• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bikes And Bridges - Defiance, Ohio
• Tanks! Tanks! Tanks! - Defiance, Ohio
• Promises - Defiance, Ohio
• Petty Problems - Defiance, Ohio
• Old Dead Tree - Defiance, Ohio
• This Feels Better - Defiance, Ohio
• Oh, Susquehanna! - Defiance, Ohio
• Road Sign Always Look Better Looking Over Your Shoulder - Defiance, Ohio
• Response To Griot - Defiance, Ohio
• Lambs At The Slaughter - Defiance, Ohio
• I'm Just Going To Leave... - Defiance, Ohio
• Drinking Song - Defiance, Ohio
• Condition 11:11 - Defiance, Ohio
• Oh Cheri - Defiance, Ohio
• The Years The Fears The Sleep - Defiance, Ohio
• The Year - Defiance, Ohio
• Threats - Defiance, Ohio
• The Things We Won't Let Settle But Let Set - Defiance, Ohio
• The Condition - Defiance, Ohio
• Sometimes Motion - Defiance, Ohio
• Now Now Now - Defiance, Ohio
• Never Forget, Ever - Defiance, Ohio
• The List - Defiance, Ohio
• Grandma Song - Defiance, Ohio
• I Don't Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You - Defiance, Ohio
• Hairpool - Defiance, Ohio
• Expect The Worst - Defiance, Ohio
• [Eureka] - Defiance, Ohio
• Anxious And Worrying - Defiance, Ohio
• This Time, This Year - Defiance, Ohio
• Trip And Stumble - Defiance, Ohio
• To Lanterns, Denver, And One Last Lament - Defiance, Ohio
• Things We Say - Defiance, Ohio
• The Temperature Is Dropping - Defiance, Ohio
• The New World Order - Defiance, Ohio
• The Idea Of North - Defiance, Ohio
• Sweet Dudes And Sweet Ladies - Defiance, Ohio
• Lullabies - Defiance, Ohio
• Letter Home - Defiance, Ohio
• Hey Kathleen, Are You Hungry? - Defiance, Ohio
• Enough - Defiance, Ohio
• Collecting Complaints - Defiance, Ohio
• Chad's Favorite Song - Defiance, Ohio
• Can't Stop Won't Stop - Defiance, Ohio
• Calling Old Friends - Defiance, Ohio

even columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike and all my fears get washed away in a stream of blinking lights and the concrete strip below seems less like a noose and more like a tie that binds or at least a tourniquet. it's been such a hard season and the bridges we burned might be all we had to keep us from drowning. but at least we had this time; and i'd like to think we're better off for it. i'll remember this. sometimes broken things make the best building supplies. and we'll keep on building. hearts aren't made of glass, they're made of muscle and blood and something else. and they don't so much as break as bend and tear. we have what it takes to keep it together; and move on.

Tanks, tanks, tanks. Bombs, bombs, bombs. Nuclear heat-seeking battleships. Shake yer hips, raise your fists, tell 'em they can kiss yer' ass if they come knockin' for us kids.
You needed a dependable work force so you created a drug ware n' got one in orange. Now on the backs of the poor, you're taking over the world by force. Whatever for?

I've got these promises ... that are creeping through my head, words I'd never dare say out loud. My tongue bleeds crimson red ... sliced open by the thorns of untruths that I've uttered before. And I'd like to be my friend, but own worst enemy again, resolutions that i break. And I'm headed for a fall, my own worst enemy of all, with every step back that I take.

In Columbus they were shopping on the first day, the first official day of war. It's so easy being oblivious, and it's easy being self-absorbed inside of 80 different stores and coffee shops. The whole world's not like yours. There are many kinds of problems, not all of them are like yours or mine. But I forget that all the time.
Oh drama, are you all in my head? My problems aren't really all that bad. So distracted by the things that I don't have. How sad.
Our petty problems we add them up and we dwell on them half of the day. Our petty problem we add them up and they always get in the way. Our petty problems, so American. So caught up in our own little worlds.

it's in the east and in on the kill taker. this is so much more than just one's needs. this lies with you in a california highway somewhere. a manmade strip between the trees. i found a new value in slayer last night. nighttime fits for changing hands.
it will chop you down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try not to believe. that it would chop me down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try so hard not to leave.

After weeks of winter that just wouldn't quit and the headlines remind me the world's gone to shit, I ride my skate to the park because sometimes that's all that someone can do. And I try not to think that it's only fashion, or the teenaged boys are patriarchy in action, because it's Saturday morning with my friends and we're fuckin' thrashin'!
And this feels better.
This feels better.
This feels better.
This feels better
And this feels better.

We walk at the paths at the banks of the mighty Susquehanna,
with our feet made muddy by your tributaries
that trickle their way to the Chesapeake
It's like we
follow I-83 down to harbor cities
with strip malls and tar-mac,
people swirling and teeming
It seemed so exciting
but now it seems like such a blight
I grew up near Kentucky's Mount Zion Road
and all that was there was some old cemetery
All I wanted:
to be able to walk to the store
Now I don't live there but there's too many stores,
some apartments,
and a Sunoco
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
Oh, Susquehanna!
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
And I miss that place behind my house
where I hiked and climbed and played
Where I ditched this noisy century
or just hid out
from the decade
MI Homes thought it could
stand to be updated
Forced it all into a grid 'til it looked like the funny pages
With every trace of life, it seems,
confined within a frame
The faces moved from day to day but
the strips all looked the same
And the punch lines are resoundingly unfunny
for those trapped in this architecture of easy money
And I feel like this could all come to no good
The kids who
populate these cul-de-sacs
will never know what stood beneath those
cookie-cutter houses:
fields and streams and woods
They'll sit in cars and wait for
mom to drive them
out of this boring neighborhood!
Oh, Susquehanna!
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder,

s/he says s/he's tired of working overtime and troubles weighing on his/her mind in class. s/he said s/he'd like to pack his/her bags and run away, and never look back. s/he says this life of mine's like doing time for crimes that i didn't commit. s/he says if life is just a game, i'm on the losing team - and i just want to quit.
s/he says we can take this weekend, drive out past city limits, keep on driving just as far as we can go. and maybe when we get back, things will seem a little better, things will work out in a way we couldn't know...

to the drifters! in hopes that our paths cross again. to the homesick! home is when we do meet again.
our histories, our futures, our foundations, are hope. it's a way to never forget.
i'll say goodbye. and hope never to mean it. our love and our hope. no nation or state can contain it.
if you call me up drunk, at four in the morning, no matter the timezones or state lines away. i'll be on buslines or burning up phone cards. just like i lived eight blocks away.
And ill say goodbye, in hope to never to mean it
Our loves and our hope

When you're a sheep in wolf's clothing, you have big, important friends, who with a twinkle in their eyes say they'll be with you 'til the end. They invite you out to ice cream, they insist you eat your fill, then they smile at each other and they stick you with the bill. They giggle extra hard when you max out your credit card.
When you're a sheep in wolf's clothing, you're watched over by your friends, they hook you up with an apartment in a big, barbed-wire pen, and they come and pinch your cheeks with such fatherly affection, and they tap into your e-mail solely for your own protection. If they counted votes from black sheep, would they still win their elections?
And you live a life of privilege in the shadow of your friends, who've secured the greenest pastures with their business acumen, so you graze on the grasses and you're spared from ever thinking or from knowing why your friends are always snickering and winking. You're fed shock and awe and you swallow without thinking.

it's been a bad day. just listened to jawbreaker, wondered what's wrong with me and stared in the mirror, waited so patiently for the end of the summer. just got my hopes up and dashed. i'm just sucker, i guess. it's so warm outside but i'm still sad.
even on the best days in september. it's hard to find my piece of mind. i'd like to blame it on the weather ...

the first thing we do if we want to get through this dependency that we've been courting. is to finally come clean with the lines read between and make flat feet of tiptoes we're walking. say, "we're finished." say, "we're sorry." say, "we're scared there's this weight we can't carry." say, "i'm lonely, and frustrated, and i'm ready to be here to hear that."
and try as we might we'll try and we might ...
crumbles these walls with a flood of our words and we'll have a foundation to hold us ...

I had no idea what I was after, I'm just preparing for disaster with everything feeling so far away. Familiar faces, familiar lips, is there any point to this hanging around?
I was upset when that glass broke doing the dishes. At 11:11 every night I make wishes. Habit and superstition feed my foolish fires; they've been burning for a couple of months.
I stay out all day to keep these thoughts away. Why don't you give my feet a break and come back?
I remember in the kitchen when you told me your grandma died. That's when I realize it gets worse. I want to wish things last forever, won't you thicken my soft skin, you comfort me so and I remember, remember

It April, the sun wasn’t out
People were working and when they got out, they heard
It was unfortunate and it was unplanned
Too simple to misunderstand
She put signs up in the windows that we passed
I’m sure you shot first, but how did it feel to shoot
second
Tragedies converged and deaths did collide on that night
Cops all around your house surrounded by mounds of
reminders that you threw out the window
Jumping the gun they refused and ignored to your door
with the authority to do so
Oh Cheri, oh Cheri no more
I got a tiny little knock on my door
Except when you opened that door you had a ??? and no
where to go
You were confused with all the things that you hated

Well you don't feel part of anything?
I'd say we all feel this way.
I can't find it in my box of tapes,
In sugar, milk and blood with tea.
In this fresh cut master of all our new claims,
Or the coming summer parade.
Kirkwood cat calls though a window,
And all my attempts at security,
They seem flights to other places forcing songs and
plays.
Just get me through this then I'll change I'll change.
Mary! Your new house is built concrete
From all the years the fears the sleep.
You found your way back to Chicago.
Pedaling help near Gaza.
I heard that you lost your finger!
I hope that you found that next singer.
Because,
It's not what we made, it's what we will make!
So here's a spectacular send off!

Like how some words seem sinister, like crow or Molokai, some days seem dark though it is bright. If there's a second chance for happenstance well I guess it is good we took a chance but sometimes I still don't feel right. And yeah we are all fallible, but these drunken nights only remind that she was so right to sing:
"Just look at this mess we have made."
Will you look at this mess we have made:
"Just look at this mess we have made."
Will you look at this mess we have made:
But they were so right to say...
"If we can do it here, you can do it anywhere!" To talk is to brag and inaction comes from fear. If they can do that there, I could do it anywhere and I have no right to complain!
Because we never played these chords quite like this and we never walked home this way! No we never walked home quite like this and we never played these chords this way.
So, here's to tonight! And spending it with you! Here's to this year I never thought I'd make it through. But, we lost a powerful symbol this year for standing for what you were born. She left a hard place to fill and it just may fall upon you.

Argue with us. Are you with us?
The time for action will never pass!
If we're gonna be a threat,
do we wanna be a threat?
And if we're threat,
How do we want to be a threat?
Sophistication, sudden climate of being "free"
on this town I've given you all and "I'll call the
police!
and "Stalin, Stalin, Stalin! I'll call the police!"
Well I wish they still had the energy.
All of this heart, I hope it turns the house.
It is rough, but it is right and it is full of regret.

Even at 6 years old we have a sense of the things that we left in the past,
and even Empirical science can't explain how the dust seems to fall like magic.
Old...
We're told...
It's old.
How can you get on, while thinking all along, "We were wrong, it's just a song."?
Well then, it's just a song.
But if we all were wrong, if this is just a song.
If you say "This can't last.", then this can't last. Then this can't last!
But do you still sing your heart out?
Cause you know those words by heart now.
First a glance, then a smile. We knew all the while
but were still amazed to find such a common space.
Then, marked by English light we'd be up all night and THIS FEELS RIGHT.
So do you still sing your heart out?
Cause you know those words by heart now.
Have we ever felt this way before?
Like the things we've weathered such might decay to something more,
Like the freshness, excitement might somehow give way to something like wisdom or truth.
It's the things we won't let settle but let set.

The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing,
all the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me.
The news is a distorted view through someone else's glasses,
reprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV.
And are you the type to let yourself get scared?
We all go swimming naked, or at least strip to our underwear,
am I the type to miss you when I'm gone?
Well I guess it won't be that long...
Driving to strange places,
seeing even stranger faces and am I the type to let myself complain?
Everything's so foreign and so I plug my guitar into a broken amplifier
I am happy, I am sane and I am growing every day in every single way...
And I'm already gone,
and I'm feeling so free,
I will sing my victory song.

It's a battle of attrition that we're losing week by week, filled with hollow halls and unanswered calls and empty city streets. We're losing all our friends to distant postal codes. And this stack of letters on my desk is a poor substitute for flesh and bone.
I feel like a sabretooth tiger, slipping slowly into the tar and we hear the awful strains of boredom when we're playing the guitar. The weight of responsibility seems so heavy it could kill and if these fleas they don't suck me dry, I fear this city will.
Sometimes motion is the only things that keep us alive.

I dreamt every word and letter meant the same to all of
But oh, all those places I had to take account.
The basement noise, the savior, it's not worth everyone
and night just fits the picture, but all has come undone
Now now now
Now now now
Now now now
Now now now
Those fires are harder to spot while burning in the sun
I'll be around to hold you, but remember I'm just one
and come March, April, May think past will return...
Maybe we need a new savior
Or many of all ages
All preaching from the choir
So maybe we need a new savior
Or many of all ages
All preaching from the choir
Now now now
Now now now
Now now now

We held our legs parallel to the ground - urethane cartographers of this small mid-atlantic town. You were stuck in the mid-west making signs for opposing teams. Do our lives now live up to all our dreams? Do we write it in our skin, indelible? "SK8 or Die," "Fuk'n Go," "Don't Give Up Hope," I guess I don't know. Or maybe we'll assert in binary. Dear diary, I wonder if words can make things real. I hope they might.

8 blocks away would put you at the watertowers from my place,
What's the difference when you calculate,
by crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids?
Twenty-six hundred miles is 45 hours.
I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines, and my gas tank's just empty.
I don't have the balls, or the where-with-all, or the cash to fill it again,
So I guess it's best I stick around the house.
Measure my days and metered my years in fear and muscle tension,
Meals and the beds that I slept in!
Tried to give a few decent gifts and scribbled a few things off the list,
but it still goes something like this.
Clean your desk,
Write your ex,
Do the dishes and your taxes,
Throw the shit you don't need away,
Call the airline 'bout the fast food scam,
Write to Adam,
Tape for Craig,
Throw the beer bottles and the cans away,
Mix some dirt,
Underline WORK!
There's never enough time, never enough time.
We don't have all the hands we need -
not enough you's or me's to be all the places that we want to.
There's never enough time, never enough time.
I'll siphon these anxieties onto to-do lists

Humans can be the cutest of animals sometimes and I walk out the hospital cursing cars because all this turnover makes me so tired. And how are you feeling? All the white in these hospital walls can't quite wash out your tired, weak eyes.
And Grandma tucks you in at night, says "Never be afraid of anything outside." Grandma tucks you in at night. Says "Goodnight, little sweet."
Do you come from a dead people? These pictures of the past litter the floor like newsprint, like cities fell in stacks, and men jumped from buildings. The dust was overwhelming. Do we expect anything to last?
And Grandma tucks you in at night, says "Never be afraid of anything outside." Grandma tucks you in at night. Says "Goodnight, little sweet."
Goodnight, little sweet. (Goodnight little sweet) I'll sing you to sleep. (Watch everything recede.) La-la la la.
Goodnight, little sweet. (Goodnight little sweet) Watch everything recede. (I'll sing you to sleep.) La-la la la.
Goodnight, little sweet. (Goodnight little sweet) I'll sing you to sleep. (Watch everything recede.) La-la la la.

let's stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we sing are as much a product of our privilege as the clothes on my back and the phone call i made to my mom last night. let's stop this talk of action because action comes easy it's the moments just before that are hard, when i've got to get my voice and my fist on the same page as my heart. let's stop this talk of them because the things we find deplorable in politicians, ceos and cops are the same things that will tear ourselves apart. and let's stop this talk of words because words like dishonesty selfishness and greed aren't as distance to us as we'd like to believe.
so please, the next time you're smashing the state, don't go breaking my heart. because i know that when we pick up the pieces, the only thing left will be the same empty rubble that's made up every revolution that i've ever known to make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.
they say that the beauty's in the streets. but when i look around, it seems more like defeat. i'm afraid that this fight that we're all caught up in will make us the same as that which we oppose.

I'll tell you in street intersections
Cause they give you a place to go
Meanings to lines on maps
And tell you how you're gonna get home
Now I'm back here in the Midwest
Where everything's familiar and sincere
Everything's external
Nothing just happens to you here
In between coasts
Looking for what it was you lost on 2nd Street
Not what it was on Washington
And you let it go, you let it go, you let it go
And you jump into that pool undone
We're still in town
Isn't that fun, yeah, isn't that fun?
Now I know there's been some hard times
And I don't mean you and me
You're over-believing, back to forgetting
And you're turning on TV
What you see just makes you numb
And the headlines all become a blur
The years and the lives scroll by
Bottom of that screen like desert sand
And we're entrenched in a mess, embedded in our beds,
sleeping in
What I wouldn't give to want to live like I once did
Looking for what it was you lost on 2nd Street
Staring through the windows of my friends
And I can see all their loveliness
Imagining all clocks and dreams and thin clouds over
their heads
And we're waiting for the hesitation to end
This town is way too small to ever need the bus
So meet me at the pool that they keep unlocked all
night

This must be so hard
But from where I stand somehow it seems better
And I don’t have the experience to know
The strength or inertia that holds us together
But they’re all here
Because I guess we’re all here
We’ll take off their uniforms, because it’s a new world
[2x]
We’ll take off our uniforms and we’ll try to do
A little better than the best that we can
We always expect the worst, until it’s worse [2x]
We’ll take off their uniforms, because it’s a new world
[2x]
We’ll take off our uniforms and we’ll try to do
A little better than the best that we can

He has his moustache cut fresh for her,
she had her bangs done out to here,
and the night was young and the beer was cheap at Texaco
with it's fluorescent lights shinin' down.
I almost fell off of my bike twice today,
I was tryin' to turn my neck around to see...
All the speed,
the weed,
the screamin' into disconnected payphones .
I love you Old Town ladies with your windbreakers,
your bleached blonde hair and your menthol cigarettes.
All the fog,
the stench,
it's rollin' in from every old pulp mill.
I love you Old Town dudes with your dirty shirts,
your sweatpants on and your beards.
It's so easy to end up here.
The fear, the fear, the fear.

Anxious and worrying,
so you spend your whole life hurrying,
for something better
than what you knew before
and always knowing you are you
and you are gonna even up the score,
is that what you're always fighting for?
And it's a long way back to a place once called home
you left behind and it's a long night out with nothing
much to say,
and it's the things you hold in sight
that you dreamed less of each night
until you guess it never mattered anyway.
And we've all got hearts and they keep beating
and they keep telling,
telling us what we should say
and it's hard to listen anyway
but these days we are in tune
to the way we love the afternoon as it
it fades slowly to a restful night.
Everything is magic until it becomes routine,
in your bedroom, on the road or in the corners of your
dreams,
and I sure hope we aren't just spinning our wheels.
Whatever happens, I think you should know
I'm just glad it feels like anything at all.
So don't push me down, I don't go down easy.
And don't pick me up just to see me be the boy you
knew.
It's just the distance between we
and who we wish that we could be don't seem so far,

lately morning feels like i'm not winning. it's like i know a lot ... lots of missing. there is a skyscraper takeover on 8th and broad, and i can't go explore out of fear. the same old fear and the same old doubts like why dancing scares the hell out of me. and astrology says it will be fun to forget last year in the new year. and you are so sweet for reminding me of all that i can do alone.
this time, this year, is bigger than us, it goes on long after we're gone! this town has taken it all out of us, made us look at our lives through new eyes. ... i love you in so many ways. you taught me to give, to lose, to love, to be lost, and now how to want.

And I haven't had an honest conversation in weeks and irony rolls off my tongue much more easily and I don't think its mean, it just represents a chilling disconnect from reality. And nation building nation states are captured in the acetate or filtered through our heads through the flicker of the windows on our street as we're walking home. (As we're walking home) Is there any place that's sane? Is there any place that makes sense?
And I said, "Things are bad," didn't I? Didn't I? And we tripped and stumbled for half the walk home. [2x]
What the fuck? (What the fuck?)
Is this what passes for life?
I'm pretty sure this is the worst that I've ever felt?

Would it help to write a letter, as puddles turn to icy lakes? The temperature is dropping; the temperature is dropping with every breath or life it takes. And baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I guess it wouldn't be bad - if street lights and the cold nights in between - were all we ever had.
[Make] simultaneous maps of cities, states of heart, or the heart of states. And I keep on hoping, and I keep on asking to stay awake or hibernate. And maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, our marks can make it through the snow. But even words can wither in the frost, if all we ever know is this beating pulse that slows to less than one beat per minute before the spring thaw. Do we measure days or years? Or are we tired of waiting? And is it a luxury, or survival, or all that we have?

They say the new world order is just god's master plan but if the blueprint calls some to starve, don't blame god's right-hand man, 'cause the president is holy, and the president is pious, and hallelujah! He's a good ol' boy! Hosanna in the highest!
The plan is written in god's hand so only bush can read it, and it calls for battle in god's name and it calls for bush to lead it, and the blueprint calls to drill for oil, and exterminate the land, and if you can't hear god's calling, then you're probably from France! 'Cause the USA is holy, and the USA is pious, and hallelujah! God is on our side! Hosanna in the highest!
And god is great, and god is good, and let us thank god for our food, we may well have more than we need and god well yet have mouths to feed, but god is great, and god is good, and someday soon, he'll feed you, too, 'cause once we've got our yachts and crowns, god planned some food to trickle down, so just keep those thoughts holy, be patient and be pious, and hallelujah! God'll grant your prayers, hosanna in the highest!

the idea of north was frozen like some glacial ice, so large and imposing - but quickly thawed by words of secrecy and thoughts of northern lights and polar ice and things i can't quite understand. not some cardinal point on a map, but a feeling that takes me where i meekly stand - an idea so exciting that suddenly i'm not content with running wild and playing games with friends in streets of this old college town.
i wish i had a magic compass. to tell me that adulthoods corrupt and there's more to this world than that which meets the eye. it could tell you the truth but to read it, you'd have to leard for yourself the meaning. to meter means to measure, and measures are what i'm so afraid to take.

tomorrow might be the day I die
so I want, or rather must, confide
all these things I did, or did not,
try to hide.
well, if boys are boys and
girls are girls.
then boys and girls
are sometimes confused
and I am confused most all the time.
well let's get one thing right
our friends are good
and their support is great
but the outcome is everything
and that's left to me and you
so if today is that day I dread
then at least it can be said
that we, we did things right.
we wrestled with our sense of pride
and even if it didn't sound like a battle cry.
still we, we did things right.
we hung up our relationships
for everyone to see
then blind interpretations
couldn't say what's right for you or me
and we could find out what we want
and make no apologies
because we couldn't coexist

lay your head next to mine and we'll sleep one good sleep tonight.
fall asleep, love, to forget or to dream ... fall asleep to leave this world behind.
and i wish for you, friend, to lie down in peace and i wish for you always to know that as long as we'll dream under these stars in the sky that we've seen since the day we were born ...
... to move but don't move too fast for your dreams or your grandest of plans.
dream of nights of fireflies and skies so clear, so untouched. dream of a time, of a place for us to live, so free, so free.
just as quick as you can fall asleep.
i imagine this song being sung to a child sleeping out and looking up at the stars and realizing how large and incredible the world is. i used to get scared looking up at the stars at night because it was like looking at billions of other worlds ... it's easy to get so caught up in the gears of life (work, school, obligations, responsibilities) that we lost any sort of creative ambition or desire for ridiculous adventures, and so the only time we have to imagine is when we sleep. i originally had a line in the song that said "its so sad to only dream when you sleep," and i really think it's true. maybe if we allowed ourselves the time to take a step back and realize how wonderful our world can be (if we stop destroying it, that is) we could dream up all kinds of things for ourselves.

Dear Friend, it is the new year, I'm eight hours away from home. Kids shoot fireworks from street corners and run before they explode. And lovers get drunk on the roof of an underground grocery store you know my new years wish is for the place that I call home to stop this stupid war.
If they don't well burn each others' draft cards we can write an epic poem, except in this one Grendel is the hero, Gilgamesh finds his new home far away from swords and fake chivalry, we've seen the faces of our true enemies, and they don't pay us enough to live on, every year they raise the rent. They will hold cards to our faces that rate us on how much we have or have not spent and all for their own evil intent.
Today I saw a great piece of graffiti, it had birds and spoke of reverie, oh Emily Dickinson, you never seemed so exciting I must say, but without grass or buzzing bees, we all can have our own prairies and fireworks will serve as stars at the end of this day.

are you angry? are you searching for a better way to
live? are you waiting? have you been waiting too long?
what holds us back and how to burn the bridges of a
culture that taught us to hate and fear and live like
cogs in a machine and not like lovers friends and kin.
how can i help but feel depressed, get up in the morning
and get dressed, look out the window through rush hour
smog ... smoke and drink the world away 'cause what the
politicians say won't answer any of my questions like ...
why am i angry? what am i searching for? is there a
better way to live? why am i hopeless? have i been
waiting too long to strike back against this state of

Whether records we sold to fill some demand or the rapid deployment of 10,000 men, did we do it to make this year better than the last or are we fooling ourselves with some outdated rhetoric? He said: "Well these are our friends and we, and we're not like them." But I thought the difference was we might stop if we can.
When I think to stop when enough is enough, or when we think to stop when enough is enough, when I want to stop when enough is enough, then I might just sleep at night.
So with one hand in a fist, please keep one hand in the air questioning "what does all this have to do with me?"
Stop making something! Start making sense! (Can we stop making something until we start making sense?)
We got this unbelievable sense that even though we make some sense, there's still such a chance I'll drop the ball somewhere. That fractured trips or broken hearts or shaky hands may give the in to all that I have pushed away.
So with one hand in a fist, please keep one hand in the air questioning "What does all this have to do with me?" So with one hand in a fist, keep one hand in the air saying, "What the hell?" and "Where do we go from here?"
And I know these hands haven't made their last mistake.
When I think to stop when enough is enough, or when we think to stop when enough is enough, when I want to stop when enough is enough, when I want to stop when enough is enough.
When enough is enough, is enough is enough. [2x]