Faced with everyone's worst fear. Our trivial lives that don't marrer so why are we here? Oh what a dream, little bit of freedom little bit of fantasy. I once knew what it was, that drove me to strive for a new tomorrow. The anger that drove me when I was younger. Now I can see the hate that misguided me. Sometimes all I want to do is sleep. The world would never miss me.
Regime change under a Bush doctrine.
Democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers. What are we gonna do now?
De-escalation through military force.
Increase the pressure.
Oh Condoleezza what should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea? Condoleezza?
Democratic election under martial law.
An Iraqi president out of control of our choices.
After all this death and destruction do you really think your actions advocate freedom?
The President's giving a speech in Georgia to remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader.
Do you understand what the Martyr stood for?
Oh Condoleezza, do you get the fucking joke? [No!]
Condoleezza?
Condoleezza?
Condoleezza?
Condoleezza? What are we gonna do now?
Condoleezza?
Condoleezza?
Transcendent fear in the 21st century.
Lost in psychic dire straights.
With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated,
"we walk with faith not sight".
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?
Mass hysteria in an age of delusion.
Intellectualism surrenders to ineptitude.
No love lost, no love gained, no common understanding.
Head strong and determined, self obsessed with calloused indifference.
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
Every day has a beginning and ending, just like every life has a start and finish. July is gone like the gasoline it took to make the circle again. Florida to Florida, by way of america, Cocaine and soda, playing Tetris in our underwear. We take turns reading letters, I read the haiku and you move your nails across my legs. In your arms, I don't know who I am, taking all I know about nihilism and trying to build it into a life. With your thought in mind, I walk the streets down to the shore and I sink into the Pacific. This is everything up to now ending. It was nice to believe for a while.
I was dreaming of your love.
I was lost in your arms embrace.
Our bodies collied together.
Oh, this ultimate betrayal.
The heart will not resign.
What could be said what could be done?
I hold out hope for your reciprocation.
Like an Animal,
these thoughts have gone beyond my control.
For pleasure,
maybe just amusement.
This overwhelming urge.
Towards you I feign disinterest.
While I covet the attention.
While I crave your affection.
Ravenous with lust.
Jackal in heat, spit dripping.
This mechanical impulse knows not loyalty or mercy.
Like an Animal,
these thoughts have gone beyond my control.
For pleasure,
Let there be a volume that cannot be denied.
Let there be an emotion that you cannot fake
The greatness unanimously acknowledged.
A lie that you just cannot tell.
Let them know hatred, fear and war. Let there be peace for us all.
With our goals one day met, let us know a feeling of great accomplishment.
With our failures complete, let us learn to survive.
Your body will know if it's not the right way to go,
just listen closely to your heart and follow
You must be willing to abandon it all.
You must be willing to starve.
Let us challenge the wait for a day of reckoning.
Let us deny shame and guilt.
Let us know with absolute certainty that we were fools to ever second guess ourselves.
Let us know a feeling of invincibility, as real as our fragile bones.
There's a truth to be learned, I'm sure of it,
just like I know there is nothing at all.
Your Body will know if it's not the right way to go,
just listen closely to your heart and follow.
You must be willing to abandon it all.
In the closest alley, in the first doorway, he pushed up against her and closed his eyes.
He said, "This is probably the worst decision that I've ever made."
She laughed and smiled. She said, "I'm sure you do this all the time...right?"
And as the morning came and the city woke and in the building people all went to work,
As their rides out of town came they parted ways she said, "Do you know when you're coming back again?"
Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still, bury it up and over and into the ground.
All these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible.
If you quiet down down down, so soft of a sound, you can hear it all coming back after you.
Quiet down down down, so soft of a sound, you can hear it all coming back after you.
And Now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up.
Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracked skull,
There is yelling all around, get up, get up please start breathing.
And the moment will come when you finally realize the results of decisions and choices in your life.
Can you hear it all coming back after you?
Down down down, so soft of a sound, can you hear it all coming back after you?
Four sins past sainthood, it's like I'm dying to forget, all the sleepless nights lying perfectly alone and still. I can drink 'til victory, I'll drink to the mighty, drink until I die or at least until the sunrise. When honesty as popular as a plague comes to remind that the dead's winning the race with me. Right down the street a prostitute is selling the closest thing to love that this country has to offer. And Alachua still sleeps tonight...(x3) so we fought for the republic while a catholic sun filled every eye. From the atlantic to the pacific ocean, we drank to the mighty. We died for oil, died for borders, killed for democracy, still believed every platform. Can You handle the death, accept what we create together. I still know every politician is a fucking monster. Culture kills bureaucrats and all other undesirables. History said we died for freedom but today no justice was served. And America still sleeps tonight...(x3)so we boasted that we were champions, each country singing it's own praise. Like a rock thrown in to the ocean, humanity was rising to the top. Two world wars later, countless "military interventions" we erect monuments to history and give apologies to the dead. All that was fought for the living is quickly forgotten. We don't remember the dates, we don't remember the reasons. We have no idea what's going on. Building histories of western corporations. It doesn't even turn my stomach to see the pictures of atrocities anymore. Going numb in the new order of the new century. And Alachua still sleeps tonight, And America still sleeps tonight, And the world still sleeps tonight... And Alachua still sleeps tonight, And America still sleeps tonight, And the world still sleeps tonight...
East and west could not agree
So their generals gave a call and gathered troops at the border
With guns at ready, drawn and aimed
each side was praying to a god
to bless them with strength and courage
and it was in his name artillery lit the sky on fire
the people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
The battle raged on......
Sirens filled the air and the ground shook with war
Civilian casualties has been a cost that was predetermined
when interviewed for report victims pleaded in frustration
Their claim: That this was a war without reason
and bureacrats engaged in debate to try and reach a resolution
the people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
The battle raged on......
Well the Broadcast like their prayers went unanswered and ignored
god, like the rest of the world, just watched in silence
There was purpose to be served, there were fortunes to be earned
before a peace could be called to stop the fighting
They sang...
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest Songs in a response to Military Aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
I don't know what's going to cure my unsettled stomach.
Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk;
their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity.
I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.
Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a jog.
Saint Augustine, shine your light down on me!
Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars.
I am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief.
I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.
Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers.
Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me.
Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels,
you realize that you're talking to yourself.
Cannon fire explodes out over the bay.
I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
How much is too much?
I'm tired of predicting to lose.
But before you point your finger,
before you cast your stones,
take a look at yourself.
How can you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?
There's no bottom to your reality.
Your desperation is utter and complete.
What you can't love about yourself you have to steal from someone else;
and what you can't steal you have to deny.
Rapid Decompression.
I lost the confidence to write a song,
so i found three simple chords and I held them together with my weak voice on an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me.
May Elvis turn in his grave and Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers. May the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar,
leave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken
then remembered only for what it was...
that we gave 'em hell(repeated).
To my friends and enemies who could have been anything,
titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect.
Behind counters, behind windows, striving just to be people
with bitter ideals of justice.
Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent?
Sleeping under plastic stars glued to a ceiling,
muscles burning alcohol and nicotine every morning...
but we gave them hell(repeated).
There's a height beyond skyscrapers, there's a distance beyond the freeway.
More than pictures in a magazine, more than tragedy in a rock and roll song.
It's more than the actions you know it's safe to make,
It's more than money could ever buy.
Are we living to work and die in american cities,
This is the only voice I know.
These are the only words I have.
This is the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore.
It's the same way that it's always been,
the dynamic to the relationship never changes.
It's the same way that it's always been,
the dynamic to the relationship never changes.
We used to like all the same bands.
We used to have all the same friends.
What do we have left in common?
Just shared memories of good times long since past.
It's the same way that it's always been,
the dynamic to the relationship never changes.
It's the same way that it's always been,
the dynamic to the relationship never changes.
You can't get what you want from me, and I can't get what I need from you.
This is the only voice I know.
These are the only words I have.
This is the only way I know how to say, we're breaking up.
It's the same way that it's always been.
It's the same way that it's always been.
I'm not giving up on us.
It was a birthday gift
of a Mexican Telecaster
And from this day on I will play along
to all my young pioneers records
And there will be a poetry spoken silently between me and the stereo
I'll work mornings
and you can work through the night
Mary, there is no hope for us
If this GM van don't make it
across the state line
we might as well lay down and die
Because if Florida takes us
we're taking everyone down with us
Where we're coming from (yeah)
will be the death us
And I cannot help but hold on
to a handful of times
when what was spoken
was a revolution in itself,
and what we were doing
was the only thing that mattered
And how good it felt
to kill the memory of nights spent
holding your shirt for the smell
I heard you used to cry
when you made love to him
but this band will play on
Please tell me why we couldn't stay
Don't let this feelin' ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
With the company of these friends
That we drove on through the night
we were carried by the wheels of armageddon.
We're gonna force ourselves to live
Thankful it's hurt more than we've ever felt
It's just our means to an end
Please tell me why we couldn't stay
Don't let this feelin' ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
With the company of these friends
We drove on through the night
We were carried by the wheels of armageddon.
And honestly we were armed with our best intentions
Maybe those intentions alone
are just enough to get us anywhere but here
In the middle of america
Six cylinders will take us further than any president
The same promises that we forgot the last time
There's no difference between staying and a bullet in the head
So fucking tell me why we couldn't stay
Don't let that feelin' ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
With the company of those friends
We drive on through the night
We're carried by the wheels of armageddon
Maybe it's gonna come from the radio
Or the next 8 hour day
Driving to the next town
A collect call home to your best friend
We are the company we keep
We could live off of dumpsters if we have to
Sell our blood by the pint to make rent
This kind of dignity doesn't come easy
But you'll never find it for sale
And thats why we couldn't stay
We never let that feelin' ever go away
Kept the memory inside of us through every hour
Through every day, until we die
'Cause with the company of those friends
We drove on through the night
Dear mother,
This is just survival.
Cannot promise your children everything,
But you would lie so they can sleep tonight.
Defeat tasted nothing like you said.
Still 22 days left till the end of the world.
My legacy was making you a man
For a justice I could not change.
This is one voice not to forget;
"Fight every fight like you can win;
An iron fisted champion,
An iron willed fuck up."
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me.
Dear shithead,
This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's come over to rip off the doors
To your priveleged heaven.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me,
And you haven't given up on me,
Well I'll wake up around 4:05.
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00.
We're definately going to call it in early tonight.
Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning,
standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
Now seriously, this is my last and final time.
Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life.
No, you won't catch me down here again, waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand.
What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway?
Because I have got some really, really big plans.
And today's the day I'm putting them into action.
But before you know it, here I am again. It's fucking 6:00 in the morning.
Rolled up dollar bill in my hand.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Sick of doing the same things night after night.
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion,
self-destructive narcissism.
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.
I don't know who I can trust.
Heading down south to the land of the pines.
I'm thumbing my way in the North Caroline.
Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.
Oh, I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm hopin' for Raleigh,
So I can see my baby tonight.
[Chorus:]
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel,
Rock me momma any way you feel.
Hey momma rock me.
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain,
Rock me momma like a south bound train.
Hey momma rock me.
Running from the cold up in New England.
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band.
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now.
Oh north country winters keep getting me,
Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave.
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more.
[Chorus]
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke,
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke.
But he's heading west FROM the Cumberland gap,
Johnson City, Tennessee.
Now I gotta get a move on fit for the sun,
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one.
And If I die in Raleigh at least I will die free.
Lock the door, to your room.
Pray they don't find us, pray they don't kick it down.
Oh you've been keeping secrets,
and these kind of lies have consequences.
So many possibilities for this to all end badly.
It's almost guaranteed.
Nothing but shame and paranoia.
A slightly desperate feeling to calm you to sleep.
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
And we'll watch the light, coming under the door.
Listen for footsteps coming down the hall.
Are you gonna wake up screaming through a slit throat?
Young flesh searing on a twin mattress.
But it doesn't have to be, the way things end.
We don't have to give up just yet.
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
I can't sleep.
Dry red eyes wide open.
Stare at the white stucco ceiling.
I turn on the TV,
watch music on television.
Have I heard this song before?
Did this already happen?
Derived influence in style of dress.
Similar trends in camera technique and editing.
Sync up the cuts to the bass drum kick.
All the taste makers drinking from the same glass.
Is there anyone thinking what I am?
Is there anyone thinking what I am?
Are you restless like me?
All the insiders rumor over the decline in sales.
All the buzz is happening in the new digital market place.
FBI warning printed on the flipside.
Under penalty of law piracy will be prosecuted.
In MRR someone asks the question,
“With the instant availability of information
and content so easily obtainable
One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat
with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time
and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky
but they still try despite what they know is already true
and tomorrow we'll take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm.
I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding
my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old, on a road that never ends.
Might drive into something that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and I never look.
Back
from Hoboken to LA
from Portland to Gainesville
from the Great Plains to Niagara
Route 66 straight to California.
Electric lights carry the night
we move in 4/4 time
our feet on wheels and in the sky.
Yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here
and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
and the rest can burn in hell
and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
shot by her mother, her eulogy,
the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic
today is just another day.
And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated.
Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure.
So we steal every chance we get
every advantage is taken when no one's looking
we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop until
we are the people we've decided we should be.
I wanna be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable
this distance is not something we'll regret
Well do you want to talk about it?
Do you think you'd understand,
How things can get so fucked up
with such good, such good intentions
And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing
An ironic and literal making of a bed.
You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay.
They make bad bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh.
And for every push foward, you get the same fucking push back.
You had, you had nowhere to go
so you, so you found some place.
You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying.
What the fuck were you thinking?
I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again.
All the lines between hate, love, and revenge
It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead
Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together.
At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations.
It's a "you give we take" relationship.
The kids just wouldn't understand it.
Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last?
How long can you hold their attention before they move on to the next band?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
Coordinate the marketing, label, publicity, touring.
Consult on, timing and presentation.
Go ahead put this in context.
It's 3 points on production, 15% to management,
10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation.
We call it our insurance plan to stretch the inevitable as far as we can.
Gotta make your money while you got the chance,
do whatever it takes to sell this.
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
(Let's go)
Just how desperate can we be?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how angry can we seem?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how fucked up can it get?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how much can we bleed?
We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disc.
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember to feel. Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up. Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you ask,"What am I to do?" Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep? Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't fucking grasp. To give, or to take for yourself? Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set against yourself.
Un-thought of heros.
Poured out and flowing over, at the same time bottled up, then pissed out. Company of misery; introspect of the fool, to your dreams you shed a distant effort. While you rid the sense of mobility and shatter all that could set you free. Never could set your hands on comfort in the wars end being your own personal revenge. Yet escaping every sense of consequence. No this is nothing personal; this is just who I am. Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set against yourself.
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin' through sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas
And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You've got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety
And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
'cause doing, you start to form a habit
And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane
Away
And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refridgerator's empty
Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store
You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten
I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin' to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat
But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
We drank bottled water together and talked business.
I think I played the right moves.
You were lookin' over my shoulder,
as I went through the motions of another night,
And it was alright,
'cause I thought I knew who everybody was just by lookin' at them.
My heart is anywhere but here,
and how tired I was from the past couple of weeks,
From the past couple of years.
Well, it hit me all at once,
On a balcony overlooking nothing,
With snow falling all around,
Well I, I called just to say "Goodnight".
And you hadn't done anything wrong,
And know, really, really, it's me not you.
I can't believe how naive I was to think things could ever be so simple,
And can you live with what you know about yourself,
When you're all alone, behind closed doors?
The things we never said, but we always knew were right there.
It's got me on my knees in a bathroom,
Praying to a God that I don't even believe in,
"Well, dear Jesus, are you listening?
If this is the one chance that really matters,
Well, don't let me fuck this up.
If you'd told me about all this when I was fifteen,
If she wants to dance and drink all night well there's no one that can stop her.
She's going til the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gunna to end when we're damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time.
Yeah we do what we do to get by, and then we need a release.
Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada
Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada
Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada
You get mixed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they're thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum,
as if a high school education gave you any other options, you know.
They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to sleep alone.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to sleep alone.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
She's out of step with the style.
She don't know where the actions happening.
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world
that you could use to make the boys believe your still in you twenties.
But they keep getting younger,
Don't they baby.
She's not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege.
She can still hear that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983.
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn't care.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to sleep alone.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to sleep alone.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie.(Ba ba ba, Ba ba babadada)
An inventory has been taken of every belonging.
An estimated value if sold in event of emergencies.
The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out,
in losing all semblance of coherence to a former self
you know, I am becoming the choices we're making.
There are problems,
problems with everything,
problems, problems with everything
Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream,
from a third party perspective.
An audience to the self, you can almost hear the sound travelling.
(Fucking travelling)
This constant feeling of anticipation, while all of the sudden you know what's going to happen.
These are the paranoia's that have filled your world.
They neither eat nor sleep, they have no name.
You know here in the worst I will become the best of them all.
No more problems, problems with anything
we're all presidents,
we're all congressmen,
we're all cops
in waiting, we are the workers of the world.
there is the elite
and the dispossessed.
it's only about survival.
who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth,
and reach an obscure kind of perfection.
let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible.
let's try not to remember any names.
we'll do it for a country,
for a people,
for a moral vision.
united we'll make them remember
our history.
or how we'd like to be told.
how we like to be told.
we rock, because it's us against them
we found our own reasons to sing,
and it's so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that.
when people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
enemies or friends. hanging onto the fringes of the cogs in the system. it's just about knowing where everyone stands.
all of the sudden people start talking about guns,
talking like they're going to war.
cause they found something to die for.
start taking back what they stole,
sure beats every other option.
but does it make a difference how we get it
I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to sedate intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this. The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin, that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation.
Beating a dead horse with fear in your eyes accepted a battle with a war in mind. Singled out the target, big brother in the rifle sights. So you shoot to kill, death just to feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears. Hide in the image the armor of cowards, hidden in vices just to deal, your elitist faction fueling the flames. In wonder of this revolutionary standstill.
Is it too much to ask that you die for the cause? Rather die free than live a life in slavery, Better a martyr than a prisoner. I'll always have what's inside of me. I'll always have my memories. Never surrender identity. Is it too much to ask that you die for the cause?
Freedom
All the while my mind's been free. There's places in me they never could reach. Is it too much to ask that I die for the cause? I'd rather die free than live a life in slavery. Is it too much to ask that I die for the cause? Better a martyr than a prisoner. Is it too much to ask that I die for the cause? This anger is sadly a part of me. If that's what it takes then I'll die trying. I'll die for the cause.
It's time for some real world politics
Economics, history, math and English.
Born and raised and bred walking a thin line,
Between lost and succeeding and don't ever care about.
The rules aren't changing it if you really tell it like it is
Threats always been there, terror always happens.
For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said.
All we have are these pictures of us.
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did,
And without this, we might as well be dead.
They're all black and white people,
And that doesn't have anything to do with us.
After all these years its still an arms race,
After all these years they still don't fucking get it.
Lives and cultures matter more than capitalist interest.
It's the FBI. Its' the CIA. It's the ATF. It's the IMF, NBC,CBS.
Fuck you.
For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said.
All we have are these pictures of us.
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did.
And without this, we might as well be dead.
When you are so hungry that you'd believe anything.
Well, they're selling you the politics of starving.
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven,
I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean.
Carried by the currents to all continents' shores.
Reaching into depths where the sun's light has never shown.
Mixed with algae and coral.
Breathed in by sharks and dolphins.
Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists.
Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers, swamps, and estuaries.
Down through limestone into the aquifer.
Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets.
Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children.
If I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman.
My mother once told me she would have named me Laura.
I would grow up to be strong and beautiful like her.
One day I'd find an honest man to make my husband.
We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico.
Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together.
The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water.
We would know we loved each other without having to say it.
At night we would sleep with the windows of our house left open.
Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children.
If you follow the jaw-line down over the heart, the curves of your bone and muscle that make up your head to toe...it's just skin and thread, stitches and ligaments, words that we spoke only to regret. I know they're going to laugh at us when they see us out together "holding hands" like this. They wouldn't understand it if we told them all the reasons, not that I think this deserves any kind of explanation. We can make it up so we've got a smile painted on all the time, no matter what it's like on the inside. We'll keep this, keep us like a secret, because if my family and friends ever found out about the things we could never be, haunts we'll always keep, so fucking bittersweet
There's no rock and roll in the desert
There's no singing, there's no dancing
There's no heat between lovers on a summer night
Young love
Doesn't everyone deserve to be young and in love?
Young love
Doesn't everyone deserve to be young and in love?
There's no rock and roll in the desert
There's no singing, There's no dancing
There's no heat between lovers on a summer night
Amputations
Coming home from our father's wars
Amputations
Coming home to mother from our father's wars
We were just children
What kind of future are you promising us?
What kind of future are you promising us?
What kind of future are you promising us?
Just another generation
Just another generation
Just another generation living under the threat of the bomb
Mind game after mind game for the head-trip after all the shit. One step in advancement, numb to everything. Searching for the result, striving for resolution, offering no solution just more dogma for confusion. Fill you full of promise with your back against the wall; interpret a hopeless freedom where chains liberate the soul. Answers to silent questions from the idols of the dark. First present solution then we'll see about tearing down the walls...
Health all alone you find there's nothing left to fear, with the one exception of the message they conceal. Face placed on the master you find the mirror brings disgust. From the confines of this entrapment you can justify anger as lust. Blatant disregard to the feelings within, selling your own soul condescending nature flowing within. You can hate the system search for bricks to smash the state, but what's the point of revolution when no one can relate? For the finger falls one person short, the crosshairs turned around and you cry war. First present solution then we'll see about tearing down the walls...
There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust.
No longer difference between.
A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin,
and I am sick to death of it.
So let it burn in the front yard,along with everything I own.
Piled up and sprayed down with gasoline,
Soak the embers in the broken heads of my
guitars as we dance around in circles, torch ourselves in effigy.
Everybody jump up live, love longer
So are you really listening?
I don't want any part of it.
I was worried and upset about what I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance.
Then it came to me:
You gotta turn your back and abandon it.
I'm taking aim at you; as a focus and recipient of judgment.
Well your politics are easy to remember,
especially when sung along to beats like this, so:
It's a dirty little secret about money?
It's a dirty little secret about poverty?
It's a dirty little secret about hunger?
Another little secret about war and brutality.
There is no romance, no glamour in reality.
What!?
The party's over
A cd's skipping
It's the same hook repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...
And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
And I hope everybody had real, real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up.
And I hope I havent overdone it nooo...
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion.
It's only this fucked up I start realizing
all this living is just dying
and if these are my friends, if this is my home,
if this is how Ii spend my nights, how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that I ever said
We were young heartbreakers estranged from our wealthy parents,
doing key bumps in a handicap bathroom.
Stoned complacent, ambivalent, mass communicating with shared subconscious.
Suffocation.
Modern life in the western world.
Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers.
Divorced from reality, free and young.
We were bashing our brains out on a kitchen cabinet.
It was a televised crucifixion.
Suffocation.
Modern life in the western world.
We were star-crossed, we were destitute.
Our words spoke mass destruction.
We watched the sun rise in the morning.
Daughters in arm, we all are orphans.
Suffocation.
Modern life in the western world.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.
It could be me up there in stage lights.
It could be me on the TV in you living room.
It could be me jet setting with my band all across the world.
Appearing live in concert one night only, tickets sold out.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.
There I am giving candid disclosure to press in interview.
There I go on my way through the crowd up to the podium.
On behalf of our fans we'd like to accept this award.
Smile for the camera boys, gold record in hand.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.
All of our lives in waiting.
All of our lives traded for their roses and applause.
All of our lives dedicated to shoving it right back in their fucking face.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.
You've got to make a serious decision.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Vacant lots and boarded up windows
Garbage piled up at the curb
There's a bank foreclosure notice taped to your front door
Who else is to blame for your own short sighted fate, kid?
What you could afford was never enough. You had to have more.
And now you're facing this new reality
You're learning lessons that can only be taught through poverty.
Florida Dreaming.
Easy money in the sunshine state.
Florida Dreaming.
The life you always wanted.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Million dollar Lehigh rise condominiums
Look down over gold coast streams
While Harrietta Hughes makes the President bore a hole
Yeah, there's no end in sight, just a tropical third world
Has the volume of wealth ever excused such abhorred gluttony?
And now you're facing this new reality
You're learning lessons that can only be taught through poverty.
Florida Dreaming.
Easy money in the sunshine state.
Florida Dreaming.
The life you've always wanted.
Florida Dreaming.
Florida Dreaming.
Florida Dreaming.
You just need to find some place to get away.
You can forget your name.
And there's no need to apologize.
It could be a good life.
It could be such a very good life.
We could find a place for just me and you.
Need some place to stay safe, need some place to stay safe and warm.
Why don't we deserve the same?
You just need to find some place to get away.
You can forget your name.
And there's no need to apologize.
Look into the Spanish moss.
Let your mind conjure up old ghosts.
Ride you bike through lost Florida streets.
Everything we've said and done, can be so easily forgotten.
You can always change who you are.
You just need to find some place to get away.
You can forget your name.
And there's no need to apologize.
I caught a glimpse of this life, it could be such a very good life.
We could find a place for just me and you.
But it's not yours to keep.
Yeah, the truth will tear your heart out.
In a world run by gangsters you're stuck standing in a bread line.
You just need to find some place to get away.
You can forget your name.
No you're never gonna be anything more than just another punk band
It's never gonna be anything more than rock and roll
Let's play our song, it's been so many times before
But you keep on listening because you wanna believe that it's possible
Abandon artistic integrity
Drop all pretensions and just lock into the beat
We can have some more in a solid melody
Means so much more than the city and state
Means so much more than fame and adulation
Gonna prove that we're more than our father's sons and daughters
That we're meant for so much more than the future could ever offer
So here we come gunning for revenge
It's a little too late for an apology
Means so much more than they could ever give to us [x2]
I'm not asking for your acceptance
I'm not waiting for you to understand
Means so much more than a lover
Means so much more than the actor
So much more than your complete devotion
So much more than you could ever give to me
And Maybe we'll never see our efforts indicated
Maybe we'll never amount to anything
We're not looking back
We're not making compromises
We are willing to dare
We are willing to believe
If I only had more time
If I only had more words to explain
there were cameras brought for pictures
to hold all the small details
we left them all behind
we left them all behind
there was a place for
there was a time for
we arrive to leave again
there was a point in a keepsake
when you run from collections
i know one day there will be a book
or a song line to remind me
how much it meant to me
hungry exhausted and alone
direction is a point
direction is a purpose
destination is a reason to live out this heart beat
Whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaohhhh oh oh
whaohhh oh oh
Whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaohh whaohhh whoahhhhhh
this could be any day
this could be any year
this could be any stage
this could be any city
all that matters is were moving on
the roadside grave yards pass
we escape we escape we escape we escape repeating
and this construction of a nation
building up destruction of a nation
tearing down to build again oh oh
trailor tail lights like the ghosts of the last
to escape those pasts in route to arrival
were never going home
Not one more word tonight
between here and there
We'll put a distance the size of the ocean
so now this heart can beat a skipping rhythm
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
far enough to forget
but when it comes you cannot hesitate
and when found i will write
an account and seal it in an envelope
addressed to your last known residence
Whoaaaa.
whoa - oh - oh - ah - ohhh
woah - oh - oh - ah - ohhhhh
woah - oh - oh - ohhhhhh
And we sink, and we drown
and what is lost can never be found
well these arms did swim,
until the lungs pulled in
panic was lost in a deep understanding
that you will see what is wrong with everything
what is wrong with you and me
they make all the right reasons to fuck it up
you're gonna fuck it up
Whoaaaa.
whoa - oh - oh - ah - ohhh
woah - oh - oh - ah - ohhhhh
woah - oh - oh - ohhhhhh
(That sounded pretty good to me)
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Street lights
Shed the light of vision to the calling plot
You remember every moment
Was there ever a time?
Or has it always been like this?
Tonight the bottle offers no answers
These were the decisions you said you could handle
This was the moment you said you were ready for
So the unexpected doesn't appease me
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
All day I saw around you
Constuction of lies
Tear apart your insides
They're whispers
Not suggestions
Liar icons
Too full of sense of direction
Blind, miracle cures
Offer to sedate the friend of the flesh
Seizes the benefit
The words of the charade
Save our companions
Will there ever be a time?
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Spent a lifetime in order to realize
What place I did it in
The material in each and empty thoughts
The standards of beauty
Look straight fascist
Save our social expectations
Or are you just so far gone to realize
Too close up to understand
Human nature versus man
Disorder!
To understand anarchists
Still annoyed by us anarchists
Sell our shit to all the kids
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Street lights
Shed the light of vision to the calling plot
You remember every moment
Was there ever a time?
Or has it always been like this?
Tonight the bottle offers no answers
These were the decisions you said you could handle
This was the moment you said you were ready for
So the unexpected doesn't appease me
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
All day I saw around you
Constuction of lies
Tear apart your insides
They're whispers
Not suggestions
Liar icons
Too full of sense of direction
Blind, miracle cures
Offer to sedate the friend of the flesh
Seizes the benefit
The words of the charade
Save our companions
Will there ever be a time?
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Spent a lifetime in order to realize
What place I did it in
The material in each and empty thoughts
The standards of beauty
Look straight fascist
Save our social expectations
Or are you just so far gone to realize
Too close up to understand
Human nature versus man
Disorder!
To understand anarchists
Still annoyed by us anarchists
Sell our shit to all the kids
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
No the doctors didn't tell you,
that you were dying.
They just collected their money,
And sent you on your way.
But you knew all along,
went on pretending nothing was wrong,
you said I will keep my focus, till the end.
And in the journal you kept,
by the side of your bed.
You wrote nightly in aspiration,
of developing as an author.
Confessing childhood secrets,
of dressing up in women's clothes,
Compulsions you never knew the reasons to,
Well everyone, you ever meet or love,
be just relationship based on a false presumption,
despite everyone, you ever meet or love,
in the end, will you be all alone?
As the disease spreads slowly through your body,
pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs,
your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last,
your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade,
as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened,
as the lesions spotted your skin,
as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage,
as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price,
as the lights blended into the continuing noise,
as all hope was finally lost.
Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition.
Let this be the end.
Let this be the last song.
Let this be the end.
Everything
You got to hold on to
Everything
You relied on to be there is completely fucked
There's a skeleton of loyalty hanging in the gallows of your heart
[no one wins this one]
And where are your friends?
Please help me through these years ahead.
Are we just drinking buddies
Playing with each other's deapest vulnerability?
That this is all we know?
So this is how it's gonna stay?
I think I
Would rather
Remember how it was and go our separate ways.
I don't feel anything
Unless we are living and dying for each other
Every second of our lives.
Everything
You thought that it would be,
Everything
You thought you were living for is comepletely fucked.
This is no place to be.
If we don't get out of here right now,
We're just gonna end up drunk, fucking,
and fighting and working machines.
If I have another cigarette,
If I drink another beer,
Sit quiet another time when I should've said
"Oh, this is too much.
There are things I never wanted to be."
This ship has sprung a leak
And I'll be damned if I'm going down with it.
I'm sick of hearing the same old song. The same old heartbreaking story about some poor shit whose life sucks dick thinking he's gonna change the world through another angry song. Well I don't see progress just repetition same old songs about oppression. Another band that will break up in a year because no one in it really cared. Just in it so they could say they tried to their kids when they wonder why, why they let the world get to the point that it is.Yeah we've all tasted oppression but still we stand on division letting fashion taint our vision and thinking that our clothes alone damage the system.
I'm sick of hearing the same old songs.
We haven't even made a dent but the system's not going to let us forget that every time we make a stand Whitey smashes us back down again. Yeah I know we all got problems and I don't think that this song's going to solve them. Why can't you find your own inspiration instead of sponging off last year's condensation. It's unfortunate that you've got no solution to the problems of oppression, pollution, abuse, death, self-sacrifice. Sometimes reality is an ugly thing. Oh yes this world is still a mess, but you still have one more complaint to add on to this list. Just one more dead weight to help pull down this sinking ship.
The chorus to this nights song is a predicted disgust.
A bootstrap appeal to the light of the T.V. Rock n Roll shit,
predicted hits, repeat and justify.
Token tantrums fight the good fight and reflect,
this is what's spoken regardless of what's real.
It's the sound of a generation strumming to rebellion,
at the drumbeat of the bandwagon. Sing to the crisis. Sing to the hope. Tomorrow's 8-track art in advert integrity.
Pedestal flag waving, industry tricks for a soundtrack of suffering.
My place in the sun, common legacy to learn,
common hate to fear and cash in.
Another anthem to the airwaves so raise your fist and sing.
Is this the peoples music, or a pop songs lesson in freedom.
Sing to the crisis. Sing to the hope.
The next move the next direction the next prolific profit.
New vibration to an era's institution. Rock n Roll bullshit,
play it up again. Sway side to side and repeat dance the night away.
How can you not find everything you need in all of this?
Potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in
You're gonna sing your heart out, sing it like you mean it
You're gonna sing everything you're thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening
'Cause if it really brings us all together
Well I'd say that settles all arguments of difference
Surviving just by questioning
Well can you imagine if we all started demanding?
I can play along to every record, front and back every song
And every word means as much to me as every word means to you
They can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear
If this is worth anything, we will sell it for humility
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest
They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub
They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world
And this was where they always belonged
We would dance like no one was watching
With one fist in the air
Our arena just basements and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire we could light
Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
There's no need to shit talk or impress
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon
And every promise that's made and bragged
is meant if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back
Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
What are you gonna say when she picks up the phone?
Should you leave a message if she's not at home?
I wanted to know if you'd like to see a movie or get a drink.
It would be cool just to be in your company.
But if she says yes know what intentions might be.
If one thing leads to another and there's some chemistry.
You cannot lie, you have to tell the truth.
You have to explain why this could never be, because
There are things that cannot be undone.
There are mistakes that will never be forgiven.
Sometimes at night, I pray to wake a different person in a different place.
Maybe we could just be friends.
I'm being a bit presumptuous.
The stomach churns, the mind starts to race.
You nervously start to exaggerate.
I just want to be young, I want to live.
I want to be healthy,
I don't want this problem.
You wouldn't think something like irresponsibility,
would complicate something like asking for some company company.
But there are things you must accept as said and done.
There are truths you must learn to confront.
You can pray all night and day.
You'll always wake the same person in the same place.
Drunk mouth ruined it again.
Sometimes I say the dumbest things.
Baby it's not you specifically it could be anybody.
I gone and built this up in my head and now it's all already over.
I've heard the hype about your band, Ive seen your video playing on the TV.
Publicity photos in magazines, no none of it makes me feel anything.
I would be lying to you if I did not say something.
That would make me feel like a politician.
A middle of the road opinion that no one finds offensive or challenging.
I'm not interested.
The stage is not a pedestal.
I don't think your bad people I just think that your aesthetic is horrible.
Please treat me with the same respect and candor.
I would appreciate the honesty.
A little less professional, a little more upfront and confrontational.
Just say what you're thinking.
evelyn sits by the elevator doors
it's been 37 years since james dies on st. patrick's day in 1964
but she could not hold it against him
there were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
a picture of better days
and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
if we're never together
if I'm never back again
well I swear to god that I'll love you forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
in all the years that went by she said she'd always love him
and from the day that he died she never loved again
in his wallet she kept in her nightstand an a.a. card and a lock of red hair
she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
it killed a part of her before the rest was gone.
I feel the ground moving under my feet,
all I know is where I don’t belong.
I’m not interested in sticking around
just for the sake of a good time.
Houses rotting from the the inside out
and everybody’s pissed out of their fucking minds.
Are you seriously talking to me about community?
One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.
You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.
We are defined by what we stand
against and the weight of unfulfilled expectations.
This culture that threatens to engulf you,
is this anyway to go about fighting it?
I don’t want to be born again,
I don’t need anybody to speak for me.
I’m not interested in humoring illusions
or apologizing for the sake of sentiment.
One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.
You’ve got nowhere left to go.
I opened my eyes to find my world enslaved, my brothers and sisters rendered mindless, with no desire to free themselves of their own chains. A potentially beautiful existence had been rendered meaningless. Set on a course to worldwide annihilation. But first the destruction and abandonment of everything sacred. Anything with any real meaning, any real chance of evolution. Yet they say I'm the one who's blind, cursed with this fucking insanity. When all this time we could have been free, in the name of Anarchy.
Once pure, once clean, once natural, the water was once strong and free. Once pure, once beautiful, once healthy, the air once breathed life. The land that sustains our existence has been locked in shackles and chains. Then raped by the flags and the tyrants. Poisoned by the power trips of the insane. So you look around, and you pick your plot and you dig your own fucking grave. Or you take your stand and you wage your war, in the name of Anarchy. A simple objection is not enough, prove your disgust. When all this time we could have been free, in the name of Anarchy.
They're advertising on the TV.
"Become a soldier,"
It's still high school politics, you know.
Nothing's changed, jocks and assholes still don't know shit about aesthetic.
I think I smell a rat.
We sold our revenge, now we're working for them.
Where's the divide?
You know Justin? Well, Justin's dead.
And Yahoo won't let his family have access to his e-mail account,
The news reporter said:
"I feel so bad for you, it's so awkward.
There's really nothing I can say,
[Cut to commercial break]
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays from network and its affiliates."
So where's the divide?
Where's the divide?
All is quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail an askew sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar in memory of fight.
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.
And all around this is a great, great failing.
American rockets red-glared our most
disgusting triumph.
And in passing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?",
I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.
I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
This is the dumbest movie that I've ever seen.
The outcome is predictable,
and the casting is so obvious.
Transparent acting, from transparent politicians.
And with out without your vote, well the election's gonna to happen.
I know it burns in your stomach to feel so cheated.
I know it burns in your stomach to think there's nothing you can do about it.
So we laugh together in the same, cynical way.
And we talk about it in the same, beaten down way.
We laugh together in the same, cynical way.
We talk about it in the same, beaten down way.
And nothing changes.
These are the same choices that we've always had.
It's the same rhetoric,
It's the same campaign promises.
Oh, you don't have to buy, what they're selling.
But with or without your vote, one of these candidates will take office.
And everybody's praying to go numb.
Everybody's got the same excuses,
you know there's nothing they can do about it.
So we laugh together in the same, cynical way.
And we talk about it in the same, beaten down way.
We laugh together in the same, cynical way.
We talk about it in the same, beaten down way.
And nothing changes,
We can control the medium.
We can control the context of presentation.
Is there anybody on the receiving end?
Reaching out for some kind of connection.
Come on and wash these shores away.
Come on and wash these shores away.
I am looking for the crest,
I am looking for the crest of a new wave.
We can be the bands we want to hear.
We can define our own generation.
Is there anybody on the receiving end?
Are you ready to brave new directions.
Come on and wash these shores away.
Come on and wash these shores away.
I am looking for the crest,
I am looking for the crest of a new wave.
Let breathe new dawn this art is dead!
No signs of original thought in the mainstream.
Is there anybody on the receiving end?
We can eclipse all that came before us.
Come on and wash these shores away.
Come on and wash these shores away.
I am looking for the crest,
All your glorious battles, what did they amount to, what did they prove? All for your pride of country, all for your sacred democracy, rival national myths. All for your rich ancestry of warmongers, you hailed as heroes. Don't believe in your jingoistic pride, that fuels your imperialistic genocide.
When all I cry for is Anarchy.
When all I plea for is to be free.
Their slavery will never get the best of me.
Their restrictions will never imprison me.
Their poisons will never disable me.
Love is the force that binds me.
A better world will emerge out of the blood and carnage of the past. Considering tens of millions lost their lives in conflict, is that too much to ask? Wars of religion, nationalism, made all the more devastating by advances in perverted science. Led the innocent to early deaths, soldiers to shallow graves. How can you sleep at night?
When all I cry for is to be free.
When all I plea for is Anarchy.
Their slavery will never get the best of me.
Their restrictions will never imprison me.
Their poisons will never disable me.
Love is the force that drives me.
it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities. and the magazine spreads of fashion models gas masks in hand, it's ok, it's all right, these are situations we learn to live in. when an invasion can bring a country its freedom then unconsciousness is true happiness, no, i don't know what to say.
We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places.
No one can be trusted,
everyone is a suspect.
And all the money's worthless.
The town is trite and exaggerated.
The food is turning and the water's fucking poisoned.
And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head,
sight and hearing quickly faded.
Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading.
And the antibiotics aren't working,
all the drugs, just strangely sobering.
The skeletons in your closet have opened the door
and they started talking.
Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)
Sharks circling for the feeding.
(All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.)
Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)
Sharks circling for the feeding.
(All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.)
Hey!
They're in your room while you're sleeping.
They're in your car behind the seat waiting.
All the rifle sights are on the back of your head.
They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking.
And they're selling it to you as art.
It's every other word in movies and songs.
All the public is buying,
it's business as usual,
and the business is capitalizing
on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices.
They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking.
And you're swept away in a hurricane.
(You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake.)
It's terminal,
(inoperable,)
they're amputating!
(Massive hemmorrhaging,)
major fucking complications!
Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)
Sharks circling for the feeding.
(All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.)
Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)
Sharks circling for the feeding.
(All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.)
Foul play! There's a target on the audience
Vampires! We're only in it for the money.
Diluted! We took the movement to the market.
So fuck us! We totally sold out the scene.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
There's no connection at all.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
No connection at all.
Co-opted! There's vultures preying on the underground.
It's packaged! It's just fashion and rebellion.
Mainstream! It was better in the basement.
Lynch mob! Tar and feather the pretenders in the streets.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
There's no connection at all.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless
Americans abroad! Americans abroad!
Profit driven expansion into foreign markets
And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
This is the best summer that I've ever had
European Vacation, me and my best friends
Americans abroad! Americans abroad!
Whatever there is to be said is said in English
And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not sure
Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences
Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been
Americans abroad! Americans abroad!
And I just can't help but think that there's nothing in sight
Tell me how could you compromise
Yourself like this?
Tell me how could you blame anyone else
When you aren't really committed?
Tell me where was your head
When you broke that promise to yourself,
The one where you don't forget
Every life lesson that happend before your eyes
So you don't wake up to regret she's gone years away?
You had hopes and dreams of a day
Where everything, everything, everything would come together,
You wouldn't have to be so scared.
Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough?
All along
We were strong enough
To be sick of it,
And put them back in their fucking place.
Never asked for this responsibility
We were never in this...
Together.
The reality that you know
Is just behind your idea
Of a society, security, and self.
Am I just fucked up?
'Cause I can't remember
The last time any of this made sense,
The last time I
Could stand up to myself.
Street faces all blend into one,
They ask for spare change.
Am I forgetting
What it looks like
From the other side?
Have I forgotten where I've come from?
Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough?
All along
We were strong enough
To be sick of it,
And put them back in their fucking place.
Never asked for this responsibility
We were never in this...
Here nothing grows. Here nothing lives. Do you dream of the future or do you live in the past? Are you out for humanity or a gender, race, or class? Are you dilligently fighting with the movement, or fighting the blind cause? If you were given freedom would that be an end? If you were given the means would you use them to your benefit?
Could you survive in this world without your fucking technology? Your conveniences that have cowardly carved a brilliant way of life, dependent on oppression of the way of nature. Pollute the environment for a cheap fix of flexing useless capabilities. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind.
I'm the disco fucker of the new generation.
I'm in line with the active invention.
Here's a fist to forward your fucking evolution.
Head full of ten o' clock education.
Military action give me justice and american solution.
It's the head line of the baby in arms.
Hand to hand darkness that shuts the curtain on this weeks call to arms. Running runway operations, turning the machine, it's another vote of confidence to booming world war economy.
Television ethic of crisis on demand.
This is advancement, this is entertainment.
Was it Iraq, or Kosovo, Korea, or Japan, Panama, Vietnam,
Great Britain of the father land.
Can you hear their dream at night falling in the sky.
Marching with god, throwing stones across the ocean.
It's this week's topic of discussion, a headline of the past.
It won't make an impact unless it's fucking armageddon.
Nine shots to the head my god I'm still fucking breathing.
I was a teenage anarchist, looking for a revolution.
I had the style, I had the ambition.
I read all the authors, I knew the right slogans.
There was no war but the class war.
I was ready to set the world on fire.
I was a teenage anarchist, looking for a revolution.
Do you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist, but the politics were too convenient.
In the depths of their humanity all I saw was bloodless ideology.
And with freedom as the doctrine, guess who was the new authority?
I was a teenage anarchist, but the politics were too convenient.
Do you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist, but then the scene got too rigid.
It was a mob mentality, they set their rifle sights on me.
Narrow visions of autonomy, you want me to surrender my identity.
I was a teenage anarchist, the revolution was a lie.
Do you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?
Christ we were dying in the streets running one last anthem through your heart. Swearing life on liberty I'll take a dream an ideal die sound in a lonely death. Pass this compromise on...... My regrets to Columbus (GA) and nothing more when Reagan became the final word. Just one month later they shot Lennon dead, will anybody cry for me? All nations claim until they day that I die, I am citizen. We'll let music rule our life, celebrate shortcomings. If it's not angry young and beautiful, I don't want any part of it. Who do you have to cheat to get what you want, who do you lie to, to get what you need? You deserve everything you got coming to you...
Now I wake up around 4 or 5.
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
Make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00.
Oh we're definitely gonna to call it in early tonight.
Need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
But before you know it here I am again, fucking 2:00 in the morning,
Standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
Now seriously, this is my last and final time.
Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life.
No, you won't catch me down here again,
waiting to score sweaty money palmed in my hand.
What are you cutting this with anyway?
Because I have got some really, big plans.
And today's the day I'm putting them into action.
But before you know it, here I am again.
Fucking 6:00 in the morning.
Rolled up dollar bill in my hand.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Sick of doing the same things most nights after night.
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorption,
self-destructive narcissism.
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.
I don't know who I can trust.
It isn't any different, it's the same old shit
It goes...
I am oh so fascinated,
I am oh so entertained,
standing here like a comedian,
I repeat what I said, again and again and again
until the meaning has become an imitation of itself,
an impression of an original defeats the fucking purpose.
I don't know where this is going,
but it's looking more and more like the same place that we started.
Oh good God, holy shit, the joke's on us, not on them.
Just pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.
Oh good God, holy shit, the joke's on us, not on them.
Just pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.
And everybody's watching the lead singer in the band.
The guitars explode into a drumbeat that's driving.
It's pretty fucking boring, oh don't you think.
And of all the things we'd ask,
of all the ways we'd like for it to be,
they're just drunken conversations,
song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately.
Like I believe in a power that is of and by the people.
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised.
I believe that I will endure, and I will overcome.
And I will sing it until I no longer remember the reason.
What was the reason?
There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,
uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air.
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed.
I turned the air conditioner on.
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face.
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.
And the pious preacher commands.
I hold my breath in anticipation.
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit;
there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
there are those who just cannot forget.
And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
The days blow by in agile moments of clarity and blind despair. With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile come through here and there. You put your faith in living, but youthful idealism is no longer welcome here. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet. A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity of last years hell. Your vain eyes show no respect, just loss of recognition broken spirit burnt out will. Sing a song of cynicism a foul smell of shit decay and degradation in the midst of celebration. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet.
Coming home feels like surrender, feels like we're giving in.
When the shows are over, is there any other reason to live?
My brain is moving with a nervous energy.
It starts in the back of my head, carries down through my stomach,
legs and feet.
Nobody to call, I've got no real place to be.
You know I haven't been home in such a long time.
I'm just looking for a little bit of home right now.
I'm just desperate for a little bit of home right now.
I'm just grasping for a little bit of home right now.
Tomorrow we'll celebrate the coming of the New Year. They'll be
drinking in the bars around downtown.
You know I'll probably end up down there myself. Nobody to call, I've
got no real place to be.
You know I broke all my resolutions this year. Let's not make any
promises this New Year.
I just want to make it through this coming year.
No, I don't want to feel the same way next year.
Oh, but don't you know?
Did you think the world would bend for you?
Did you think that you could really change yourself?
Oh, before you know, it's already time to go.
It feels like you just got back into town.
Coming home feels like surrender, feels like we're giving in.
When the shows are over, is there any other reason to live?
Coming home feels like surrender, feels like we're giving in.
Your talent outshines all that I could ever do or say
and me and my jealousy, I stole your songs and passed them off as my own
As much as I would like for it not to show
you can smell the stink on my breath and in my clothes, it's so obvious
oh if I could only be half the things you write about in your songs
if I could only mean half as much to anyone
and in my arrogance I write pages of anger hate and spite
all of the reasons I have to trust... absolutely no one
today I heard you on my stereo and it shamed me,
yes it shamed me to think that I could be so unoriginal
oh if I could only be half the genius that you are
to feel such honest want, to show love
I would show you love
I would show you love
I would show you love
oh if I could only feel half as resolute in my beliefs,
if I could only sing with such bravery
I can not explain how much you mean to me
Do you bite your tongue when you hear them say?
Do you bite your tongue and wait for your chance?
Do you bite your tongue and push thought from mind?
Focus is locked, attention is fixed
Do you want to battle with me?
You cannot match determination like this
Do you bide your time so patiently?
Do you bide your time and wait for your chance?
Do you bide your time and keep intent hidden?
And when the strike comes, it's gonna be deadly
Do you want to battle with me?
Like a whore plotting revenge on the trick.
Do you want to battle with me?
There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust.
No longer difference between.
A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin,
and I am sick to death of it.
So let it burn in the front yard,along with everything I own.
Piled up and sprayed down with gasoline,
Soak the embers in the broken heads of my
guitars as we dance around in circles, torch ourselves in effigy.
Everybody jump up live, love longer.
So are you really listening?
I dont want any part of it.
I was worried and upset about what I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance.
Then it came to me:
You gotta turn your back and abandon it.
I'm taking aim at you; as a focus and recipient of judgment.
Well your politics are easy to remember,
especially when sung along to beats like this, so:
Is it dirty little secret about money?
Is it dirty little secret about poverty?
Is it dirty little secret about hunger?
Another little secret about war and brutality.
There is no romance, no glamour in reality.
What!?
You can have it all, I ain't got the heart to fight, no.
Total exhaustion, complete breakdown.
For the asshole I am,
apologies in full, please leave me alone.
Pull over the van, let me out.
And we'll give the money back, to the record label.
Fire the agent, fire the manager.
We ain't got what it takes, to make it.
We got indifference, got no respect for them.
Feels like you already said so much,
feels like you can never say enough.
Let someone else take our place,
let them be your entertainment.
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting)
To tear us apart
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting.)
Someday accepted as you for you.
Someday accepted as me for me.
Someday blind eyes will plainly see.
Someday all walks of life will be free.
Someday the meek will refuse boundaries.
Someday the blessed will be the deserving.
Land of burning vision, the nightmare before my eyes. The sore of the truth attacking the body of lies, the light of the proof overcoming jaded minds. You can lie to yourself, you can abandon the world, you can pray on the cure nature's judgement still stands. Pray to the stars, cry to the sky, demand an eye for an eye, do you save sight, or ease minds?
And if the water drowns, the ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you'd regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate a just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I'd find an audience; I know I'd still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do we all need instand judgement? This place is ticking like a mine
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It's trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I'm not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don't know what I believe in
I don't know where I belong
You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious
You're not sayin anything we haven't heard before
You're caught up in an argument
oh oh You're so lost in modern art.
You will lose it all, and you will find again.
Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch.
SOS Texted from a cell phone.
Please tell me I'm not the only one
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously.
Just a little too enamoured with inflated self purpose.
Talk is cheap. And it doesn't mean much.
Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch.
I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. (I'm losing touch)
well, I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. (well, I'm losing touch)
Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music. Fucking Nausea.
I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. (I'm losing touch)
It's not just my imagination that I got a gun to my head. Cause I can feel the cold metal and I can smell the gun powder. I know they got their sights on me and its not just paranoia that makes me think this way. I know they got their plan for me. I know they got a grave for me. They want me to admit defeat. They want me to show my fear they know their system's going to break me. It's crushed countless before me.
I stand here and try to look out into the dark vastness that is my future. Unfortunately I can't see shit. There are clouds and there seems to be layers to the sky. It's all just too unknown. I waste time wanting to know what will happen. How will it end. But I never want to reach that day when I no longer have a need for that curiosity. I don't want to know the end to this "movie".
And we will keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.
And as the last threats came and went, and this is the way that wars are played
Always heading for a front, heading for a front,
Hey did we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling
Objection is so cliche.
A new way on[x4]
So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
Well there's a lot of things that should be said, (said) so we're hammering six strings,
Machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.
A new way on[x4]
we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.
with plans of invasion and arms races racing, yeah,
we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation.
And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you'd regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I'd find an audience; I know I'd still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It's trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I'm not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don't know what I believe in
I don't know where I belong
Girl, I'm sorry but I'm leaving.
We're both at fault, we're both to blame.
And it wasn't the other men 'cause there were other women.
This just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling.
Even if I stayed, it just wouldn't be the same.
Double this drink up into the tallest glass you got.
You know, I ain't used to sleeping all alone.
Gonna make it to the moon tonight on a one-way kamikaze flight.
If I could get so high, I'll leave behind my problems,
Take 'em out with the empty bottles.
Oh girl, I'm sorry but I'm leaving.
We're both at fault, we're both to blame.
And it wasn't the other men 'cause there were other women.
This just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling.
Even if I stayed, it just wouldn't be the same.
Me and this guitar are going swinging blind into the unknown.
You know, a song and a stage is all I ever needed of a home.
Someday I will call from a payphone in a truckstop on the road
and you'll tell me how much better off you've been on your own.
So girl, I'm sorry but I'm leaving.
We're both at fault, we're both to blame.
And it wasn't the other men 'cause there were other women.
This just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling.
I saw you burn down every bridge. Turn your back on everything, leave all illusions behind. Leave the chains of childhood in the past. Destroying the ideas the imprison the mind. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who's kidding who when you're lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
Keep your protest in your songs. Never voicing any real disgust, just charming antics of anger. The feeling's lost inside your vain big-headed dreams of grandeur. You're still stuck on trying to save the world. Politics without rhetoric, seeing clearly for just one moment, forgetting about the consequence. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who's kidding who when you're lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
Beautiful to live in poverty
Just to spite what they're selling
Take a thousand hits to prove the rest and I'll move in
Millimeters still won't mean shit against well-done subversion
Fathers of invention will one day turn in their graves
When their own sons and daughters
Manifest destiny into a lesson to others
Sent away my crippled let the old ones categorize their deathcamps, they're all dead
[Chorus:]
Burn Burn Burn
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
And Burn Burn Burn
The histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And cringe, and rack guns of shame.
[Chorus x2]
Well it may take a team of well-rounded hoodlums
In full riot gear to unrest objection
A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists
When beaurocrats start dying from cancer
There are already businessmen who'll market bottled water
And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target
Seven approaching a measure off the map
And you'll see me dance in the street once again
[Chorus x3]
And it'll Burn Burn Burn like they did to the Anarchists
And it'll Burn Burn Burn like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And give apologies for a immeasurably acted perfection
No (no), it's not what we meant to say (it's not what we meant to say)
We don't really love each other
What happens when the summer's over?
(How long before distance becomes a chore?)
I'm approaching with great (great) trepidation
I hope you'll understand
Before you speak (before you speak)
Think about what you're trying to say (think about what you're trying to say)
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement
(You making promises you can't keep)
You need to leave all your options open
Too much momentum
This room feels like it's going to explode
Too many angles
Too many factors to cover
Waiting for signal
You're searching for a network
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation
Anxiety, anxiety, you give me no mercy
Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep
We took some pills to calm us down
(We needed help to come back up)
Just trying to stay in control of the situation
Too much momentum
This room feels like it's going to explode
Too many angles
Too many factors to cover
Waiting for signal
You're searching for a network
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation
And we fall apart so easily
Too much momentum
This room feels like it's going to explode
Too many angles
Too many factors to cover
Waiting for signal
You're searching for a network
You have to fight to stay in control
You have to fight to stay in control
I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2]
He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived
He slept between me and my wife in bed
Oh, the roof leaked in the kitchen
I never mentioned my collection of his albums
I never bothered him with intrusive questions
I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4]
He got a warm sense of humor
He was outgoing like my wife
We'd hang out late into the night smoking joints and drinking wine
We'd go thrift store shopping for vintage electronics
Race remote cars in toy departments
We'd never talk about playing music
We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone.
I can't remember the last time I saw you.
I can't remember the last time we talked.
You left home for a fresh start,
working as a waitress down in Bradenton.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
Don't it feel so detached and unreal? Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened, or like nothings ever changed.
With your casket open in front of me,
your eyes closed and your lips silent.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
I didn't listen to the preacher.
I couldn't look your husband in the eyes.
I'm not sure what I meant to you then,
so I'm not sure what I owe you now.
But if something I said hurt you
I swear it was not my intention.
With your name tattoo'd into my skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
[Originally by The Replacements]
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war? no one?) to name us
The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Don't let them break you.
Don't let them tell you who you are.
Doesn't matter where you come from,
you'll always have a floor to sleep on.
And you have your bamboo bones,
nervous energy,
blind ambition,
skin of your teeth.
Push back, push back, push back,
with every word and every breath.
What god doesn't give to you,
you've got to go and get for yourself.
I'm embarrassed to admit it,
I've got no grip.
I'm leading with my jaw.
Can you see it from a distance?
Does it look ridiculous?
I guess that's just what I have to live with.
Still I have a mind to think,
knees to break,
you standing beside me.
I'm going to push back, push back, push back,
with every word and every breath.
What god doesn't give to you,
Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
One night we lay beside each other,
so close to a sweat
with two fans circling overhead,
we sleep on borrowed time
and the traffic lights direct empty roads,
the stars can't break the city sky
but they still try despite what they know is already true
and tomorrow we'll take aim,
just like a storm waiting for a calm
I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding
my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old,
on a road that never ends
might drive into something that looks like a sunset,
and it lasts forever, and i never look back
from hoboken to l.a.
from portland to gainesville
from the great plains to niagara
route 66 straight to california
electric lights carry the night
we move in 4/4 time
our feet on wheels and in the sky
yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here
and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
and the rest can burn in hell
and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
shot by her mother, her eulogy,
the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic
today is just another day
and me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated
every shortcoming has trapped us,
every mistake is now our own infinite failure
so we steal every chance we get
every advantage is taken when no one's looking
we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop until
we are the people we've decided we should be
I wanna be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable
this distance is not something we'll regret
to here, and now, and then, and forever,
and days after that till the very end
from Hoboken to L.A.
from Portland to Gainesville
from the Great Plains to Niagara
route 66 straight to California
electric lights carry the night
we move in 4/4 time
our feet on wheels and in the sky
yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here
and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
and the rest can burn in hell
We can have a day from here, if you'll take your heart put some faith in ideals. The bank line will all turn around and rent will pay itself. You can sleep tonight, little boys in sweat-shops will again be children and tonight they'll eat the lions share. Bombing skies will sing silent and the anger turn to laughter. On the crucifix Christ will turn his head and admit his own sin he was a martyr for. Your shoulders just as heavy there is no mercy from three holes and a bleeding forehead helping my life. Rob the promise and direction given to me. We're bound to self righteous living. Fingers rapping on the counter, patience wearing thin. It's just another work week, arthritis at 18 for a minimum living. Who has time to breathe, catch it before it's over, catch it before it eats you. Hello perspective this is just the human condition. It's universal love my god I think it's spreading. They'll kick you when you're down. Push you down when you're stumbling. Another day of dying is just evolution. You said freedom was a hope away an hand or a hard push. Is this inclusive thinking? We run by a thread, tongue in cheek idealists. I'm not giving up the claim that I can save the world and all I need is my friends.
I've walked down high streets looking through windows.
I've been lost in crowds of strangers.
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries.
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces, television stations, billboard advertisements.
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind.
I see your face when I close my eyes.
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism.
I've got no judgement for you.
Come on and ache with me.
Through bar rooms, cafés, jail cells and court rooms.
Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches.
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned.
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word.
I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers, socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers.
You may not find all that you're after, in the end I hope it doesn't matter.
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism.
I've got no judgement for you.
Come on and ache with me.
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
I've got no judgement for you.
All's quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight.
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.
And all around this is a great, great feeling.
American rockets red-glared our most
disgusting triumph.
And in passing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?",
I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.
I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
When you sleep,
No one is homeless.
When you sleep,
You can't feel the hunger.
When you sleep,
No one is lonely in a dream.
Without classes,
Without nations...
When you sleep,
She's standing there with open arms,
And one night could last forever,
And if you asked her,
She'd never let go,
And you'd stay forever...
And the sun's always rising
In the sky somewhere,
And if young hearts should explode
>From all the lies they've been told...
Let the new night bring you peace
And the promise of tomorrow,
Where we can wake to a new beginning.
Tomorrow I'll all but have lost their faces;
My friends and family,
Memories of all we had
And the times we should have lived,
And tomorrow America just might fall apart.
Tomorrow, tell me,
Where will you wake up?
Beyond title, beyond these careers and laws,
Something more than borders on a map...
And the sun's always rising in the sky somewhere,
And if young hearts should explode
>From all the lies they've been told...
To live through one night like this,
Memory is life
But my life is not just a memory.
Another scene of lie
A broken hope, a wooden breath.
And i'm feeling small
not so strong,
waiting for you to help me.x2
I'm walking like a blind.
And you give me
pain instead
of your light.
A trigger inside me,
please pull it now and wake me up.
i'm not so strong
i'm flying alone.
You'll never be against me.x2
Memory is life
but my life is not just a memory.
Another scene of lie
A broken hope,a
wooden breath.
I'm walking like a blind.
And you give me pain
instead of
your light.
A trigger inside me,
Please pull it now and wake me up.
No i'm
not so strong
i'm flying alone.
You'll never be against me.x4
Can you see
that everything i need
Is not a charity, is only true belief
I’m your
waterfall
Welcome to my world
Think of me as i think of you
Can you see that
everything i need
( i can lose you,i can leave you)
Is not a charity, is
only true belief
I’m your waterfall
Welcome to my world
Think of me as i
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