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We can control the medium
We can control the context, the presentation Well, is there anybody on the receiving end Reaching out for some kind of connection? [Chorus:] Come on and wash these shores away Come on and wash these shores away I'm looking for the crest Looking for the crest of a new wave We can be the bands we want to hear We can define our own generation Well, is there anybody on the receiving ends? Are you ready to brave new directions? [Chorus] Let breathe new dawn - this art is dead No sense of original thought in the mainstream So, is there anybody on the receiving ends? We can eclipse all that came before us [Chorus] |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
I can't sleep
Dry red eyes wide open Starin' at the white stucco ceiling 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 (sync up the cuts) To the bass drum kick (to the bass drum kick) All the taste-makers drinking from the same glass Is there anybody thinking what I am? Is there anybody thinking what I am? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me? And all the insiders rumor About a decline in sales All the buzz is happening in the new digital market place FBI warning Printed on the flip side Under penalty of law piracy will be prosecuted And in MRR (and in MRR) Someone asks the question (someone asks the question) With the instant availability of information And content so easily obtainable Is the culture now a product that's disposable? Are the punks still singing the same song? Is there anybody thinking what I am? Is there any other alternative at all? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me Like me? |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
If she wants to dance and drink all night
Well, there's no one that can stop her She's going till the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor This night is gonna 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 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 arm, 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 gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone She's out of step with the style She don't know where the action's 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 you're still in your 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 here that rebel yell just as loud as it was in 1983, you know 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 gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie And if she had to live it all over again, you know she wouldn't change anything for the world |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
East and West could not agree
So their generals gave call, 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 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 response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on Sirens filled the air, and the ground shook with war Civilian casualties had been a cost that was predetermined When interviewed for report, victims pleaded in frustration Their claim: that this was a war without reason And bureaucrats 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 response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on While 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 response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on |
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[Chorus x 2]
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 your 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 Said, you've got to make a serious decision Stop! Take some time to think |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
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 No, you don't have to fight to stay in control of the situation |
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I heard the hype about your band, I've seen your video playing on the TV
Publicity photos in magazines; oh, 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 no one finds offensive or challenging I'm not interested; the stage is not a pedestal I don't think you're bad people, I just think that your aesthetic is horrible Please treat me with the same respect and candor; I would appreciate the honesty Yeah, a little less professional, a little more upfront and confrontational Whoa, whoa, whoa, just say what you're thinking Say what you're really thinking Whoa, whoa, whoa, just say what you're thinking Say what you're really thinking Say what you're thinking! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GABEL, THOMAS JAMES <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Profit driven expansion into foreign markets And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, 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 We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Whatever there is to be said is said in English While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad And I just can't help but think that that's comparison While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
I was dreaming of your love
I was lost in your arms embrace Our bodies collide together Whoa, 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 Maybe just amusement Like an animal These thoughts have gone beyond my control For pleasure Maybe just amusement |
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from Against Me - New Wave (2007)
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven
I'd wish for it to be the salt and swell of the ocean Carried by the currents to all continents' shores Reaching into the depths where the sun's light is 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 And if I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman My mother once told me she would have named me Laura I'd 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 And 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 There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GABEL, THOMAS JAMES <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers. What are we gonna do now? De-escalation, through military force. Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea? Condoleeza. Democratic election under Marshall 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 presidents giving a speech in Georgetown To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader, Do you understand what the martyrs stood for? Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
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. 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, i'd say that settles all arguments of difference, surviving just by questioning, 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, it will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And 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 means 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's just basements and bookstores across an underground America With this fire, we could light With this fire, we could Just gimme a scene where the music is free And the beer is not the life of the party And 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 That we all are stronger Than everything they taught us that we should fear |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Profit driven expansion into foreign markets And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, 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 We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Whatever there is to be said is said in English While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad And I just can't help but think that that's comparison While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
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 is poisoned. And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head, sight and hearing have 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 all the drugs are strangely sobering. And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then 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. Miami! |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before. You're caught up in an argument. And 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. S.O.S. 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 enamored 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. 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, and it's obvious |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
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? How long 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 it. 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. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
Not one more word tonight
between here and there Well put a distance the size of the ocean so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm 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 on account and seal it in an envelope addresed to your last known residence Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo and we sink and we drown and what is lost can never be found well these arms they'd swim, until the lungs pulled in when panic was lost in a deep understanding that you will see what is wrong with everything what is wrong with you and me that make all the right reasons to fuck it up your gonna fuck it up Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo (That sounded pretty good to me) (I thought it was pretty good) |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
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 Ive ever made" She laughed and smiled she said "Im sure you do this all the time...right?" As the morning came, and the city awoke, into the building, the 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. Quiet down, down, down so soft of a sound you can hear it all come back after you. Quiet down, down, down so soft of a sound you can hear it all come back after you. Now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up. Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracking 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 the choices in your life do you hear it all come back after you? |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
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] Alright [x11] |
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The party's over
A cd skipping It's the same song 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. I hope everybody had a 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 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 i 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 No i'm not ready to die just yet. |
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An inventory has been taken of every belonging
And there's so many values sought in event of emergencies The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out While reasons flap your hands to a former self You know I am becoming a choice, you should make it You're problems Problems with everything Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream third party perspective And all the answers to thyself you can almost hear the sound traveling Cause a feeling of anticipation When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen Before the paranoids they rebuild your world They neither eat nor sleep they are nothing Here in the worst I will become the best of the more, the more problems Problems with anything No more problems, problems with anything |
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from Against Me! - Live In London (2006)
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964 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 With the memory of his last work week will 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 And in his wallet she kept on 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 She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die" And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will 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 |
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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 [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 [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. A new way [x4] |
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
The party's over
A cd skipping It's the same song 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. I hope everybody had a 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 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 i 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 No i'm not ready to die just yet. |
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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, a new way on A new way on, a new way on 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 inaudible voices This is the party we came for A new way on, a new way on A new way on, a new way 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 A new way on, a new way on A new way on, a new way on |
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
It's an end to the sunrise aesthetic
Let's pretend this is an informed consent That class division doesn't make an infantry That there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities And the magazine spreads of fashion models, gas masks in hand It's okay, it's alright, these are situations we learn to live in When an invasion can bring a country its freedom When unconsiousness is true happiness No, no, no, I don't know what to say |
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
Not one more word tonight
between here and there Well put a distance the size of the ocean so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm 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 on account and seal it in an envelope addresed to your last known residence Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo and we sink and we drown and what is lost can never be found well these arms they'd swim, until the lungs pulled in when panic was lost in a deep understanding that you will see what is wrong with everything what is wrong with you and me that make all the right reasons to fuck it up your gonna fuck it up Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo (That sounded pretty good to me) (I thought it was pretty good) |
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
there were no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details. we left them all behind. there was a place for and there was a time for and now we arrive and leave again, there is no 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 be hungy, exhausted, and alone. destination is a point, destination is a purpose, desperation is a reason to live...and this makes a heart beat. this could be any day of any year. this could be any stage in any city. all that matters is we are moving on. the roadside graveyards pass and we escape repeating. the construction of a nation building up and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again. trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past en route to arrival. we are never going home.
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
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. 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, i'd say that settles all arguments of difference, surviving just by questioning, 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, it will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
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 Ive ever made" She laughed and smiled she said "Im sure you do this all the time...right?" As the morning came, and the city awoke, into the building, the 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. Quiet down, down, down so soft of a sound you can hear it all come back after you. Quiet down, down, down so soft of a sound you can hear it all come back after you. Now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up. Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracking 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 the choices in your life do you hear it all come back after you? |
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
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] Alright [x11] |
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from Against Me - As the Eternal Cowboy (2003)
girl im 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 aint used to sleeping all, alone. gonna make it to the moon tonight on a 1 way kamikaze flight. if i could get so high i'll leave behind my problems, take em out with the empty bottles. oh girl 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 & this guitar are going swinging blind into the unknown. you know a song & a stage is all i ever needed of a home. someday i, will call from a payphone in a truckstop on the road & you'll tell me how much better off you've been on your own. oh girl 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. |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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 is poisoned. And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head, sight and hearing have 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 all the drugs are strangely sobering. And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then 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. Miami! |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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. No connection at all. |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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? Where's the divide? |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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? How long 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 it. 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. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers. What are we gonna do now? De-escalation, through military force. Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea? Condoleeza. Democratic election under Marshall 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 presidents giving a speech in Georgetown To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader, Do you understand what the martyrs stood for? Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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? What could we have done to deserve the violence like this? |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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. It's all ready before it ever started. |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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 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. Thought there was us, now there is no one. |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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. A joy, in every possibility. |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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.) To tear us apart |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
An inventory has been taken of every belonging
And there's so many values sought in event of emergencies The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out While reasons flap your hands to a former self You know I am becoming a choice, you should make it You're problems Problems with everything Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream third party perspective And all the answers to thyself you can almost hear the sound traveling Cause a feeling of anticipation When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen Before the paranoids they rebuild your world They neither eat nor sleep they are nothing Here in the worst I will become the best of the more, the more problems Problems with anything No more problems, problems with anything |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before. You're caught up in an argument. And 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. S.O.S. 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 enamored 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. 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, and it's obvious |
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from Against Me - Searching For A Former Clarity (2005)
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. Let all be forgiven. |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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. I want to smash them all. |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
I was a teenage anarchist Looking for a revolution I had the style, I had the ambition 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 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 With freedom as their 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 Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire 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 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 Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire When you were young And you wanted to set the world the fire When you were young And you wanted to set the world the fire |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
We used to get high together
Instead of getting high alone Can't remember the last time I saw you 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 tattooed 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 but the resemblance you shared Don't it seem so detached and unreal? Don't it seem so far away? Like the past never happened Like nothing's ever changed With your casket open in front of me Your eyes closed and your lips silent My name tattooed 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 but the resemblance you shared Didn't listen to the preacher, couldn't look your husband in the eye 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 tattooed into my skin, with your name tattooed 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 It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared Can you hear me right now? Can you hear me right now? |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
We were young heartbreakers estranged from the wealthy parents
Doing key bumps in the handicap bathroom Stoned, complacent, ambivalent Mass communicating with shared subconscious Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world The western world Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers Divorced from reality, free and young We were bashing our brains out on the kitchen cabinet It was a televised crucifixion Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world The western world In the western world 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 are all orphans Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world The western world The western world In the western world |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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 And it's the same way that it's always been The dynamic to the relationship never changes And 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 passed And it's the same way that it's always been The dynamic to the relationship never changes And 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 can say We're breaking up And it's the same way that it's always been The same way that it's always been I'm not giving up on us I'm not giving up on us |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere, push waves across the ocean Towards Antilles and Bon Air While I paced in agitation I drew the curtains closed I set the air conditioner low I pressed a warm washcloth to my face Somewhere out there a hurricane is 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 Seven 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 lifelong 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 left 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 It's a high pressure low |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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 judgment for you, come on and ache with me Come on and ache with me Through barrooms, cafes, jail cells and courtrooms 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 judgment 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 judgment for you, come on and ache with me Come on and ache with me, come on and ache with me |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
You just need to find
Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize, 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 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 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 your 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 You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize, apologize I try to lift up 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 gangs, you're... Stuck standing in a breadline Stuck standing in a breadline Stuck standing You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize, apologize, apologize |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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 do 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, what you can't steal you have to deny Rapid decompression, rapid decompression Rapid decompression, rapid decompression Rapid decompression, rapid decompression Sometimes it feels, sometimes it feels like the whole world's coming to an end |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
Don't let them break you
Don't let them tell you who you are Doesn't matter where you come from You 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 What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself 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 Gonna 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 What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself, for yourself What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself For yourself |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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. But I know I’m not alone. |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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 I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4] |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Vacant lots and boarded up windows Garbage piled up at the curb There's a pink foreclosure notice taped to your front door Who else is to blame for your own short sighted thinking 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 high rise condominiums Look down over golf course greens While Henrietta Hughes begs the President for a home Yeah, there's no end in sight, just a tropical third world Has the volume of wealth ever excused such abhorrent 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. The life you've always wanted could be yours. |
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from Against Me - White Crosses (2010)
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? How can we reconcile our differences? |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964 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 With the memory of his last work week will 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 And in his wallet she kept on 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 She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die" And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will 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 |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
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 it's another cannibal The rules aren't changing, if you really don't like it The threat has always been there, and terror always happens For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said All we have is 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 it's 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, it's the CIA, the ATM, the IMF, in the end, fuck you For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said All we have is 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 They're selling you the politics of starving And what the fuck does that really mean to us? |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
Last night, a room full drunk
Sang along to the songs I never had the courage to write Given the chance I'd stay in this chorus forever Where everything ugly in this world is sadly beautiful in our desperate memories No, we're not gonna call anyone on their shit tonight Even though the half of you won't even smile the next time we pass on the street Maybe somehow this scam will still save us all Still save us all, still save us all And I saw you dancing at a punk rock show And for a moment we walked streets that everyone else had given up to 4 am Cursed promises and spray paint marking everywhere we went And every direction only going as far as we let it There's so many things we tried to do truthfully By the time it's through with us it all falls apart Maybe somehow this scam will still save us all Still save us all, still save us all |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
Everything you've got to hold onto
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 dearest 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 completely fucked This is no place to be And 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 have 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 Still breathing at any cost |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
We're all presidents, we're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting We are all workers of the world There is the elite and the dispossessed And 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 And we rock because it's us against them, we've 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 on to the fringes of the cogs in the system It's just about knowing where everyone stands All of a sudden people start talking about guns Talking like they're going to war Cause they've 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? Do you really fucking get it? No, no, no, no |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And 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 means 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's just basements and bookstores across an underground America With this fire, we could light With this fire, we could Just gimme a scene where the music is free And the beer is not the life of the party And 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 That we all are stronger Than everything they taught us that we should fear |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
Through the best of times, through the worst of times
Through Nixon and through Bush Do you remember '36, we went our separate 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 pie throwers They call it class war I call them co-conspirators Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and 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, 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, you 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 was screaming 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 and 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, all alone |
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from Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose (2002)
Dear mother, this is just survival
Can't promise your children everything But you won't 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, 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 coming to rip off the doors To your privileged 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, my family Not while walking is still honest and you haven't given up on me You haven't given up on me You haven't forgotten me |
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from Against Me! - The Disco Before The Breakdown [single] (2002)
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 And we'll 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 all keep, so fucking bittersweet 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 |
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from Against Me! - The Disco Before The Breakdown [single] (2002)
Every day has a beginning and ending
Like every line has a start and finish Oh, 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 a 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 shores And I'll sink into the Pacific This is everything up to now ending It was nice to believe for a while |
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