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| 1. |
| 1:57 | 
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Modern Man - Bad Religion
I've got nothing to say, i've got nothing to do, all om my neruons are functioning smoothly yet still i'm a cyborg just like you, i am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, i've got this one big problem: will i live forever? i've got just a short time you see, modern man, evelotionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, when i look back and think, when i ponder and ask "why?", i see my ancestors spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man..., just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and i |
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| 2. |
| 1:24 |
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I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system And when it flickered out we laid him down to die Turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights A beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses And equip it with a million tiny suns I'll install upon the roof of my compartment And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls Then I'll turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights A beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle Burn like a chasm in the night Burn for a miniscule duration Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight |
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| 3. |
| 1:43 |
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Lascivious
It's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like Diogenes Dangerous The adjective of the decade and of your alluring intricacies Yes, I see your green-screen mentality And I feel the sting of its consequence And I know I shouldn't but it's too much to ignore An emotion I deplore Every time I look at you I just wanna do it I can clench my fist right through it But I just wanna get off Rectilinear The direction we've been heading, never realizing we are on a runaway machine Angular The momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east I realize your green-screen mentality And I know it's shared by many more And I know it's quite impossible but I am damned to find a way To revolve the other way Every time I scrutinize I just say screw it We're on a ride down a blind conduit And I just want to get off |
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| 4. |
| 1:12 |
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Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel
The earth is turning and you know it very well Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell Hey, blenderhead, they're starting to ask questions Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead Tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well Each shining trinket has a story it can tell Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining Can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell Hey, blenderhead, you ask so many questions Your confusion's a life-affirming sign Break from tradition and carry on with valor And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead |
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| 5. |
| 0:58 |
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Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less So what does it mean? When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind By the plastic protests and the hands of time And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |
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| 6. |
| 3:03 |
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Everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man
But she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine But when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me Anesthesia, Mona Lisa I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion I never loved you, how did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity now Now Anna 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 All good children go to heaven I remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come And that crazy old man who came much too late and caused a chain reaction I've been hanging out there for eleven long years like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone And looking at you now is driving me to distraction Anesthesia, my Mona Lisa I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion I never loved you, how did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity Now Anna 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 All good children go to heaven |
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| 7. |
| 2:22 |
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Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie The full moon is rising over dark waters And the fools below are picking up sticks And the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting For the doctors to come back at 10 AM The flat earth society is meeting here today Singing happy little lies And the bright ship Humana is sailing far away With grave determination and no destination Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water And the whistling wind on a calm summer night But you'd better believe that down in their quarters The men are holding in for their dear lives The flat earth society is somewhere far away With their candlesticks and compasses And the bright ship Humana is well on its way With grave determination and no destination The flat earth society is meeting here today Singing happy little lies And the bright ship Humana is well on its way With grave determination and no destination Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie |
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| 3:35 |
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Faith Alone
by Bad Religion Heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame No one can tell me what to do They have not the capacity to answer me What the world needs now is some answers to our problems We can`t buy more time cause our tender isn`t valid If your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity But it looks as though faith alone won`t sustain us no more Watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, Progress will resolve it all Saw the manufactures of earth`s debris ignore another green peace call No one could tell me what to do No one had the ability to answer me What the world needs now is some accountability We can`t buy more time cause time won`t accept our money If your soul needs love you can always have my pity But it looks as though faith alone won`t sustain us no more~~~ instrumental break What the world needs now is some answers to our problems We can`t buy more time cause our tender isn`t valid What the world needs now is some accountability If your soul needs love you can always have my pity Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore |
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| 9. |
| 2:24 |
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Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard
Ordered states of nature on a scale which no one thinks about Don't speak to me of anarchy or peace or calm revolt, man We're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by Boltzmann It's entropy, it's not a human issue Entropy, it's matter of course Entropy, energy at all levels Entropy, from it you can not divorce And your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance Extinction, degradation, the natural outcomes of our ordered lives Power, motivation, temporary fixtures for which we strive Something in our synapses assures us we're okay But in our disequilibrium we simply cannot stay It's entropy, it's not a human issue Entropy, it's matter of course Entropy, energy at all levels Entropy, from it you can not divorce A stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I My affectatious nature I can't rectify But we are out of equilibrium unnaturally A pang of consciousness of death and then you will agree It's entropy Entropy, it's matter of course Entropy, energy at all levels Entropy, from it you can not divorce Entropy Entropy Entropy Entropy |
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| 10. |
| 2:08 |
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Three thousand miles of wilderness, overcome by the flow
A lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain Here labeled as lunatic, sequestered and content There ignored and defeated by the government There's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull But away from the potential of the individual Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain The flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find You need all that the other has, it's your right to seize the day But in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain There's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear It sings leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously This lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain Against the grain Against the grain Against the grain |
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| 11. |
| 2:07 |
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It's an S.O.S. sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress don't allow complacency We need restoration now of our integrity And a drastic bold reminder of our morality The rectifying troop is here The ones we've needed all these years To stop the heinous wrongdoings And verify our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard our troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder why they're here at all Life ever-after is what they're in business for See them brandish the key to our kingdom's door It's pervasive, a part of, part of you and me But not overwhelming as they wish it to be If no one believed in fairy tales There's nothing they could do but fail Yet everywhere we look Someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard someone's troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder what compels them all Operation, Operation Rescue Operation, Operation Rescue You may wonder where they come from But I just wonder what compels them all |
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| 12. |
| 1:38 |
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And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so He's up there with the others laying low Vying with those Who you've traded your life to to bless your soul And have they told you how to think Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see Religion is just synthetic frippery Unnecessary In our expanding global culture of efficiency Now we all fear This impasse we have built to our future Ever so near, ever so near And oh so austere |
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| 13. |
| 2:49 |
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I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah And I don't want it, the things you're offering me Symbolized bar code, quick I.D., oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? I can't explain it The things they're saying to me It's going "yah yah yah yah yah yah yah" Oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? Tried to tell you about No Control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had to Suffer Is that really all you had to offer? See I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more Innocents raped with napalm fire Everything I want, I really need Ain't life a mystery, yeah? |
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| 2:34 |
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So proud of history, replete with sanctity
Orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me Have you ever heard yourself, the orbit that you are in? The terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine, it compels us naturally Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy Others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game My verse they will defame, we suffer all the same They pay no regard to their position or their speed But the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine, it compels us naturally Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy You look for meaning in things no one comprehends You feel no affinity to the rabble we're in Sources of inquiry have nothing to portend They will perplex us all until the coming end, until the coming end A feeling of despair, hungry and full of care We resent everywhere the fortune that we share This earth could be a better place is a concept I condone Given our pathetic course, our destiny is known It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine, it compels us naturally Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy Misery and famine Misery and famine Misery and famine Misery and famine |
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| 1:43 |
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Irreducible is the word for today
Plastic compounds and nuclear waste What the hell's the matter with the people on this planet, have we all gone insane? The stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again It's one part per trillion, unacceptable One part per billion, unacceptable One part per million, unacceptable This mammoth pogrom set upon us courtesy of the USA Inexcusable are the men before our time I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind Cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting aerosols, we're all going to fry So put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye One part per trillion, unacceptable One part per billion, unacceptable One part per million, unacceptable One part per trillion, unacceptable One part per billion, unacceptable One part per million, unacceptable Unac-fucking-ceptable! |
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| 1:34 |
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Offer me eternity
And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime Looking for a handout On behalf of those who have so little time But who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? Padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place Cereal and water is a feast for some, you say Your price tag on existence can't cover your double face Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Quality or quantity A choice you have to make Dipping in the icing Bringing home the largest turkey from the field Breaking all the piggy banks, scooping all the booty Licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll Why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? And why let the world think this is the American way? Your uneaten greens are a feast for some you say Survival and living are concepts you can't equate Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Don't tell me they're the same Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Quality or quantity A choice you have to make |
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| 1:52 |
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Shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today After 40 years of toil he just up and walked away Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes He shrugged when I asked him about it He said young man, pay heed, you listen well to what I say Now there comes a time for a man to walk away Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade On my way, I'll sure take some time And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold I'm not sure but I think that he was trying He told me about the weather and something old to pay But tomorrow, he said, I'm gonna surely walk away Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade On my way, I'll take my sweet time And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade |
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