1.Road To Never
You're so right, it's true, what being free can do to you
It's such a hit ... yes, Miss, you're right, nothing's quite
like this
You make me listen hard, I sit and stare
But even Godot knows this nowhere
And on a dull／dole day I can see forever ... here I go again
Keep me on line 'cause I'm falling apart (start it up)
How nice ... so this is my life：
Big plate of air with nothing on the side
Anonther day of Q＆A (queue'n'nay)
How'm I spose to keep to keep my mind at bay？
I heard them say 'We'll put you life on the lin, boy' parBut
They forgot to put the line on the lifebuoy
And I don't git it for the life of me, I'm drowning in the
redundancy
See me going down
2.Burns Away
We went on our separate ways, there's nothing more for me to say
We reached the point where giving up and going on are the same
dead end
All our hapes for something more were just games to pass the
time away
And I don't wanna live that lie, there's really nothing more to
say
Everytime I picked you up you ran through my clutching hands
Cut back, left behind I watched you, what made you so scared？
Self destructive, lost perspective of what once was us
We lit the candle at both ends and it slowly burns away
I am thing of you less as time goes by
I'm cleaning up the mess you left behind in this confusing state
of mind
I hope you found what you were looking for, 'cause I'm not
bitter
I just found a way to see things clearer, a way to understand
3.Lost In The Stars
Walked by a patch of water in which I saw the sun
It made me think of you, and how far you'd really gone
Then I heard the sound of wings, of a bird that didn't sing
He held his breath for you, that's something that I can't do
That bird didn't know a sad song and when I whistled one he flew
along
I guess what scared him was the sound, he left two feathers on
the ground
I left them i the earth, guess all beauty turns to dirt, but
I will wait for you till the stars fall down into my backyard
I will wait for you, as the sun burns down upon my back
I'm lost in the stars
Love is a battlefield, love is murder
Pacifism is suicide, what can I do but hurt her？
The stars aren't falling and neither are you and I
The stars are calling, but we're not calling anymore
Once we were free to ram these lands and cut right through the
fog
Now that they're gone ＆ we're older, we stalk these streets like
lost dogs
4.For The Present
By light of wine I am writing this letter just to let you know
I've finally completed the circle pissed out you name in the
snow
I've put all you stuff in that great shoebox you use to keep
memories in
Buried it under the house, I found your old lighter in the ruin
I remember the best things you taught me
Though some of the bad stuff is gone
Still have some books left to finish
Every christmas there was a new one
I have no regrets; I have paid all bmy debts
I just hope I did not wait too long
You gave me more than you could give and left me alone with your
song
You gave me more than you could give and now the present is gone
5.The Revolution Will Be Televised
Yesterday, Nostradamus gave me a call
To remind me of the writings on the wall
I know we live in troubled times, he said he'd read the signs
long ago
WW III seems to be well on its way despite that Y2K shit, such a
clich©
We're smoking down a busy track, having too much fun to turn
back
Anyway ... The revolution will be televised
6.The Losing End Of Punk
That was the fad, punk's unfashionable again
We're still as bad ＆ we still enjoy playing and singing our
stupid songs
Hoping to right our wrongs, we've been in the business way too
long
What we got is songs, each other, time and motivation x2
To stay on and on and on, on and on and on the loosing end of
punk
In '91, all our heavy metal covers were gone
In '94, Hullabaloo (our first cd) came out ＆ we still sounded
sore
In '97, we went on our fifth unpacked European tour
Now it's 2000 ＆ no one wants us anymore
7.Stylefree
It's time again for another fashion trend, now it's time to be
alone again
I might be unreasonable, but why's style seasonal？
I'd rather stick to my own sorry lack of taste
You'll be amazed by the range of possibilities open for you and
me
When we become stylefree
If you get it, you really got it bad and if you don't, it's even
worse, I guess
I'm not impressed, you'll feel inside, you'll be living without
And if you're in on anything, you're in with the outcrowd
Whatever happens to your karma？ Does it come off with your
clothes？
Show me your naked ass and see if I'm still as impressed
Well, God only knows ... as for me
I'm free, there ain't nobody gonna tell me how to be, that's
right
I'm free, there ain't nobody gonna tell me how to be, stylefree
It's been said before, but I'll say it again
Don't put your soul in someone else's skin
Wolf and sheep in dummy's clothing, how could I tell that you're
for real？
Succumb to any trend, but when it ends
Don't pretend it's not a part of you, you'll see ...
You're free, ain't nobody gonna tell you how to be, that's right
You're free, there ain't nobody gonna tell you how to be,
stylefree
8.Feeding The Mouth That Bites You
Gather 'round ye sinners and a story I will tell
About a man o'plenty that we all know very well
He doesn't mind a sacrifice to save his pretty face
He'll divide and conquer, repaint and erase
Anything, anyone, he leads the human race
Raise the stars and stripes and steal the fire from Saddam
Cut off his people's medicine and food supplies and give matches
to them
But if he doesn't take the blame, who will they condemn？
Little Caesar／Uncle Sam, feeding the mouth that bites you
Little Caesar／Uncle Sam, Orwell knew that you'd be eaten by your
ham
The king is dead, long live the king
Little Caesar／Uncle Sam, Brutus is waiting in the wings
Since I wrote the first verse, ol' Bill has been dropping bombs
On middle eastern terrorists
Guess we all know what comes around comes around
Soon those bombs will be homeward bound
Bounties of America will be laid to waste
They may win the FU cup but drinking from it leaves a sour taste
9.Just The Same
What about the times that you ditched me？
What about your constant missing out, not being there？
You always overwhelmed me with your passion, with your glow
But it ended up a tragedy
Look at us now and you'll see we're just the same, just the same
Our bittersweet, sweet symphony sounds just the same, just the
same
Cut me off, I'll cut you off, let's kill all that is left, let's
start today!
You keep looking back, you dig in the remains
But there's nothing left but an open enfected sore
You still try to reach my hand, but it makes no difference
If I'll pull you up, you'll run away again
10.Boring Boring Bored
I'm bored ... I don't know what to do ... I'm bored ... I don't
have any money
I don't have a girlfriend ... and no boyfriend either, by the
way
Gee, wouldn't that be fun？ ... But I'm just so scared that I'm
boring
But if I start a rock'n'roll band
I'll have something to do with my boredom
But I'm bored easily and you know you can't play all the time
That's boring, that's life
And I am getting bored with words, especially the ones that
rhyme; life don't
And I'm tired of playing the same chord cycle over ＆ over again
It's the umpteenth time ... but I don't like jazz
Maybe I was better of before, just sitting on my ass ... boring
But if I start a punk rock band I'll find a way out of my
boredom
I think I'll find something beautiful there if I start a punk
rock band
I won't ever have to rhyme again, I'll sing ＆ play ＆ do whatever
I like
The only problem is I'm just so boring
I'm boring, I'm boring, boring, boring, bored
11.Dunno
The world keeps turning 'round and 'round
But I'm still standing still, I'm a human ball bearing
Nothing moves me anymore, stuck in my own rifling
I feel part of the machine, still duno what I'm waiting for
Tomorrow will things finally change？ I wanna trangress the
mundane
I ain't had an original for years
I'm lying in my couch watching back episodes of Friends
They'll be there for me, but can they tell me what I'm waiting
for？
12.Back To The Start
Summer is here, the ocean is clear, I got some beer and I'm out
on the pier
Stars look down on Sleepy Town, distant shimmering of a faint
sundown
Silent Heart will refuse to pound, what would I need to turn
around？
Someday, sometime, I will return
I turned my back long ago, discontent with what I did know
Stale water from melting snow, someday, sometime, I'll come
around
Turn me around, I wanna turn myself around just to get back
Turn time around, I wanna turn my time around to get back
To the start
... A new false start, an open vein for Silent Heart
Paint that sky with clouds ＆ birds, still that sound that can be
heard
Someday, sometime, I will return
I turned my back to Sleepy Town not to drown in the seaweed
night
Now I hear the same sad sound in the pulse of the city lights
Wake up at noon, get a few brews, meet with the lads ＆ go to the
beach
Long after dark, fly to my girl, those were the days, so out of
reach
13.Woodfall
Youth went by on our backs, morals intact, we were never ganna
crack
Spread-eagled, but never once looking back
When we were young we were chasing the sun
Always busy in our quest for fun, but now the race is run
The sun has gone black ＆ we're chasing the moon like moths to a
flame
Now that your goal's obscured, where d'you aim？
Running without vision in all the wrong directions
Hitting wall after wall, taking a short cut home
Sometimes we talked about that other world you tried so hard to
see
But you never saw the ocean behind all them christmas trees
Running without vision in all the wrong directions
Hitting wall after wall, then turn ＆ run
You were the one to lose the race, you were the one to fall from
14.Tabula Rasa
You begin to wear me out, I feel like crossbones to you skull
Your stupidity blinds me, your so-called brilliance is so dull
You're living life by proxy as your mind contracts
Too 2dimensional for backgrounds, too scared to see the life of
facts
You callect emotions like the stamps of your youth
Then pass out in the gutter with your gin ＆ Vermouth
You lie with the windfalls although you're unripe
Saying： 'Idon't care about the green ' You know you ain't
Got the guts, 'maaan' But you pretend to have the spleen
While playing memory with your feelings
And hide-and-seek with your thoughts
Accusing others of sell-out, saying you can't be bought
While i nreality, you ain't got nothing to sell
Your Chines fawcet's open, but there's nothing in the well
You get through life like you get through a book
Been there, done that, Mr Jones？
The last chapter has ended, still you're as blank a page
15.A Pat On The Back
All the town criers are crying, media is lying
Whole towns made redundant, nature ain't the same
As it is in the commercials, everything's commercial
But all of that can change
(To reach for the utmost possibility, you gotta aim for the
impossible -
Strindberg)
Choke your petty pessimism, we can change a single thing
But I also know that inside everyone of us there is a seed
Planted in the field of oppurtunity
(In time there'll be a harvest, but now it's time to plow)
Join the freak parade, no time to delay
(Cultivate your garden, build a house, share your dinner, smash
a gun,
Talk to someone old, make a differance)
Can it!
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