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More Scared: The House of Faith Years |
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Strongman |
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You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel ill with awful nausea And a subtle hysteria That keeps you Paranoid and looking over your shoulder So cut all the little people off They're just debris from giant blocks And you're the strongman who keeps pounding with a hammer
They cut you down with razer tongues and gave you lashings from their songs You're the strongman and all around you hear their laughter You've the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of most of them until you're empty and ashamed and out of charisma you've a golden heart of stone and secret memories of passion that you hide from all the ugly people that despise you (Koski) |
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Reggae Gets Big in a Small Town |
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| I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, cuz I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream, I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam. I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough. I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs My drinks go down, they never come up. I take the train, the verticals are much to rough It's a shame that I'm a powder puff. I'm feeling good I was told not to touch. Reggae gets big in a small town. What ever happened to the original sound. Reggae gets big in a small town I'll tell my friends I'm leaving town. When reggae gets big in a small town I just want to split town. When reggae gets big in a small towm I just want to leave town. I'm setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare? No, I'm fucking with the crows, I'm flapping my wings but they're lazy and slow. I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough. I baked a dozen so I'd have something to throw! (Bonnel) |
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Smoke Like A Girl |
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| It's been raining with reluctance it barely wets the ground but with your umbrella and steel galoshes on, you're warm and dry and sound And it's been quite an evening as you put another down sitting solo in the corner like a stranger in this town And you smoke like a girl and there's no way to cure it you measure the width of the world before jumping into it You've been sitting sad and lonely with a smug grin on your face and as each wayward comment comes your way you spit on the speakers feet And you've been silent and dragging on the same wet cigarette burning out each match before you even get a chance to light it (Koski) |
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Lazer Attack |
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Hands off I got no fingers get a load of my stingers I want a piece There's no misunderstanding I don't know where you're landing step on your feet I've been waiting all afternoon getting ready with the water balloon Tonight we'll breakout the bug spray too
Lazer Attack
My God give me that razor or I'll zap you with this lazer frying your face you've gone the wrong direction and risk serious infection
Get out of my way
Get out of my way
Your noise is making me smile take the switch from the top of the pile Lazer Attack (Wickersham) |
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Politician |
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it would be nice if what was said was what we heard was what we read there's too many times it seems to me between the lines we have to read
Politician - don't you ever listen
so what is the point i must implore obviously my questions you seem to ignore so why'd you do this? and why'd you do that? you're sittin around you're picking your ass (McEntee, Koski) |
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Nine to Five |
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| why must i work, 9 to 5 I'm always tired but, how I strive to pay my bills, to pay my rent a new life, would be a godsend Life is a production line things come at you one at a time ya better beware, better see the signs ya gotta keep up, or you will fall behind All my friends are in the same rut we got some money but, it ain't enough we got the power, we got the guts working for a livin' has made us rough Lide is a production line things come at you one at a time ya better beware, better see the signs ya gotta keep up, or you will fall behind (McEntee, Koski, Dison) |
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Could You Lie? |
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| You're saying to me what you hear from all the people cursing in your ear trying out the possibilities of finding in me my worst sense of fear now you're a coward, and you're much too tense and you're afraid, you jump at my pretense but could you lie, if your life would end? could you lie, I don't think you can When you're sleeping premonitions of the worst kind come creeping from your mind So you slam the bedroom door from all the things that may have come and then you hide...Now you're confused and you sleep much too late, you try to drink, but you don't like the taste, but could you lie? you will on your first date rape... now you're trapped into an alleyway You're covered in a box and soaked with rain, when you think about the food your mother made when you were young you go insane, maybe this could go another way, do you want to live another day? (Koski) |
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Scared |
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i am not suave i am not bare there's seven pair of pants and stuff in my hair are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose while i'm wiping my nose you say not to leave i don't see why i should but i end up doing it cause i know that i could are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose when i'm wiping my nose there's a fever pitch brewing in the club there's a deck of cards sitting in a tub i'm wearing #5 dresser drawers burning up but not on the dance floor cause the people are screaming for more and the singers so lovely talking about war
i am not suave you are a bear 12 feet tall with balding hair are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose while i'm wiping my nose (Wickersham) |
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No Eager Men |
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| He's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face this side of paradise is slow no eager men go to the show except for me she wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed and she stuck by his side like glue she gave him perfect eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke it was the truth now it's been twenty days sleepless and stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could rob behind his back (Koski) |
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Petty Wage |
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I've said, and once too often, some things I'll never say again
In streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men
Sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight
No pay for bloody hands, and believe me they pay a petty wage
My poor self-pity speaks with sobbing, mumbled words
Strewn with the awful taste of bad, cowardly prose
I'd take some time to get my posture set straight
If I had the chance I'd break and subdue the scheming hands of fate
Wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles and fingertips
It's fighting time and time to battle with your wits
Time to spit back when you're spit upon when you're left for dead
Time to hit the road when the road you're on has run out of tricks
I don't want your sundays and holidays of twelve hours straight
No pay for bloody hands, no I don't want your fucking petty wage (Koski) |
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Hello Charlatan |
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| Hello Charlatan, you must have been gone a long time what with the t.v. on I lost track of the days gone by I don't think that I owe you anything, and i've thought about it, many times, but still can't seem to make up my mind Hello Charlatan, it seems you want something of mine, and through your cunning lies I see a measure of guilt in your eyes I don't mean to imply you're trying to take something of mine but i'll try and speak up, so you can hear, because the message that I have is very clear Friendship seems to make a man much wiser and without it I feel I've become a drifter so it's time to push and time to shove but i'll never push and shove too hard, because the pleasure of you, and the measure of your eyes has made wonder how I could've missed the days gone by (Koski)*lead vocals by Darius Koski |
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Proven Song |
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Old men run on gasoline from the stations of the past and the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last. The crow isn't afraid of the man that you put in the field where you plant your food. The mailman doesn't care if your mother died, or anything at all
It's a proven story It's a spoken word and it's a pretty girl that drives me mad, well, they come and go they stay the same you may not see them past, but the things that they can teach you son I hope to God they'll ever last. There's a man with a switchblade knife in the street and there's a man sowing seeds in the hot summer heat they don't even know your name they're always there it's all the same.
Its a proven story its a spoken word and its a pretty girl that drives you mad. In the city place and the market place they'll always rip you off. Take a walk to the country side you might find what you've always sought. I may not know about a goddamn thing about you or anybody else. I'm not afraid of getting away with making judgements about yourself.
Its a proven story its a spoken word and its this life we're living thats so absurd. I like to walk on vacant streets to clear my mind of everything thats crass. I like the wind, I like the rain I like to kick my own ass. It's a proven story its a spoken word. And its this life we're living thats so absurd. (Koski) |
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Mr.Norris |
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| If I asked you where to go from here would you give me the right direction does it come to mind any paradise lost that I can win with true conviction, or am I wandering to a vacant space where there's no air to breathe nor any place are you the man I'm looking for, or are you like the rest, do you care of anything ahead or second best? This is the chorus Mr. Norris and my motives are all too clear. This is the saddest song I'm singing all out of tune cuz I can't hear. Give me time, an eternity, maybe when I die I can make it right ease my mind and sow me seeds that I can grow into a worthy life. There's something so peculiar about the way you shine your eyes are you attempting to catch my deference or just measuring up my size. This is the chorus Mr. Norris and I'm boring you to tears. This is the saddest song I'm singing cuz I haven't sung this for years. I've counted precious minutes on my ugly callous fingers waiting for you good Mr. Norris to set the place where I should linger. I got nothing to be proud and I got nothing to show off I got a soul inside somewhere unless its gone and lept off. (Koski/Dison) |
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