Fun
I COULD BE THAT PLACE IN YOUR HEART
TONIGHT WE CAN MOVE OUR BODIES LIKE WE
DON’T MIND I GOT THAT FEELING LIKE I I’D
START IT EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR YOUR NEON
LIGHTS I WANT YOU TO KNOW I DONT MIND
I GOT A FEELING YOU WON’T START IT I’VE HAD
MY FILL BECAUSE THE EXPERIENCE IS KILLED
WOULD YOU TAKE WHAT YOU WILL OH MY GOD
I HAVE TO CHILL COULD YOU ERASE THIS
EXPERIENCE ILL TRADE
Guilt
I KNOW YOU SEE THIS WHOLE MISTAKE FOR
IT MY GOD I KNOW THAT SOMETHING’S UP
AND WHAT ELSE COULD YOU GO AND TAKE
FROM IT THEY’VE GOT NO WAY TO FILL THEIR
CUPS CAN YOU PLACE IT WHERE THEY ARE
FROM MY GOD YOUR STILL FEELING FINE
CAN’T FEEL IT UPON YOUR MIND I FEEL IT
PILING UP YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING I
KNOW YOU DO IT’S SO MUCH I CAN
HEAR IT LEAVE OUT OF EVERY PORE
WE SEE IT PILING UP
Balloon Knot
IT’S OVER-EXPOSED IT SEEMS THAT OUR BODIES HAVE LOST ALL
THEIR PULL TOWARDS EVERYTHING WE WANTED IT HAPPENED AGAIN
OUR CRISP AND CLEAR SOUND IT GOT DULL IT’S EVERYTHING I
PLANNED IT’S EVERYTHING I WANTED MY DEAR YOUR THE ONE
THAT I NEVER THOUGHT I’D START ITS NOT ALL THAT I
HEAR BUT THIS RING IN MY EARS IT GOES OH OH…
YOU ARE THE OCEAN IN MY BODY AND WE JUST MAKE THE LOWEST
ROAR WOULD YOU PLEASE UNDERSTAND WHAT WE’VE BEEN SAYING
YOUR WAVES ARE LAPPING AT MY DOOR
At Bay
YOUR FEELINGS ARE ALL ON THE FENCE
YOUR FEELINGS ARE ON HIS FENCE
AND YOU ARE MOTIONLESS YOU’RE
LOOKING FOR IT IN YOUR HEAD
AND IN YOUR HEART EVEN THOUGH
IT’S BEEN DEAD YEAH IT’S SO
DEAD SO MUCH YOU HAVE LOST TO
SO MANY PLACES I CANNOT PLACE YOU
NOW YEAH YOU ARE GONE
Golden
TELL ME WHERE TO GO I AM FALLING HOME IT IS NOT ALONE WHERE
WILL I FIND GOLD WHERE IS IT ALL FROM WHERE ARE WE ALL
GOING TO WHAT CAN & WHAT CAN’T BE SOLD I TRIED
WHERE IS MY HEAVEN A PLACE LIKE I ONCE HEARD REVERIED
TO THE START CAN I TRY TO BE THE IMPORTANT PLACE INSIDE
I’M FIRST IN YOUR LINE WILL YOU TRY TO BE MY IMPORTANT
Congo Half-Mask
IT’S THE WEIGHT OF ALL THAT I WANT TO BE IT’S THE
LIGHTNESS OF ALL THESE WEIRD THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD
IT’S THE WAY I MOVE IT’S WHAT PUSHES ME IT’S MY
FRAGILE ROOTS AND THE COLORS CHANGING IN MY LEAVES
IT’S ARRESTING YOUR THE WORK OF GOD IT’S WHAT
YOU BELIEVE IT’S A PART OF YOU BUT IT’S NOT A
PART OF ME WHAT MY FUTURE HOLDS IT’S WHAT
FRIGHTENS ME IT’S IN GETTING OLD HOW WILL THESE
THOUGHTS HOLD MY HEAD IT COULD NEVER BE HAD IT
COULD NEVER BE PLANNED IT COULD NEVER BE HAD
IS THAT MAKING YOU SAD
Same Difference
BUT WE DON’T EVEN TALK BIGGER FAULT THAN I THOUGHT
SEPARATED BY STATES AND MY STORIES SEEM FAKE AND I’M
TELLING YOU THINGS SO THAT YOU’LL TELL ME THINGS BUT
I’M LOSING MY SELF AND I’VE WHAT SHOULD HELP AND I
DON’T NEED MORE SPACE IT’S OFF OF MY MIND FIX IT BY
ITSELF WHAT’S MY SECRET THAT I’VE KEPT FROM MYSELF
OUT OF MY MIND
Back in the day,
When we were young,
Our lives were long,
And god was talking.
With us.
We knew the earth.
We had respect
For the other creatures
That shared her surface.
With us.
The stars were bright,
They held our future,
But the smog and lights
Made them grow dimmer.
Forgot infinity,
Divided days into seconds.
Things got a bit crazy.We have religions now,
And holy wars,
Cigarettes
And health insurance.
Tax brackets
And economic class,
Slavery
And drone attacks.
Were civilized
And getting fat
Torturing animals
Getting heart attacks
We assimilate
But don’t create,
Our words are filled
With lies and hate.
We think were free
But we can’t speak.
We cry when we are happy.Keep your head on, friend.
I know this world’s crazy,
but we, the bottom 90,
Can change this mess that were in.
One thing im sure of.
My feet are on the ground,
And im running.I’ve got a wishing list,
And my guitar.
A couple fists,
A couple scars
And ill make this world
A better place,
For the kids I plan
To have one day
With my loving wife
Back in seattle
Keeping a family
Is have the battle
Because if you can’t love,
Or keep a promise,
You are the problem,
You’re my target.
Success
youre writing music
for the latest cool crowd
begging the record labels
to buy your music and shove it down
the throats of the radio jockeys
spinning mindless, hateful, meaningless
music controlling the ignorant masses.good job, good sport, you did it!
you sold us out to make it.you let a producer
tell you what to do,
dont play that, dont say this,
does it even matter to you?
can you see the damage that you’ve done
or are your eyes blinded by
the lights of the stadium?
while youre living
in your fairy-tale world,
good job, good sport, you did it!
you sold us out to make it.wait for it,
wait, wait for it.
youll get dropped like a bad habit.
Friends
You say you really want to know, just what I think of you. Once my pal but never again ‘cause you were a pal untrue. And if the blame should fall on me I suppose I apologize, but that makes two that you owe to me in all of these people’s eyes.
We don’t need anybody to tell us where we’re from, we don’t need anybody to approve of what we’ve done. Friends don’t walk out on friends, or move so rash and bold. The sun is shining bright, but you have left us out in the cold.
What I don’t get is your timing, why’d you have to go? You had a friend and a band and an occupation, now what you have to show? For years of hard work and sacrifice your dreams were at your hands, and if you knew then what you know now, would you still fuck your band?
We don’t need anybody to tell us where we’re from, we don’t need anybody to approve of what we’ve done. Friends don’t walk out on friends, or move so rash and bold. The sun is shining bright, but you have left us out in the cold.
Look who forgot what friends are for, one’s right next to you on the floor. I’ve been through this process before, I know it well. Last one I thought would fail out failed them all.
Cheap
He saw a stain on his jacket while
Lying on the floor,
Face down, next to the bathroom door.
When he looked up, everyone was gone,
But they made their mark all over the apartment.
“Damn” he said, as he rubbed his head.
And got a glass of water to help with the hangover.
Whoa is me, I sold myself to cheap
I feel a little like dying.
My friends are invisible till the weekend
Won’t somebody sit with me till the weekend?
He saw a stain on his window while
Crying in his room, thinking
“What am I gonna do? Im alone.
What’s this stain on my window? What’s this stain on my soul?”
DISTANCE
All day long I think of you,
The only thing I look forward to is getting home
To call you on the phone.
And every time I close my eyes,
I hope that ill materialize in your bed,
So far from my own.
Its useless, its just wishful thinking,
But what’s the harm in trying one more time?
Its only a couple hundred miles.
Id walk the distance just to see you smile.
What am I if you’re not by my side?
Please don’t cry, we’ll be alright,
We just need to be more patient.
Please just know I love you so,
And no distance will ever change that.
Sometimes I feel im going crazy,
I never thought that I would be in love
With someone far away.
But god had you picked out for me,
He made us both step out to see
Love is strong, if we build it all on him.
And true sometimes I feel like screaming
Why the hell did he make it work this way?
But I know there’s a reason for it all.
One day we’ll break down this cell phone wall.
One day my heart will meet its other half.
this is what happens,
When you burn all your bridges.
Looking down on the valley
From atop the highest ridges,
Loading your muskets
To meet with the savages
Who have no clothes
Or knowledge of jesus.
You assumed they had
Things to learn from you.
Like the value of land and possessions,
Gun powder, alcohol, and civilization.
Learn, record, expand, explore,
Until a deluge or a war,
Now alexandria’s burning.
History, and tradition,
Words of God, and words of men,
Entire cultures forgotten.
If those who forget history
Are bound to repeat it,
What of those who destroy it?
This Is the definition of ignorance.
Wise men’s words erased for allegiance.
Save your excuses,
I have no time to hear them.
Im busy strengthening my mind
With time spent in silent meditation.
Untangling my soul from
the grips of the material.
8 LONG YEARS
seems like yesterday.
no nukes, no peace,
no apologies.
who will dig the graves?
we’ll create jobs some way.
expand the war.
bring death to every door.
blood-thirsty, begging for more
money and weapons for it,
more people to die for it,
more patience from the working class that pays for it.
more methods of interrogation,
more talking heads on the news stations,
more campaign contributions from corporations.
they stay one step ahead.
the republic is dead.
this is not a game,
dont matter who’s to blame.
my family and friends,
at war with civilians.
what will our children think?
will we seem strong or weak?
will they ever see
their country at peace?
i think they will if we
put more money into education,
respect the sovereignty of other nations,
and dont go into war with false intentions,
lying to the world and ourselves instead of leaving.
if we werent so obsessed with saving face,
bending the laws so we can look straight,
we could spend our time on fixing whats broken.
we arent looking ahead,
too scared to quit being led.
the republic’s dead.
take a look around,
hypocrisy abounds.
every lie you hear,
spoken to keep you in fear.
so if you long for peace,
if you long to be free,
put down your flag,
protest the eagle’s greed.
Informant:
Don’t make me no never mind.
I know, I know that I said, I know I said nothing ever changes. But I’ve been wrong
before so I’ll still stay it seems nothing ever changes.Wide eyed, another sleepless night. What’s wrong have they scared you? I see the
trouble on your face, tell me child why do you stay in this place?Nothing, Nothing, Nothing Nothing’s in control of my mind
Nothing, Nothing Nothing’s in control of my mind of my mind like you So you want to run away a while, and that’s ok because you’ve got nowhere to go.
And you think you’d like to learn a thing, learn a thing or two.
It’s already there for you. But Something, something, something, something’s got a hold of me now.
(and I’m scared because unlike before I don’t know what to do when I going back for
more)
But something, something, something something‘s in control of my miiiiiiind.So you want to run away a while, and that’s ok because I’ve been there befooooooore
And you think that you might learn a thing, learn a thing or two.
What is it to you?So we want to run away a while, and that’s ok because we’ve got nowhere to go.
And we think that we might learn something, learn a thing or two.
What is it to you?
To process at normal speed
The problem with this, with the changing story. Not short, not sweet and unendlessly
boring but – you are the series of actions created in the concept of your life. And it’s
easier to process at normal speed while Imagining in retrospect. I hear some voice off in
the distance heavy with exhaustion say. All around me this hollow vision, please! Give
me depth with quick precision.
And it all stems from this and its all in your eye. With your friends around you these four
walls grow warm and tall. And if we go your way, who’s to say anything of me when
I don’t believe. Sometimes I just want to finish my thoughts…I can finally finish my
thoughts. Diagonally they come to me and I know things will be better than they were
before.And it all stems from this…A million little things that can make you feel bad, maybe it’s time turn the page.
I know a million things that are going so right, and I know I should get involved with
them But a million little strings running through you and me. Maybe things aren’t so badmaybe they’re not so bad.
Stick around
What would you do if everything that I had told you had been a lie? ‘Cause there’s a
possibility that it is has. But that doesn’t mean, that I don’t mean what I say when I say
that I think that in a million years we’ll all be dead anyway. Sometimes it makes me feel
I’ve nothing left to say. But if time makes fools of us all and I’ve said it before and I’ll
say it again nothing ever changes it’s all the same.There’s nothing left for me to say, there’s nothing left for me to say.…but why would you listen to a single word I’ve said? Don’t forget – don’t forget the
truth. Don’t forget – don’t forget the truth.
Don’t forget – don’t forget the truth.And if you want me too, I’ll stick around with you.
And if you want me too, I’ll stick around with you.Lately
Well I’ve been thinking lately, probably thinking to much. About everything that’s
happened and everything I’ve done. And I’ve been drinking lately, probably drinking to
much. The signal from the real world fades but I never, never lose touch.And as the day grows tired, I’ll hold my head up high. I won’t let ashes fall from the
brightest of bright blue skies.So tell me what’s the issue to you? That you would try so hard to cut me down. Tell
me what is this to you? Isn’t there room for both of us in this quiet, in this sleepy Texas
town?With the choices I’m presented I’m careful how I choose ‘cause when I choose poorly.
No one sings my blues.So tell me what’s the issue to you. That you would try so hard to cut me down. Tell me
what is this to you? Isn’t there room for both of us in this quiet, in this sleepy Texas
town?
We’ll set it up drop down for the mix down.
Take a deep breath, death is gonna take you away.
Fez up! Don’t frown and get down with the crown.
Just little notes left behind.
God given words. A bunch of letters
About how we fall down… Yeah we fall down.
A quick fix, I’m left dead for the better?
The true sign of our greatness
Is shattered steel and pink petals.
The cut feels twice the heavier
So let’s seal the deal.
As she bites the core,
It decors us with it’s grace and
Everything falls down…
Yeah we fall down.
2. iPoo
In such a world of conflicts
This world of victims
Feeble minds get lost
With the extravaganza
Of a propaganda that is generally paid for, shipped, and enjoyed
While sitting back in comfort in the safety of my American home
Embracing each other because no one else will buy into
Prefabricated bullshit. I get consciously consumed by it.
It floods our minds as we take each breath
We long for love beyond one’s own depth
We’ll celebrate a dying cause.
Consume the greed, bleed quietus.
3. Msg. Board Rebellion
It never felt the warmth of the sun
Or the loving of a mother’s feelings
Experimental drones
Living as the clones
Of our ambitious ways
As we let it go to waste now
Just sit on your ass. Message board rebellion.
It’s killing you, It’s killing me.
As you sit on your ass. Message board rebellion.
Six billion franchised whores
Contribute their monies to this ecological devastation.
How longer can it go?
All nations must know that no man is an island.
You reap what you sow as you take more and more.
Just sit on your ass. Message board rebellion.
It’s killing you, It’s killing me.
As you sit on your ass. Message board rebellion.
“Please help me” (our earth cries loud.)
4. Number One, Feel Good
Not far away on a little island in the Caribbean
A poor soul withdrew with hesitation.
Life of the fabulous you say?
How far are you willing to go for this shit?
There’s always excluded
Actions in forms of divinity.
These conniving virgins try to place a tag on me…
As I lay I prostrate!
You’ll still find me in a fight for a better world
This atomistic subculture won’t have shit on me
You tend to strive for the underground you say?
As we live to settle in a joyous life of comfort
As we live to settle.
5. A Stranger in a Hostel
A coward giving cowardly advice
In a matter of projection
Fairy tales begin with no ending in mind
But I’m not connecting the dots
That would lead me
To a place where I should be
Like a stranger in a hostel,
A useful combination
For being what you’re not
Like a stranger in a hostel
A useful combination
For not giving a fuck
6. Attn: Ersatz Food Inc.
It’s true.
We’ve manipulated life for a gross profit.
Our debt is set yet still.
I’m unwillingly dying alone.
Truly read as multiple accounts of murder
With a morbid interest for success.
“The less you know, the tastier.”
Their lives are worn and souls are torn.
Just let them be, please leave them alone.
This Ersatz Food Inc. makes me choke.
With their fanatical unethical culture
Consuming the consumer’s minds they are the lurkers and vultures
That pillage and plunder. They pillage and plunder.
But what’s known as life I guess it’s ok
To take it away but just in a survivalist state
Unlike their consumerist ways. Success!!
7. A Boy Who Deceived The World
Just let me be leave me alone
I just want to be left alone today
This sad, sad song is a painful reminder
Of a boy who left his home
And now wanders all alone in the grey.
This sad, sad song is a painful reminder
As cold as thieves they take from the dead
Call on me to surrender “it’s left unfed”
But through this haze I found my way,
Sweet taste of emersion.
Just let me be leave me alone
I just want to be left alone today
This sad, sad song is a painful reminder
Of a boy who left his home
And now wanders all alone in the grey.
This sad, sad song is a painful reminder
Daddy please come back home
I don’t want to be left alone today
The sad sad song is a painful reminder
Of a man who left his home
And now wanders all alone in his shame.
This sad sad song has been a painful reminder.
8. The Ronzona’l Chronicles
On that day the hatred in my heart was gone
Thanks to Ronzona’l
The light of the flash
Ignited a great blaze hotter than the sun
(Everything was gone)
The ashes around us covered us like blankets.
We were all for one, I was one for all.
The race of the races turned on us all
Cause even the greatest empires fall
We lacked the love and understanding
So if we’re so smart, why come we killed ourselves?
The creative cancers, the bringers of hate of the late earth now.
We’re all just stellar dust.
Here it ends for us all
In this darkness we exchange our views on human evolution
9. Leonel Fernandez: “O Mai Gau!”
Leonel make way for a better day
Your contemporary schism
Won’t make way for a better day.
Just settle for the standards of rebuilding
This fucking modernization
How many more lives will it take?
Our gentle plea for salvation
How many more lives will it take?
My gentle plea for salvation. Right!
What’s giving up at the dawning of the uproar
While the faction of some is slowly
Changing this pretentious movement
Is making me sick when they chant “fuck world trade”
Then fest with the enemies
Oh Leonel make way for a better day
Your contemporary schism won’t make way for a better day
10. Sturgeon’s For Sale
You’re the gentrification of everything you want to be
Given the influx in this process I wonder how it is
How it is you can speak so
Highly of the values tattooed on your skin.
While still cashing in calling yourself an anarcho
Who thinks he’s altruistic. You’re just a prick.
Who really has no sense for the values
The values that these chords can bring.
Oh you’re bound to your nemesis
You’re so fucking proud of shit.
Drinking 40’s yet you’re taking sips
From Dixie cups filled with piss
It’s the plastic commercial value it brings
You’re so proud of the songs you sing
With your “no commercial value” implanted in teens.
You want your voice to be heard you say?
Nice justification for selling it
With the same dream
A lovely wet dream
You’ll have no will to go
You’ll find yourself in isolation
How nice of you to preach diversity
Then tell me everything should be the same to me
How nice of you to get inebriated
With the thought that smoke and mirrors can last a lifetime
Guapananananooooooo!!.
11. Lacross
Listen to your nonsense soon you will decay
Blasphemy and make belief is the only way.
With no site of peace and violence peaks
You’re no debating right from wrong
Cheering for white, purple, or red
The paradigm soon to fall
Conglomerate Caucasian fucks
Go find faith to cover up
I’m sick and tired of all you claim…
Your face in the curb I want you dead!
12. Pepelewho?
All your stories left unheard
Buried underneath the rubble
I know the sun must hit you harder
When you’re standing from the west.
Still everything was left
For you to build from the start
And one mouth has ever caught so few attention
I can’t blame you for trying
To choke on your sweat
As much as you can’t blame yourself for hating
I guess we are
Conveniently packaged away!
Now realize the discomfort
When you’re doors have to remain shut
You keep trying to reorganize those steps
That lead to this direction
But now hell just seems a little closer
I guess we are
Conveniently packaged away
lies are best told with a smile.
dont hold your breath, this may take a while.
dont get caught, and you did nothing illegal.
lucky you. you cant put a price on a sea gull.you call me complicit as a consumer.
if i buy a knife, do i support murder?
no, i dont, and i expect a little fucking decency.
lucky you. not everybody feels the way that i do.drill, baby, drill.
risk is only half the thrill.
drill, baby, drill
we still have more things to kill.told for so long how much we needed it.
soaked our children and our coffins in it.
still i drive thousands of miles when the summer hits.
lucky you, were all such happy little hypocrites.Eat The Planet – Dan Potthast
I need you to recognize,
That we have hunger pains that are not just going to subside.
I will be satisfied.Take one of everything
In the whole wide world.
Swallow everything,
Until our stomachs curl.Eat these candle holders.
Eat these figurines.
Eat a boat and trailer.
Set my soul at ease.Eat the house we live in.
Eat the front yard.
Eat the car were driving
Eat all my guitars.Here’s a toaster oven,
A microwave to chew.
Eat this television.
Chase it with shampoo.Let’s eat the planet.
Start chewing. We don’t need it.
Let’s eat the planet.
Start chewing. We don’t need it.
Let’s eat the planet.
Eat the planet.
Eat it we don’t need it.
Eat the planet.
Eat the planet.
Eat the planet.
EAT IT!EAT IT!Let’s eat the planet.
Start chewing. We don’t need it.
Let’s eat the planet.
Start chewing. We don’t need it.
Let’s eat the planet.
Eat the planet.
Eat it we don’t need it.
Eat the planet.
Eat the planet.
Eat the planet.
Eat the planet.Blame Yourself – Mustard Plugyou were so angry
came with a boycott
signed up your friends and you called the presscried from the mountain
with righteous anger
while I was busy cleaning up the messI can’t stand up for falling down
and I don’t know where the sea meets the sacred ground
I can’t stop the earth from spinning round
another tree falling doesn’t make a soundBlame yourself for the car you drive
you should have know better but you spread the lie
Blame yourself for the gas you burn
you should have known better but you’ll never learna year later
none wiser
you drove away but you didn’t see meall your passion
it’s now forgotten
a fading sticker on your SUVI can’t stand up for falling down
and I don’t know where the sea meets the sacred ground
I can’t stop the earth from a spinning round
another tree falling doesn’t make a sound
We connect like positive and negative poles of a magnet
I read you like I read an open book
I let you go like little tiny fish squeezing through the fish net
But then I gave it another look
I could not smile as big as I used to
I did not move, no I’m still in Houston
And if I called you up on the tele
Would you spend a little time with me
Even though it’s a little risky?
I learned a lot but as it turns out every single answer was not
What I had expected it to be
I guess after all, you are the one and only girl that I ever really have sought
I’m led to you, you’re led to me
Brainstormy
(instrumental)
Mean Song
You are not the weight resting on my shoulders
You’re never on my mind but always on my lips
You are not the icing on top of my cake, now
No you are just the faucet with an unfixable drip
I Bet You Ride Go Karts Pretty Often
You are the queen of my castle
But living so far away, it has become a hassle
I have been given sutures and you have been getting suitors
You are the color that is in me
And you are what makes my tea sweet
And I’m wondering what you’re thinking, honestly
I hope that you’re thinking just like me
It’s silence on the phone
I’m wishing I was home
Summer’s gonna come and I’ll be on that road again
Summer This Way, Summer That Way
(instrumental)
Cobwebs
We’ve got cobwebs
Growing on our history
I’ve misplaced pages
Forgot our ages
Living wistfully
A focus in two dimensions
Make something stand out in a blur
We’re getting hazy
It’s been full of smoke and ash
I feel the heat
On my face and my back
We’re touching over and over again
Not retreating or hanging on
It’s in my head again
Learning my lesson
How to right a wrong
Me, I’m tired but I’m ready for it all
There are enough ways to fall
But when I give it a try, it’s foreign
When I stop, it’s easy
But if I’m bored, then I’m boring
I might never please me
(Crank That)
I could try my best to be your soldier boy
I know that I do not know all the moves
But I will try my best to make them up
If you’d give me just one chance, that’s enough
I will try to give you what you want
But in my past, I learned that all I should be giving you is honesty
I will try to speak free
713/504
Come on, Suzan you know how our wind used to blow
I’ve been gusting for days, but we’re so far away
That our winds are still in route and will pass each other soon
We’ve got time, yeah we do
And I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten you
It’s just these days have been filled
And I’ve lost most my will
To keep up with my friends
But I’ll find it again
It’s not just you in this pool in my head
I’m a fool to let it sit there so long
To lose touch with my home
Take Pictures
I’ve got nothing to do
And I’m thinking that you could contribute
Now I’ve won a few hearts
I’ve killed a few off in my head
Separated by space and time
In two places at once
Now I’m taking a chance
By learning a dance we can’t finish
Take pictures of your thoughts
And I’ll take pictures of my friends
We’ve got calendars and timers
I can count every grain of sand
I can see for miles down the thruway
Long Island bound, via St Mark’s Place
Bright Texaco lights in the rearview
will slowly fade out into space
Take the L Train to Brooklyn
and a front row seat at the reunion show
but now I think its time to go
I’m sinking in the crowd
We’re all paying customers now
I’ve been forgetting all my stories
Traded recklessness in for routine
Sang those songs wrong for the last time
An era ends in one long drunken scream
We’re leaving New York City
Hangovers are starting to set in
For every funeral there’s a homecoming
I’m sinking in the crowd
We’re all paying customers now
And the music’s way too fucking loud
Yeah, we’re all paying customers now
“You’re No Good”
Jesse Fuller / Bob Dylan, 1961
“Peas and Beans”
I made my peace with effigies
left swinging from the beams
They looked the part and paid the price
but now the mob’s moved on to bigger things
Tie a yellow rope ’round the old oak tree
while the senators get high
With a burning cross to light the stage
politicians face the crowd and lie
Now the mayor’s singing karaoke
at a golf course bar uptown
Glasses clink to the police chief
but the park echoes with a sadder sound
While he murders Frank Sinatra
full of free scotch on the rocks
somebody’s sleeping in the streets
through another round of shots
No cause is heaven-sent
Birds shit on the monuments
All statues crumble to dust
Why can’t we just come clean
we see what we want to believe
not what’s right in front of us
The signs along the righteous path
have long since faded away
God’s sleeping in on Sunday morning
getting by on severance pay
I saw Jesus Christ last night staring at me
through my window pane
but his sunken cheeks and junkie eyes
made me turn away afraid
On an all night drive from wrong to right
prophets fight to stay awake
Now the hand that bled to salvage man
only do the strung-out shake
Do you believe in conspiracy or coincidence?
Did you mistake rank for relevance
We only get what we ask for (and nothing more)
In the monopoly of democracy (god bless)
did you put your faith in hypocrisy? (this mess)
The sun rises again in New York (I love New York)
“Let’s Get Invisible”
We gave up Eden all over again
Sacrificed all advice to the world’s oldest sin
The pretense was shed
The old gods are dead
Blood stains faithful hands across the divide
We cannibalize along party lines
All facts are first drafts for playwrights to revise
The last act was staged
on the world’s front page
We’ll blacklist the actors for life
So I’m setting up camp on a shopping mall roof
The sun never seemed so damn bright
We’ll drink coffee in Huesca tomorrow
but Barcelona’s burning tonight
Socialists are waiting tables for tips
The food lines are full of the rich
“slumming it”
When everything’s up for grabs
we want whatever we don’t have
and we all end up begging for change
We traded in our revolution
for a civil war
And I’m still on the roof of the Regal 18
Old comrades clear in the sights
We’ll drink whiskey in DC tomorrow
but Eagle Street is burning tonight
“God and Country ”
I’ve spent most of my life in a middle class suburb
Being cared for and protected by my loving Mom and Dad
Raised and educated to excel in our society
Work hard and play your part and earn the life you want to have
Since I’ve been on my own I’ve come to one major conclusion
as I schemed and scrambled for my piece of the pie
that working hard and playing your part in this brave new world
will only earn you barely getting by
I thought of going back to school because my co-workers are all depressed
The owners of the world put them on credit to survive
But I need a diploma like 4 years in a coma
with monthly payments on the other side
So I’ll set my wallet on fire and I’ll move into the hills
I’d rather work for my own sustenance than just to pay the bills
Let the system crash and burn, sinking the guilty
in a sea of everything they thought they’d earned
A dear friend of mine gave me a book some years ago
Said “Man was born free and everywhere he is in chains”
Spent years hating society until I realized
the cage we’re trapped inside oftentimes is our own brains
On my travels I’ve met characters too real for any story
My experience has shown the truth of government and God
It’s that I need a government as much as they want my dissent
and God is something simply found inside
I’ll set my wallet on fire and I’ll move into the hills
I’d rather work for my own sustenance than just to pay the bills
Let the system crash and burn, yeah I’ll be ready
In a brand new life I know I’ve surely earned
But I can’t put my finger on your mouth
Once I tried it was so easy to fake it
I could not get any closer
Fun Times at Whiskey Bay:
How could I relate? No I…
How could my intentions find?
Weather out the storms inside my mind
And I’m making plans to call them off in time
And I can’t stop this shaking in my bones
And I can’t shake this feeling of a home
But failure’s a big part
of talking out loud
of making a sound
But me, me I’m a big boy
I’ll try it again whether you’re listening or not
To be a burden, like scraping of nails
What’s good and what ails
But me, me I’m a big part of keeping it in
What a big fucking sin
I feel safe with you and you with me
My smile spreads ’till I can’t see
You, you are the earth and I am your dirt
We seem to be for what it’s worth
And I feel safe with you and you with me
My mud is spread ’till you can’t see
You, you are the earth, I am your dirt
We seem to be for what it’s worth
Absinthesizer:
I don’t like wine
You’re drinking it all of the time
But darling, I’ve got shit to say
But we drink it away and this doesn’t get better with time
So baby, put down your glass
I don’t know how long this will last
And when this all comes to close,
I’m raising my glass and I’m making a toast
Untitled #7,408:
I wait for you to meet me outside with the shimmering lights
And I’d love for you to unwind
Take my hand, and take it all in, make just one honest grin
It would make my day/up my mind
You’ve got things inside of your body
The best positivity, I am calling you out
I’ve got things inside of my head
Things behind my blush red
You are heaven without a doubt
And I wait on your face
To hint at your want to be at this place
“Too much, too much” you may say
But your sun is shining and I can feel it’s rays.
I’m on to you because we smile all day
We do see our light through our veins as love
And life as blood
Treats:
Caddywhompus
We play for keeps
…But Not Before A Show:
My god you are up to something
But I am up to nothing
My god I believe I’m blushing
I don’t know where we’re going to
You are more than nothing
I am less than something
My heart starts to race, it’s running
And I just can’t wait to feel safe with you
Probably Should Have Done All That Acid:
Some thoughts bring back the songs I had stuck in my head
All the time when I knew you were mine
Winter sets in wishful thinking
Till it’s hard to stay warm
Till I can see my breath
Needed the calm of our storm
Needed my black cloud to lift
‘Cause our sun, it rose and set without me knowing
Eat Chest:
The stores are all closing but she is just waking up
She doesn’t know when to say “stop” when enough is enough
She is the queen of her castle, she’s opening down
And I want her to feedback, I just want her to make a sound
And I’ll stand a little bit closer to you
If you really really want me to
Oh my god
She is the weight on my world when she isn’t around
My god, I’m still waiting on her, she just won’t make a sound
And then she’s like
But oh my god, you’re like
See, I’m so happy like
But oh my god, you’re like
And I’ll stand a little bit closer to you
If you really really want me to
Oh my god
Toy Boat Toy Boat Toy Boat Toy Boat Toy Boat:
I am trying to say something
Nothing’s coming out
So I am wanting to think different
Take another route
“Where’d you come from? Where you going?”
It all sounds the same
And I can’t even remember, what’s your fucking name?
Acadian Threeway:
(instrumental)
Greatest country-its dear to me
our founding fathers aspirations
Please dont question my loyalty
with our soil not the politicians
Their words are lies but they mesmerize
pulling wool over the publics eyes
time for a change-futures in doubt
Coup D’etats is what Im talkin about
Brought up to think that we set the bar
My thoughts about that are quickly changing
TRUE democracy perfect in theory
its a warped version DC is practicing
Greedy for power -their need for riches
Theyve created a system that just doesnt work
Pray for the truth to rear its ugly head
In the words a wise man once said
SUPPORT YOUR COUNTRY ALL OF THE TIME
YOUR GOVERNMENT ONLY WHEN IT DESERVES IT
Our time is now-No time to waste
Got to start over before its too late
Their democracy is a hypocrisy
Slinging their bullshit is what they get paid for
Their words are lies but they mesmerize
pulling wool over the publics eyes
time for a change-futures in doubt
coup d’etats what Im talking about
Na(x10)
WERE ALL HUMAN
Makin mistakes cause no ones perfect
No excuses I did what I did
Maybe I just cant deal with pressure
BEST INTENTIONS
Truthfully that is where my heart lies
Sucked in the heat of the moment
Sometimes thoughts get lost in translation
Is this problem irreparable
Is what I did unforgivable
10 YEARS IN
That’s a longtime to walk away from
Keep it inside talkin to no one
Right there is the root of the problem
SO SHE SAYS
Step to the plate or step to the door
Never respond well backed in a corner
That was the time should have swallowed my pride
Thought what we had was invincible
Our connection incredible
Is this problem irreparable
Is what I did unforgivable
Cant you see
What you’ve meant to me
Forgiving me
An impossibility
WAKE UP
Snap out of it
That’s not like you to let yourself get beat
Keep the past in the past
Time it passes way too fast
Need to get yourself on your feet
Time to pick yourself up
Pick yourself up by the bootstrap
Need a kick in the ass
Time it passes way too fast
Need to get yourself on your feet
Homefront
This world seems to gone out of control
United States moral police on patrol
Dept of Defense or its it Offense
Lives of our soldiers not a viable expense
Impose our values backed by a gun
Worthless battle that can not be won
Wasting our time need leave it alone
Concentrate on our problems at home
(CH)
NO WAY TO MAKE COPACETIC
THINGS GOTTEN WAY TOO HECTIC
IT MIGHT SOUND BLEAK BUT I MUST INSIST
LIKE BLOOdCLOT SANG WORLD PEACE CANT EXIST
Is it just me or is it plain to see
we need our national guard in our own backyard
when were under attack who’ll be watching our back
Need our borders secure then were safe for sure
Hey Rudy!
Hey Hey Hey RUDY-You ruined New York City
I liked it better how it used to be
I want it back how it used to be
I was just a high school kid-naive and wide eyed
Sneaking away for the night-Jumped in for the ride
Lower east side-NYC-was our destination
A bit of fear, awe and wonder-filled by fascination
CH x2
Going down the west side-gawking at the circus
Hookers , Junkies, Homeless people-there to entertain us
Passin CBs on the right On our way to St Marks
Avenue A’s where the punx hung out-cop weed in Tompkins park
CH x2
On the highway in-stripped and burnt out cars
Reminded of a scene out of Road Warrior
Windows boarded up on building after building
Kept you on your toes with an uneasy feeling
Most think that youve done well-much safer and much cleaner
I liked it better when it was scary and meaner
Now a days its not much different from any other place
What youve done to New York City,I wish I could erase
Megalomaniac
Your belief in your superiority
Gets fueled by your lack of empathy
Dictatorship ruled by your false illusions
In your master plan of grandiose delusions
MEGALOMANIAC
Our lives are pawns to further your agenda
This will lead us down to the bitter end
Brewing up your recipe for disaster
Downward spiral is only going faster
MEGALOMANIAC
BASICALLY-Fed by greed and power hungry
HISTORICALLY–Stalin/Hitler/Mussolini
PRESENTLY-list grow exponentially
TRAGICALLY-we wont act till its too late
CLINICALLY-call you narcissistic
EASILY-to be seen as psychopathic
BASICALLY-hell bent on world destruction
TRAGICALLY-we wont act till its too late
Bad Sign (unplugged)
Just another weekend night-out with your friends
Troubles never far behind-black cloud overhead
Not necessarily your intention-to get into a bind
story of your life when your born under a bad sign
All the sudden- melee
mistaken words that-they say
police are called on-there way
Just another weekend night
You and your friends-rush to leave the scene
pulled over by the mean-askin where youve been
goes back to his car-runs your plate and name
you step on the gas -tires they start to spin
high speed chase-tires blaring
run red lights-people scaring
pedestrians -nearly missing
they make it by the skin of their teeth
3 more cops-join the chasing
closin in-hearts are racing
so many charges -that your facing
trying not to get caught
Subversive Terrorist (unplugged)
There was this kid
Meager in stature, abundant in whit
Pushed him, they shoved him
All of his life, he put up with it
Started in grade school
Beat up at recess, tripped in the halls
Then there came high school
Humiliated daily, had no friends at all
Thought it was over when school was done
But the torture had just begun
It only got worse as he entered the world
Repeatedly dumped on by every girl
Taken all that he can take
Like a pressure cooker, about to explode
Mind is set on getting even
Those fuckers will pay, revenge is his motto
Violence, it just aint his thing
Covert to him is more inspiring
Cuts and bruises, they heal a lot faster
Then the wounds left by this bastard
He started out with such innocence
He turned into something more deviant
Went from one extreme to another
The extent of his evil makes me shudder
Heres some insight on how he works
Late night hang ups, itll drive you berserk
Sugar in gas tank, flatten your tires
Crap in a brown bag and light it of fire
Your credit card number, he finds in your trash
Sends you subscriptions to gay porno mags
Plotting, planning, scheming, conniving
How to get his even without you knowing
He started out with such innocence
He turned into something more deviant
Went from one extreme to another
The extent of his evil makes me shudder
Blinded (unplugged)
BLINDED
-I never really saw what was happening
REMINDED
-Of what I did before,I did the same thing
COMFORTABLE
-In my surroundings,came to bite me
INEVITABLE
-No one could stand that much insensitivity
INSENSITIVITY- INSENSITIVITY
All the signs were there to read
In plain sight but so hard to see
WHY CANT YOU SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!
ITS HARD TO SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!
Manic Depression
Rapid transformation from a sane mind
to a warped mind
leaves his life behind
Things gettin hectic then you vanished
Are you alive or have you perished
The first is what I hope because I am an optimist
The seconds what i fear because you had a death wish
What first impressed me was your intelligence
I looked at you like some kind of genius
words flowed from your fingers right to your pen
Never to see masterpieces like that again
Talents also lied in your directing abilities
That you refined living in New York city
In your life-all the things youve done
Makes me so sad to see what youve become
MANIC DEPRESSION-it turned a sane man into a madman
Im afraid that you wont come back again
MANIC DEPRESSION-it turned a sane man to an insane man
Im afraid that you wont come back again
it all started with delusions of grandeur
Thought you had a master plan-ravings of a madman
You slipped deeper and deeper into your own world
Until it climaxed that one dreadful night
Jumped from a building from the 5th story
By a miracle survived-now your in your own reality
You said you did it because the lord said to
A test of faith that you had to go through
In and out of psychiatric institutions
Try to find a cure or some kind of solution
A distant shadow of what you used to be
Wont your mind just set you free
Things gettin worse and then gettin better
Seemed like you were gettin it together
Left the house one day -said youd be right back
Never to be seen again
Violence on the Dancefloor
Bloods Boiling
Tempers in a rage
Whats going on
Are you going insane
Is this a sickness
Like some kind of flu
The way you react
When the music hits you
VIOLENCE ON THE DANCEFLOOR
Bloody your fist
On another mans face
Kick them when they are on the ground
Heart begins to race
Cant get enough
Of this flesh hitting flesh
Freud would have a field day
With that one I guess
Flex your muscles on the proving ground
VIOLENCE ON THE DANCEFLOOR
You ruin other peoples fun
Dont be surprised at what you will find
VIOLENCE ON THE DANCEFLOOR
Your the one thats going to go down
Did you hear what you said? I’d like to know what was going through your: head for the hills. Because the approaching mob doesn’t look like it will do you any good.
They’ve taken away, everything that we hold dear, or everything that we should hold dear, but it’s easy to loose sight.
But who’s to say what was wrong or right. No it isn’t you, it isn’t you. And their hearts are just as big as anyone you know. It’s an embarrassment the way you are making yourself heard.
(Taken Away)
Nothing Ever Changes
It’s ‘cause you want to, you say it’s cause you want to. But nothing ever changes when you’re sitting around talking about how bad it is. And you’ve been waiting for so long, you’ve been waiting for so long. We’ll I’ve been waiting as long as you so don’t think you can say, so now it’s cause I want too. And nothing ever changes when you’re sitting around never spending time alone.
I know I know it’s not the same, when all you’ve got running through your veins is chemicals and corn syrup that was half lived ten thousand years but will never decompose. If there is a deity inside of you and me it should surely not be one for which we’d kill.Comfort
And I’ve been watching you, for a long long time. And I’ve been nursing you for years but you seem just fine. Though you’ve been out on your own, and though you may leave this is still your home. Please forgive me if I get caught up on the past, just know where your going and make sure it lasts.
Telling you goodbye is quite the same as the thunderbolt says to the droplet of rain, and it may be a while ‘til we see you again, but the best we can do is just hope that you’re sane. Sane enough to know you’re fine, but you’re not () You’ll be be fine you know you are, that you are ()
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s true, but maybe it’s time you stopped singing the blues. Strumming and singing does good for some but the chances are almost one thousand to one. One could say that you’d quit, but you won’t () It’s up to you what you what you really want to do, what you()
and you can’t do this on your own.
You can’t do this all alone.
Shows Over
The show is over there’s nothing left to say. You’ve been at it for a few years just take a break. No way! I’m feeling fine and standing still just gets you left behind besides this is a choice of yours not mine. Is it really worth your dignity, when this is just a away for some to breath?
Is there something you’re running from?
I know exactly what you’re running from.
It’s getting tougher just to make it last, and I’d say I’m looking down the greenest path, so burn that stated plan and start moving on your feet. There is space for you to run if that is what you need.
Is there something you’re running from?
I know exactly what you are running from.Friends
You say you really want to know, just what I think of you. Once my pal but never again ‘cause you were a pal untrue. And if the blame should fall on me I suppose I apologize, but that makes two that you owe to me in all of these people’s eyes.
We don’t need anybody to tell us where we’re from, we don’t need anybody to approve of what we’ve done. Friends don’t walk out on friends, or move so rash and bold. The sun is shining bright, but you have left us out in the cold.
What I don’t get is your timing, why’d you have to go? You had a friend and a band and an occupation, now what you have to show? For years of hard work and sacrifice your dreams were at your hands, and if you knew then what you know now, would you still fuck your band?
We don’t need anybody to tell us where we’re from, we don’t need anybody to approve of what we’ve done. Friends don’t walk out on friends, or move so rash and bold. The sun is shining bright, but you have left us out in the cold.
Look who forgot what friends are for, one’s right next to you on the floor. I’ve been through this process before, I know it well. Last one I thought would fail out failed them all.
Worry Free
Hush baby birds let me feed you! Through the the tubes and the belts ‘til it shines like a dime. With everything that surrounds you don’t you finally feel fine? And how about a place where you don’t have to worry, a useless emotion, it change nothing. Still there’s that pain in the back of your brian. I want to hear you say to me, say to me, make me worry free and ultimately.
Pitting our hope at what’s bringing us down, changing your life so that you can amount. Everything everywhere all for you. What would you do if I told you the truth?
You want it? Come get it. You’re not taking what’s real away. I think we can all agree that this is too much humanity. It ain’t two lines on a page, it ain’t two lines on a page. And it’s funny how we go through such tribulation to avoid the truth.
But we’re all wearing down of some bars and a code, and we’re easing the help that was sent out of love. ‘Cause it’s easy out there with supreme reasoning, ‘cause animals are still man, but the man is the king. So we’re reaching out now, out of brawn out of wit. With a brush on your skin and a reptile hiss, with the crystals up high and the red flashing lights. And it’s not a lie if you put it in writing.
So in the end it’s progress versus devolution.
Uniform
You wear that uniform like a badge of honor on our chest. You’ve been taken away separated at your own request, now you join us in our refrain, but you can’t see what it means. Don’t bother me, we can’t stand another breech.
But you’ll just act how you want, that’s the most human flaw. Ignorance is the only excuse and if that ain’t it then god save us all. All from the day where you shed your clothes but you still haven’t learned. You can’t truly rebel against a system, when the rules of the system aren’t your own.
You wear that uniform like a badge of honor on our chest. You’ve been taken away separated at your own request, now you join us in our refrain, but you can’t see what it means. Don’t bother me we can’t stand another breech.
So Now…
So now I hate to tell you like this man, but have got to know somehow. (You gave up on something you believed in) We’re loosing it with all your shit, the selfishness, the turbulence and most of all your feigned complacency. Please don’t think this is where it stops, because its not I just had to get it off my chest, still the wind of change is blowing hot air.
Wipe that blank look off your face, you painted it on now it’s starting to fade. We see through your wicked scam.
Say it with me now, say it with me now, say it with me now, you’re growing up but I guess I was wrong and this is the tight rope you’re walking on in an attempt to transcend every boundary of the universally grieved stalwart, conquered king you think you should be. You know what I said?
Wipe that blank look off your face, you painted it on now it’s starting to fade. We see through your wicked scam.Tigerblood.
You’ve been waiting so long for what? Another person to find you. But the mystery escapes me and I’d rather just not bother. And you’ve been waiting so long for what? Another person to help you out of the mess you’re in, or always in, always without consequences.
But you’re waiting for some ghostly hand to steer you out of the storm. Custom picking what you believe, to what you think you need. A slap on the wrist makes you fear for your life.
Do you remember when I said I’d make you laugh?Repeat, Digress.
Got to find a job – the economy collapses, trying to stay sober must avoid relapses. Not getting any younger, demanding such progress. I’ve said it all before.
Repeat digress, repeat digress, (x2)
The tension has a death grip I can feel it in my chest everybody give up repeat digress!
Running out of subplots, they’re getting closer. I’ll keep you safe that’s what I told her. Wake up go to work got to blend in. Individuality the new deadly sin. Identity is unclear who could this be, an officer of the law or some one friendly? Hands in the air son now do not resist everybody give up repeat digress.
Repeat, digress. Repeat
Repeat, digress. Repeat digress.
You’ve got a choice now you can stand tall, state your position for us one and all. Waiitng on the call now so much tension, what’cha going to do? Every year it’s harder to make quota, double life and standards, weight on my shoulders. Break the pattern of your depression, feel the change and fuck your obsession,
Repeat, digress. Repeat
Repeat, digress. Repeat digress.
This is your chance, correct don’t repeat digress (x4)
The Jam
A harsh reality shocking you out of you’re syndrome, while gentle information makes it much more bearable. But you can’t feel that…
I’ve been awake for the last three months, I’ve never waited so long for sleep to come and I’m beginning to think that I need a break from the voices in my head. And everything is so fucked up, and the sad thing is there’s nothing can be done. My arms are beginning to feel separate, and as I look back I can hear you say.
Don’t let them take you away, for that’s a place we can’t stay but we’ll return there one day. Don’t let them take you away.
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Matt Wixson’s Flying Circus – Jeffy’s First Christmas
You’ll Shoot Your Eye Out
I realize that Christmastime is supposed to be about family
But this year there’s only one thing in the world that I want Santa to wrap for me
Cuz the only thing that I need is a Red Rider gun
But they say I’ll shoot my eye out, they say that I’m too young this time
Ho ho hooooo, ho ho hooooo
I got some bunny suit pajamas that my relative gave to me
I look so foolish but I gotta put ‘em on when she’s visiting
And I just and I just and I just and I just wanna shoot
But when I told the shopping mall Santa I just got the boot, I just got the boot
Ho ho hooooo, ho ho hooooo
Oh my god I think I really shot I shot my
Oh my god I think I really shot I shot my
Eye (eye!) eye (eye!) I shot my eye out my
Eye (eye!) eye (eye!) I shot my eye out my
Eye, and now I’m gonna get it
Ho ho hooooo, ho ho hooooo
I broke my specs now I can’t see
I broke my specs now I can’t see
I broke my specs now I can’t see
I broke my specs and it’s terrifying
Perpetual Clothing Machine
I’m getting tired of opening sweaters
And I’m getting tired of socks
And I’m getting sick of the gloves and the undies
Inside of a Christmasy box
Because there’s nothing quite like Christmas
It only comes but once a year
But if you give me presents, just try to spread some cheer
I’m getting bored of the Chapstick and razors
And I’m getting tired of hats
And I’m getting rather annoyed at the way
You give gift cards instead of just cash
Because my stocking’s overflowing
With stuff I really do not like
So maybe next year you’ll try to do it right
Because I want to get some movies
And I want to get some games
But you went to the clothing store
And I can find no reason for celebration
Or jubilation
Now you just ruined my Christmas vacation
The Toy Maker
Back a long long time ago, somewhere in the land of snow there was a man
Who had a lady for himself, who had a workshop full of elves, who had a plan
Christmas Eve he was to go around to everybody’s homes and give some gifts
But then finally came the day and all the reindeer and the sleigh they wouldn’t lift
It’s such a crime when St. Nicholas can’t hit every home on time
No one is magic so isn’t it tragic that no on takes the reins
Back about a year ago somewhere by the northern pole there was a shop
Where they were working day and night trying to make each present right for every stop
With a schedule to obey, there’s no moving Christmas day, you know it’s stuck
But come December 24th and you’re still stranded in the north without no luck
It’s such a crime when St. Nicholas can’t hit every home on time
No one is magic so isn’t it tragic that no on takes the reins
I Have A Snowman
I have a thing for guys who have a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and button nose, two eyes made out of coal
I have guy out front, maybe a fairytale you say
He’s made of snow but children know how he came to life one day
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow
I have a thing for guys who are as live as they can be
And the children say he can laugh and play, the same as you and me
I have a thing for guys with a broomstick in their hand
Who run here and there, around the square, saying “catch me if you can”
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow
I have a thing for guys who have to hurry on their way
Who will wave goodbye and say “don’t cry, cuz I’ll be back someday!”
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow’s getting deeper and deeper
And snow
CHRISTMAS HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
Today I was excited for the things that came for me
I woke up extra early just to check it out and see
But I had nothing waiting for me underneath the tree
Today I got no gifts
Shouldn’t be (shouldn’t be) so naughty
Now I got (now I got) no toys
Santa Claus (Santa Claus) has skipped me
But not the good young boys (and girls!)
Tell me, Santa Claus, how could ya?
Tell me, Santa Claus, how could ya?
Tell me, Santa Claus, how could ya?
Today I got no gifts
JINGLE BELLS (2K11 COMMUNITY RECORDS EDITION)
Jingle Bells, Jonzee smells
D-Ray laid a Greg
And TFT’s final LPs will never see the light of day, hey
Jingle Bells, five Leavelles
In our community
From Flying Circus we say “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
To our friends and family
