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Hey, ice machine
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from Minutemen - Buzz Or Howl Under The Influence Of Heat (2006)
"when those bombs start falling on the first day of
World war three, I'm gonna grab me a girl And go and fuck her, yeah-yeah world War three" |
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from Minutemen - Buzz Or Howl Under The Influence Of Heat (2006)
a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs) slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash (american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time. I asked a mexican who ran a bar for americans "who won" I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us. why can't you buy a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets? why did I spend the fourth in someone else's country? |
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from Minutemen - Buzz Or Howl Under The Influence Of Heat (2006)
Burned-out wreck spotted on the beach
A symbol of my life how can I believe in books When by heart lies to me? I'm full of shit! Bumming real hard on cold steel facts - I'm full of shit! |
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from Minutemen - Buzz Or Howl Under The Influence Of Heat (2006)
Wrapped and sealed with masking tape
Moistened with sweat Experience existence of ignorance - the product of capitalism |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
The people will survive
In their environment The dirt, scarcity, and emptiness Of our South The injustices of our greed The practices we merit The dirt, scarcity and emptiness Of our South There on the beach I could see it in her eyes I only had a Corona Five cents deposit |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Who'll take the salt from the mines?
Who'll take the dirt from the earth? Who'll take the leaf and grow it to a tree? Don't look now, it ain't you or me. Who'll work the fields with his hands? Who'll put his back to the plow? Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea? Don't look now, it ain't you or me. Don't look now, someone's done your starving. Don't look now, someone's done your praying. Who'll make the shoes for your feet? Who'll make the clothes that you wear? Who'll take the promise that you don't gotta keep? Don't look now, it ain't you or me. Who'll take the promise that you don't gotta keep? Don't look now, it ain't you or me. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
In a tomb of Enoch, in the queen's chambers,
She lives, guarding that holy cubit. God-given accuracy, measuring untold prophecy. How she loved that sacred inch... |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
I don't want to hurt.
See, my position was here. I mean, as it was, I was... So, this led to the downfall of man. I can make seconds feel hours. I make certain that my head is connected to my body. No hope? See, that's what gives me guts. Big fucking shit! Right now, man. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
I had a girl
She loved what she saw She loved me so good She made her daddy mad My woman cried She's dead to me now My woman ran off And I can't deny it My life - Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it I had a job It paid me good I could have my phone And tip the preacher too My boss yelled He's dead to me now My boss kicked me out And I can't deny it My life - Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it You better listen to me 'Cause I'm gonna tell you, son Don't give away your love And don't give away your sweat Because a girl can't know you And a boss can't afford you Remember Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it Remember Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
What you makin', man
Takes time A little bit A little bit more The effort's worth it Feels good Designed By me Try and try That's the way you want it If you know That ain't the way it always goes A little bit A little bit more What you makin', man Takes time |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
As I look over this beautiful land, I can't help but realize that I am alone.
Why am I able to waste my energy to notice life being so beautiful? Maybe partying will help... And what of the people who don't have what I ain't got? Are they victims of my leisure? To fail is to be a victim, to be a victim of my choice. Maybe partying will help... |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
And so my soul collapsed into a big guilt wad
Some big thunder law forces me to eat shit And if I was a word could my letters number a hundred? More likely coarse and guttural one syllable anglo saxon I'm a victim of fact let's say I loved a girl But the world was wrong and I was forced to march in line But it felt like handcuffs Machines disregard my pronouns I am defeated I am a cool damp clay |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
The boundary, the border of right and wrong,
The tariff is self, the freedom of feeling the criminal. The pied piper, the heart and mind... The pied piper, the heart and mind... Nature without man, nature without man... Nature without man, nature without man... |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
The interruption went
Small snag in life Pothole in the road It's only a detour A minor deterrent That can't unload My examination Parts a to b There is no cause No cause at all For my hesitation Nothing indeed |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Just wake up
And tug my hair And let me know All of the outside world and you are there And never be too gentle with me |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting? Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power... Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage. Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous. I must look like a dork. Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis, With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps. If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos. So dig this big crux. Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point. Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look! Coming together, for just a second, a peek. A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Real things conditioning will lose their meaning.
The toilet starts flushing; sets me off again. But I am a thorn, I read it in your face. The cough's a thunderclap, my head's a tape recorder. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Let the products sell themselves.
Fuck advertising, commercial psychology, Psychological methods to sell should be destroyed. Because of their own blind involvement in their own conditioned minds... The unit bonded together... morals, ideals, awareness, progress... Let yourself be heard! |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
A clear and dusty day in June
My stoned mind just spilled that line Describing, what's it like, describing? Believing that the sum is "yes" Looking around at all my comrades My police state mind just spilled that line I want to give names to our bonds I need names to play the game But what makes my heart run? Why the thunder in my thighs? My body My mind The idea of my life Seems like a symbol |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
If I could, I surely would
Give my life to you So you can have two Take me in your arms and lie to me. You tell me it's always going To be like this The world is the coldest place, Surely the coldest place. There's a storm inside my house, Raging and relentless, Wind tearing at the rafters, Howling through the timbers. Hard stinging rain, Falling in and falling down, Hope this storm doesn't rip my roof off, My skin keeps the storm inside. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Hope we can rely on you not to use shower...
You're not keeping tub caulked. Caused both downstairs bath ceilings and walls to be soggy. Tub has to properly caulked prior to any shower. Walls are drenched -- I'll refer plumber here. Had to pay for two service calls. Water drips from all around. Kathy's ceiling, my ceiling. Don't use shower... don't use shower... |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
A richer understanding of what's already understood,
No meanings from the here and now. What gift could be a work of art? Can you call it the big foist? I'm fuckin' overwhelmed! |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Starting with the affirmation of man
I work myself backwards using cynicism (the time monitor, the space measurer) I live sweat but I dream light years, I am the tide - the rise and the fall the reality soldier, the laugh child, the one of the many, the flame child (the time monitor, the space measurer) |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Man's law
Man creates Hitler From the grassroots To the UN A year a minute Man setting watches On/off Hitlers Time dictates order We must be schizo To brave the bullshit! We're time Nazis We strip out tunes We jam econo It makes us stench |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Soft and understanding eyes of the young
Moving with abandon atop the green lawns Malleable as luck allows faking all the ties Forced out in time These expressions met Improvised inventions Lost in the way Absolute the course Which instinct betrays Grinding in reversal Outdo til done Proper naked self Solutions surround In brightness be it real Blinded and free Pastel gems hit Pearlesque in flaw Spark of the instant Challenging the time View the observer's Plagiarizing hands |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
The state
The church The plans The waste The dead The mine The cut What's the verb behind it all? The do The how Thy why The where The when The what Can these words refine that truth? |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
As the revolution cries “The time is near!”,
I could feel my bones, I could see with my eyes. Can’t avoid it, can’t agree. As the revolution cries “The time is near!”, Senses loose in knots... my logic is my style. Can’t avoid it, must make a stand. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
All these men who work the land
Should evaluate themselves and make a stand Can't they see beyond the rhetoric? The lies and promises that don't mean shit And all the men who learned to hate them And all the men who learned to hate them They keep themselves hidden away They keep themselves upon the hill Afraid that they'll have to pay For all the crimes upon their head And all the men who learned to hate them And all the men who learned to hate them |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
How can I
Make an outline of myself Wheres the guidelines? For the profiles For my country How do others see me? I'm worried Worried but I feel guilty The media Robs and betrays us No more lies We are responsible |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in, punch out Eight hours, five days Sweat, pain and agony On Friday I'll get paid This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic Hey mister don't look down on me For what I believe I got my bills and the rent I should be content But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away In the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
No. 7 on the chump list, playing stooge, eatin' shit -- toadies, toadies.
Using that as a reason for kickin' shit on the dumb fucks -- toadies, toadies. We are cuss-words, nearly illiterate, dedicated to fightin' toadies -- toadies, toadies. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Caught by a camera taken at shutter speed, my neck's in a knot, two beads at the end.
Bolt cutters close, my head rolls again -- trapped in your snare, voices fly at me. Snap like a tiger, strikes like a snake -- feel like a poker in someone's fireplace. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
The western hemisphere and all inside
We know who's murdering the innocent They are children playing with guns They are children playing with countries Mining harbors, creating contras The games they play, the lives they take They bank their money in this country They steal from the innocent A colonial trait that's much too old The banks, the lives, the profits, the lies The banks, the profits, the lives & the lies I would call it genocide Any other word would be a lie. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Let’s say I got a number -- that number’s fifty thousand.
That’s ten percent of five hundred thousand. Oh, here we are in French Indochina! Executive order, congressional decision. The working masses are manipulated. Was this our policy? Ten long years... Not one domino shall fall. |
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from Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime (2006)
Has it been 40 years?
Still a hostage New kind of fascist There in West Germany The people are battlefields East and west The lines are drawn How are you to live? Fear of death is so close Crimes on our heads Are we ignorant, blind? Afraid to swallow our pride |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack Johnny grabbed a gun Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack All the papers write about Johnny All the radios shout his name He grabbed a gun and shot me down Ack ack ack ack |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Where's your courage?
Are you afraid to die? Are you happy that God is on your side? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you think you're alone? Are you laughing for being blind and pure? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you share all you have? Are you hiding from something you dont know? Where's your courage? |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Over 300 dead,we still got pride
We've lost all our morals,we still got pride Should we fight this war in some far corner of the globe And learn how to die for some unjust cause Is this our future? Ashes are all that remain It's easy when you got pride How much pride does a dead soldier got? His life so short,no chance to even start The ones he left behind The world he'll never see But no one could deny that the soldier died with pride |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Lost on the freeways again
Looking for cause to an end Nobody knows which way its gonna bend Lost on the freeways again Walking the breezeways again Looking for something my friend Im getting tired of living Nixon's mess Walking the breezeways again I know there will come a time when you'll say that you dont know me I know there will be a day when there's nothing no one owes me anymore Stuck in the attic again Out of the shallow and in to the deep end Ive got a wound that I know will never mend Stuck in the attic again I know there will come a time when you'll say that you dont know me I know there will be a day when there's nothing no one owes me anymore Originally by the Meat Puppets |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No heart,no soul Not working at that goal Im talkin' about no one I said no one No love,no hate No someone to emulate Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! Not living,not dying Life just means surviving Im talkin' about no one I said no one No cost,no gain Not worth going insane Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No pain,no remorse Emptiness just a matter of course Im talkin' about no one I said no one No world,no fair Lost hope I no longer care Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Someone's doing something
Confusion Anpther invasion? Sympathize with who? Someone killed somebody Confusion Did anyone gain? How much did it cost? Woke up screaming Someone changed sides Everyone was dying One too many votes...Satan won |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
There are still lofty dreams meager desires and still silliness
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Liberal Man meets Conservative Man
Conservative Man wears his myth on his skin Liberal Man has to explain his and keeps his shirt all buttoned up Conservative Man greets Liberal Man with a well-rehearsed cold stare Liberal Man replies by issuing forth horseshit Conservative Man retaliates by taking the concrete reality of the Situation and lodging it,like a wedge,right between both sides of Liberal Man's brain Liberal Man is caught off gaurd by this apparent non-abstraction There is one full minute of confusion Liberal Man becomes Conservative Man Conservative Man becomes Liberal Man War is declared Liberal Man cheats by calling in reinforcements Conservative Man is set upon by a mob and murdered Said mob then turns on Liberal Man and he dies a broken man |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
I heard one today about the one I love
I heard one earlier that shook me up I heard one the other day,cant believe it's true I heard one by accident wish I had it I heard one so many times I couldn't care any more |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Now over there in Managua Square
With American made bombs falling everywhere They kill women and children and animals too These bombs are made by people like me and you And we're told that we hold a big stick over them But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands Now over there in Guatamala my friend We're making mistakes there once again Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime That doesnt represent the people over there We learn and believe there is justice for us all And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass Now if we stand and yell it out That war isn't what we're all about Then someone will come and bring us back To get the peace train back on it's tracks This is what I'm singing about The race war that America supports Indians will never die They'll do just fine if we let them try Though we hold,we're never told that peace is in our hands If we stop there is time to heal the scars we've caused To heal the scars we've caused... |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
How I remember the history I have seen
I was just a young boy,the horror I couldnt forsee All the pain that comes with war All the scars that never heal Here in paradise the price is cheap Young men die for greed Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam Young men dying is all it would cost We were told and proudly believed They would fight to keep us free Here in America the price is cheap Young men die for what? My brother,the soldier was a hero who survived He'd tell the stories of men who died without dreams And they fight for men twice their age The smell of death made his life change The price of paradise is stained with blood Why? All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone Will die for their leaders far from their homes These are men who died very young Afraid to see that their cause was unjust Why couldnt they live for life? Not die to survive |
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from Minutemen - 3-Way Tie (For Last) (2006)
Canadian mounted,baby
A police force that works Red and black is their color scheme Get their man in the end It's all right...It's all right You kill,you maim You kill,you maim Frontenac chateau,baby I cross the fromtier at ten Got a whip in my hand,baby And a girl or a huskie at leather's end It's all right...It's all right You kill,you maim You kill you maim Hornswoop me bungo pony Dog sled on ice Make a dash for freedom,baby Dont skate on polar ice It's too thick to be sliced by the light Of long,white polar nights It's all right...It's all right You kill,you maim You kill,you maim Originally by Blue Oyster Cult |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack Johnny grabbed a gun Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack All the papers write about Johnny All the radios shout his name He grabbed a gun and shot me down Ack ack ack ack |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Badges?
We don't need no badges. We don't need no stinkin' badges. |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
I'm waiting and diversing! I'm collecting...
Dispersing information... liberation! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Manifesto on my window and my (fruit?)... Rotation, admiration, outline my route... Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Where's your courage?
Are you afraid to die? Are you happy that God is on your side? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you think you're alone? Are you laughing for being blind and pure? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you share all you have? Are you hiding from something you dont know? Where's your courage? |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Hey, ice machine
Will you cut me? Thin line Cut Big scissors Cut Cut loose Cut ? ? Big scissors Stop Cut |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs) slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash (american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time. I asked a mexican who ran a bar for americans "who won" I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us. why can't you buy a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets? why did I spend the fourth in someone else's country? |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
I had a girl
She loved what she saw She loved me so good She made her daddy mad My woman cried She's dead to me now My woman ran off And I can't deny it My life - Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it I had a job It paid me good I could have my phone And tip the preacher too My boss yelled He's dead to me now My boss kicked me out And I can't deny it My life - Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it You better listen to me 'Cause I'm gonna tell you, son Don't give away your love And don't give away your sweat Because a girl can't know you And a boss can't afford you Remember Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it Remember Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
What is peace
To the people Who work the land And die in wars? It was learned in a game That was played by us all Who held the top of the hill From the rest was called the king And I can't believe it all Was good for humankind Is it peace To point the guns? Is it war To fire the guns? We would run with all of our might Push the king off to take the hill And to learn who was king And who makes the better serf I can't believe it all Was good for humankind And i have to read the lies Between the lines Believe in this We are part Of a whole we call the earth And i have to read the lies Between the lines |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
The highest love, a woman's touch
Harmony, a strong mind, a strong body, beauty, all the things He couldn't be, all The things he couldn't have. Little man with a gun in his hand |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No heart,no soul Not working at that goal Im talkin' about no one I said no one No love,no hate No someone to emulate Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! Not living,not dying Life just means surviving Im talkin' about no one I said no one No cost,no gain Not worth going insane Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No pain,no remorse Emptiness just a matter of course Im talkin' about no one I said no one No world,no fair Lost hope I no longer care Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting? Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power... Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage. Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous. I must look like a dork. Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis, With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps. If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos. So dig this big crux. Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point. Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look! Coming together, for just a second, a peek. A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big. |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Son of a mother
Son of a father You can look inside you You can look inside me Come on and search! Search deep inside You can put it together You can pull it apart You relapse unconscious You don't remember You don't remember You don't remember! |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Sometimes the news is like a loud hum in my amplifier
It rings my head out like a filthy washcloth With little folds Thousands of little folds! The shit you hear at parties Kick in the idiot box Wait for the news in the history books Like junkies who hate their heroin |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Say now
My trip in line with others Have the door pointing to others Door means a separate wall is in between Symbols assert the Big Butt Whoopin Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days This rhythm that is all head What makes Breaks the fakes Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days And when reality appears digital And the big hankering cometh I'll vote yes for life in the big choice poll I'll be glad I did Your mind Organized by nazis Your heart and mind conspiring Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days Not since those days Forever with you Ever without you Take our test (and so on) |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
When you're revealing
I get that feeling Of a blind man in bed Couldn't hear what I said No way When you're revealing I get that feeling Of a monk in a church A big empty church |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
We'll talk some reason
We could look at the past Will the nation grow? Prosperity may last Can we look At the problems ahead? With our heads in the sand We might as well be dead Cheer him on The leader of the team He'll push on through At all cost to win But are we free To think for ourselves Or doomed To repeat our mistakes? When you hear them and call your name Can you count the lives they will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? The cheerleaders Call our their names On the sidelines They can feel the players sweat And i wonder What it is they see? All the rallies Will never set them free Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Come off the plane Just a little bit Just a little bit Just a little bit too late Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? Can you hear them Just a little bit Just a little bit too late |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
I believe when they found the body of General George A. Custer
Quilled like a porcupine with Indian arrows He didn't die with any honor, any dignity, or any valor. I believe when they found George A. Custer An American general, patriot, and Indian-fighter He died with shit in his pants! |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in, punch out Eight hours, five days Sweat, pain and agony On Friday I'll get paid This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic Hey mister don't look down on me For what I believe I got my bills and the rent I should be content But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away In the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic |
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from Minutemen - Ballot Result (2006)
Born in the shed with the guitar on
We jammed the schtik to do four gigs. With bits and pieces Of a working thesis (?) We jammed the schtik to do four gigs Now when we took me and d boon's And george's stench And put them up on stage We'd fight at practice Then jam econo And spout the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel I dreamed I was e bloom But I woke up joe bouchard In some town out on the road With patent-leather boots on Just like richard told me Another hack on the "spectors" tour Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Now you got your guitar And your practice amp You travel the usa in a van And troccoli's counting on some situation Are you going to write the song I demand? And with the guitar turned off And the gas tank empty And the typewriter on But my head is empty And to really find me I've got to look inside me And cut the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel |
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from Minutemen - Project: Mersh (2006)
What is peace
To the people Who work the land And die in wars? It was learned in a game That was played by us all Who held the top of the hill From the rest was called the king And I can't believe it all Was good for humankind Is it peace To point the guns? Is it war To fire the guns? We would run with all of our might Push the king off to take the hill And to learn who was king And who makes the better serf I can't believe it all Was good for humankind And i have to read the lies Between the lines Believe in this We are part Of a whole we call the earth And i have to read the lies Between the lines |
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from Minutemen - Project: Mersh (2006)
Say now
My trip in line with others Have the door pointing to others Door means a separate wall is in between Symbols assert the Big Butt Whoopin Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days This rhythm that is all head What makes Breaks the fakes Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days And when reality appears digital And the big hankering cometh I'll vote yes for life in the big choice poll I'll be glad I did Your mind Organized by nazis Your heart and mind conspiring Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days Not since those days Forever with you Ever without you Take our test (and so on) |
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from Minutemen - Project: Mersh (2006)
We'll talk some reason
We could look at the past Will the nation grow? Prosperity may last Can we look At the problems ahead? With our heads in the sand We might as well be dead Cheer him on The leader of the team He'll push on through At all cost to win But are we free To think for ourselves Or doomed To repeat our mistakes? When you hear them and call your name Can you count the lives they will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? The cheerleaders Call our their names On the sidelines They can feel the players sweat And i wonder What it is they see? All the rallies Will never set them free Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Come off the plane Just a little bit Just a little bit Just a little bit too late Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? Can you hear them Just a little bit Just a little bit too late |
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