And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright…
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes…
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
AGAINST ME! – Burning Bridges
I saw you burn down every bridge. Turn your back on everything, leave all illusions behind. Leave the chains of childhood in the past. Destroying the ideas the imprison the mind. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who’s kidding who when you’re lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
Keep your protest in your songs. Never voicing any real disgust, just charming antics of anger. The feeling’s lost inside your vain big-headed dreams of grandeur. You’re still stuck on trying to save the world. Politics without rhetoric, seeing clearly for just one moment, forgetting about the consequence. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who’s kidding who when you’re lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
Keep your protest in your songs. Never voicing any real disgust, just charming antics of anger. The feeling’s lost inside your vain big-headed dreams of grandeur. You’re still stuck on trying to save the world. Politics without rhetoric, seeing clearly for just one moment, forgetting about the consequence. Burning Bridges never to indulge in self-deceit again. Who’s kidding who when you’re lying to yourself? Having fun burning bridges never to look back on the past that made you what you are.
AGAINST ME! – Burn
Beautiful to live in poverty
Just to spite what they’re selling
Take a thousand hits to prove the rest and I’ll move in
Millimeters still won’t mean shit against well-done subversion
Fathers of invention will one day turn in their graves
When their own sons and daughters
Manifest destiny into a lesson to others
Sent away my crippled, let the old ones categorize their death camps, they’re all dead
[Chorus: x3]
It’ll burn burn burn
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
And it’ll burn burn burn
Like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And cringe, and rack guns of shame
Well it may take a team of well-rounded hoodlums
In full riot gear to unrest objection
A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists
When bureaucrats start dying from cancer
There are already businessmen who’ll market bottled water
And purified aerosol solution, guess who’s their target
Seven approaching a measure off the map
And you’ll see me dance in the street once again
[Chorus x3]
And it’ll burn burn burn like they did to the Anarchists
And it’ll burn burn burn like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And give apologies for immeasurably acted perfection
[Chorus x2]
Just to spite what they’re selling
Take a thousand hits to prove the rest and I’ll move in
Millimeters still won’t mean shit against well-done subversion
Fathers of invention will one day turn in their graves
When their own sons and daughters
Manifest destiny into a lesson to others
Sent away my crippled, let the old ones categorize their death camps, they’re all dead
[Chorus: x3]
It’ll burn burn burn
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
And it’ll burn burn burn
Like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And cringe, and rack guns of shame
Well it may take a team of well-rounded hoodlums
In full riot gear to unrest objection
A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists
When bureaucrats start dying from cancer
There are already businessmen who’ll market bottled water
And purified aerosol solution, guess who’s their target
Seven approaching a measure off the map
And you’ll see me dance in the street once again
[Chorus x3]
And it’ll burn burn burn like they did to the Anarchists
And it’ll burn burn burn like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And give apologies for immeasurably acted perfection
[Chorus x2]
AGAINST ME! feat. Tegan Quin – Borne On The FM Waves Of The Heart
No, 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 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 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.
Then 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 network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.
They 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 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.
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 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 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.
Then 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 network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.
They 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 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.
AGAINST ME! – Bob Dylan Dream
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]
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]
AGAINST ME! – Full Sesh
Do you bite your tongue when you hear them say?
Do you bite your tongue and wait for your chance?
Do you bite your tongue and push thought from mind?
Focus is Locked, Attention is fixed.
Do you want to battle with me?
You cannot match determination like this.
Do you bide your time so patiently?
Do you bide your time and wait for your chance?
Do you bide your time and keep intent hidden?
When the strike comes it’s going to be deadly.
Do you want to battle with me?
Like a whore plotting revenge on the trick.
Do you want to battle with me?
In the end I will win.
Do you bite your tongue and wait for your chance?
Do you bite your tongue and push thought from mind?
Focus is Locked, Attention is fixed.
Do you want to battle with me?
You cannot match determination like this.
Do you bide your time so patiently?
Do you bide your time and wait for your chance?
Do you bide your time and keep intent hidden?
When the strike comes it’s going to be deadly.
Do you want to battle with me?
Like a whore plotting revenge on the trick.
Do you want to battle with me?
In the end I will win.
AGAINST ME! – Beginning In An Ending
Every day has a beginning and ending, just like every life has a start and finish.
July is gone like the gasoline it took to make the circle again.
FLorida to Florida, by the way of America.
Cocaine and soda, playing Tetris in our underwear.
We take turns reading letters, I read the 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 shore and I sink into the Pacific.
This is evrything up to now ending.
It was nice to believe for a while.
July is gone like the gasoline it took to make the circle again.
FLorida to Florida, by the way of America.
Cocaine and soda, playing Tetris in our underwear.
We take turns reading letters, I read the 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 shore and I sink into the Pacific.
This is evrything up to now ending.
It was nice to believe for a while.
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