1. |
Ten Yard Stare
02:29
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Lost in a looking glass
My body reads the past
A lifeline illustrated
Properly scarred and faded
A blue note cried out that was never heard
In dutch angled, crossed shadows, I wandered
Lost generations sang like birds
I wet my brain into obscurity
I jumped onto subway tracks
And talked in tongues, like an ass
I dined with madmen and collected fat
And I would sing the parting glass
And I had a bluebird
And I would roll the dice
People came and went like waves
And I divorced my wife
What's done is done. We're on our way
Just a jester. I was a jester.
I covered up my tracks
And was a hack poet
Didn't understand Rimbaud
Until I gave it up
What's done is done. We're on our way.
Just a jester. I should have mentioned.
King of Fools.
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2. |
Nobody
02:09
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What is it all worth? It's what you make it.
I learned my patience through constant beration
Laughed at and spit on and thrown drunken fits on
Smashed bottles, drug dealers, complete bottom feeders
Creeping and lurking and picking away at my mind
I shudder to thnk-their illogical problem of making things worse for themselves
And I think to myself- Music trumps this roach motel
I have tried to find a way to die
Living forever in ears and eyes
Take my hand lets walk through Chicago tonight
Singing the saddest music in the world
Cause we're the kids who won't give up.
It's all come so far from a Massachusetts couch
Bled out and puked on
I was such a waste of life and space
And I realized the worth you get is all what you put in
I have tried to find a way to survive
Feeling okay with myself inside
Friends and family are all I need
Being nobody
I wouldn't have it any other way
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3. |
Disaffected
02:06
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Here's to undefeated childhood dreams
Redefining what it means to succeed in a vacant culture splitting at the seams
I've said it so many times before
We live in a culture of muted all out war
It carries from the foreign guns to prison cells and mistaught sons
Prejudice, immoral laws based in hate decide our flaws
Have fun with your life. Don't waste all your time
I know you can achieve your goals. Just steer clear of petty fools.
Nurture what's inside.
What does it really mean to be human?
You are aware of love, aware of hate, posses knowledge of our common fate, and have the power to manipulate, moments to mold your future state.
(Chorus)
I wanna believe the American Dream can be achieved
All I see-sulking faces looking down in the street
Me? I'm okay- I've been down but I want you to see.
First step to turn it around, is thinking positively.
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4. |
Pulse
01:44
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All trails at one point intersect.
Cowards and héros break up the necks
Of woods steered into lawns and cityscapes
We only scratch the idea of time and place
Senses flash. Memories fade. Bodies crash. Nothing changes.
Remember Chris' locker down the hall?
That kid just had his funeral.
While babies birthed into country's wars
and youth couldn't help be critical.
That old bedroom feels so far away.
A thousand sundowns upon my face.
Break down and obsess over it all.
Life's just a maze towards our funerals.
My enclosed world reflects me.
My confidence rejects me.
The world is turning towards an end.
Cultures change then repeat again.
Some people never leave this city.
It is me, lost in glory?
Come clean, say what you really mean.
There's a million ERs with people suffering.
Come say it loud. A thousand just fell down.
My heart's joined them in the pulsing from the ground.
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5. |
Pennsylvania
01:57
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He said, "Look up. There's the moon, the stars and the sun. But down here's where you must make your living."
Was there a man who lived with holes straight through his fists, who now cares which bathroom you take a piss?
She said, "Chin up."
When you've had enough they taught you you could choose your luck.
Cause there's nothing holier than the uterus
And a mother who loves harder than a Christ with holes straight through his fists.
(Chorus)
Cause there's no greater meaning than a hardened father's kiss. And a child who finds their courage through that glimpse of tenderness.
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6. |
October Kids
01:26
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In our wait for fall we stall to make the call to crawl
Back to friends and family
Another absurd year isolated here
When the roots reject what's to come of the tree?
Outsiders. We're the kids of October.
Outsiders. When winter breathes we're spiraling away.
Sunrise in the city. Lurkers like lost dogs in the street.
Sweet home Chicago. Is it really home to me?
Moonrise it's a pity. Walk to work past broken glass.
Smoke silhouettes now, of tent city tenant's trash.
Outsiders. Outside the scene and left to dream on.
Outsiders. Our inspirations in each other.
Outsiders. We're the kids of October.
Outsiders. Our candles always burn at both ends.
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The beauty of life can dissipate no matter where your vantage lays.
It's easy to be isolated, lost in means for inspiration.
If you believe in your hard work, don't sit back and sell it short
Set your goals, unlock your future, or rue your life and brood stuck bitter.
Get back up lets rise together.
Brothers and sisters lets rise together
Forget luck lets rise together
Get back up lets rise together
I've got to hope there's more to life than renewal.
You know we'll come back to life like the phoenix.
(Chorus)
Get knocked down, well get back up
Fear is primal, overcome
Extend emotion past instinct
You have the power to consciously think.
We've got your back you've got the time
Grit your teeth, take back your life
Everything that you seek
Is in you if you let it be.
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8. |
Schlitz Faced
02:35
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Been a fucking loser my whole fucking life
But I'm going out to win tonight
Got a stage got a crowd and I got a mic
Holes in my boots, but I've laced them tight
Everywhere I'm laughed at, I'm such a fucking joke
They're passed out on the bar and I'm mopping up their puke
Smiles fading, jokes on you, I'm paying all my dues
"More weight," I get my strength from you
I swear punk rock is gonna kill me
So say so long to longevity
Mark my words its a fucking prophecy
I swear punk rock's gonna fucking kill me
I go through life inside myself
A maniac when I'm all alone
Gave up on a future to sing punk rock songs
I'll scream them til I tear my throat
And you can't tell me otherwise
Without this I'm dead inside
Never really questioned why
Chaos makes me feel alive
(Repeat beginning of chorus)
I've fucked up so many times
Cringing through my life story
But the tribal beat lights up my eyes
It kills me and it sets me free.
(Repeat end of chorus)
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9. |
Loyalty
01:48
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No fear good friend we'll always have your back.
We're the crew eyes red heart blue, loud fast rules, jacked up tattoos
But most of all, we're here for you
Cause deep down you would be too
Real friends come too scarce to not stand by what you've got
We take very seriously, loyalty
Maladjusted, I put my trust in those who've deceived and poisoned me
We take very seriously, loyalty
When I'm no longer worth my weight in gold to you, who's the fool?
Now there's three that will always be
And a light on in Connecticut waiting up for me
Eugene says he hopes to show up to work
To find I've long left for better things.
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10. |
Instinct
02:10
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People try to tell you that your passion's a waste of time
When to you their life's not interesting at all
Missed chances spark resentment
And differences contempt when
Letting live is more fulfilling than witch hunts
7 billion people in the world
7 billion ways to live
And more yet to be born
What are your standards worth?
In nature there's no right or wrong
Instinct is king and repetition is God
Our egos are pathetic, we can learn to let them go
Either way the world's still turning tomorrow
Don't try and change my mind, I've got my eyes set on this
I believe in strength through song
A medium that transcends the boundaries of species
Social tensions ease through words sung
And rhythm is as ancient as the bang that caused it all
It's our life
It's our time
(Chorus)
It's our life
It's our time
Until we die.
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11. |
Storm the Hall
02:31
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Seen the movies, read the books
The guts the glory and the looks
Tales of days before us all when local shows could pack a hall
Now few seem to hear the call
Storm the hall, let's choke on asbestos from the basement
Storm the hall, mic's busted, scream it like you mean it
It's our only chance at this, bring the energy back to it
Bring back the dream bring back the spirit
It's our only chance at this, the frenzy of the fucked up kids
Let's lose our voice to each other's music
Hold on hold out its our turn now
Lost then, found now, stay lit or burn out
Our sound our way, living for today
Future in mind and past behind
Carry the torch and don't look down, the flames are rising higher now
A Cleveland dance floor firework burst and bursted open my eyes
And the Atlantic's just as pretty down Atlantic City's shitty boardwalk side
Driving 84 over the bridge in Waterbury
Reminds me of the worth in even the shortest life stories
So turn up the pace and storm the hall, bring back glory to it all.
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12. |
Counterfeit
01:59
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We move forward, we're fighting the current
No more stand still, against the grain
Oppositions can all be defeated
Fight your demons ad break the chains
Understand yourself, but be aware other people have their hells
Solitude helps mediate, good and evil juxtaposed with my fate
(Chorus)
Courage does not equate to aggressiveness and intimidation
It's persevering being vulnerable and honest in any situation
There's always guiding voices and ones steering you away
To fail with the future in your sight is to mold your life your own way
I'm going to be grateful for everyday my eyes reopen
I'm going to try and spread a positive contagion
I've already broke ties with the ones who hold me back
I'm going to be myself so you can never call me counterfeit.
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13. |
Misrepresentation
02:14
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If it's on TV it's probably a misrepresentation
or a public mutilation of a certain belief system
You can't trust this information
Drink the poison glue your eyes
Lights flash and you flush your mind
Eliminate imagination
Go on
Fear everything
Repeat rhetoric
Sexualize our minds
While they rob the world blind
There's war on truth now
Buy on or die out
Sociopathic politicians go hand in hand with the corporations
Tear them down. All illusions.
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14. |
Old Glory
03:20
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World coming down. It's coming down. It's coming down
World coming down. American Dreams turned into nightmares.
World coming down. It's coming down. it's coming down.
I've got love for country, but NONE for government
When the shadows sway the media and puppet politicians.
In times like these lost morally it's hard not to be a nihilist.
When people kill for God's that would be to be blame for all of this
What's it worth on an earth turned into oil and battlefields?
From a natural paradise we've burnt the land and lost our minds.
I walk Chicago late at night trying to make sense of this,
Because I know that in my life I'll see this empire ended.
(Chorus)
It should be a given that we're all made equally
Despite race age or gender, philosophical belief.
But there's people getting shot, tortured, killed and raped by cops
And the men we vote to change it won't do anything to stop it
Like failed cultures set before us, we've spread ourselves to thin
And swelled too full of reverie and pride in all our sins
On the world stage we're just jesters, no longer number one
And the honor of our history is coated thick with blood
(Chorus)
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15. |
Lost at Night
02:56
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Listening to these old tracks
Our carelessness still makes me laugh
It doesn't help that fall has changed
Seasonal nostalgia won't feel the same
Flipping through your photograph
It's suiting that it's white and black
Our manifestos were transparent zeal
But stories multidimensional
A Bridgeport ferry to Port Jefferson
The skinheads stomped apart a bench
CT's capitol of heroin disappeared a once close friend
I fucked off in Boston and set myself a season past
Searching for the reason my memories won't love me back
Jake's tattoo ink on my back, it's always facing towards my past
I tell my feet to turn around, but they are planted in the ground.
Has New York City destroyed us? The bright lights and the blurry lust
We walked Times Square blackout drunk, chanting the classics of punk
The golden crows are far away. The love the hate the foolish fate of best friends refusing to be strangers
And all the boys in Merwin Park have gone home cause its after dark
The East woodlands are far away and fate's locked me in cityscape
Hush and lock the doors, the Empress Ballroom's burning down tonight
Open your eyes, the Webster Theatre's marquee's passed us by
Son's of October, first snow fistfight in the park tonight
My dearest friends, basement's empty we've moved on with our lives.
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