1. |
Carbonated Leverage
03:17
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Smelling blood of other nations
Congestion gets our backs as we climb to the another surface.
Hold on, I think they’ve got it better.
And all this time we had more power than we knew what to do.
Sad faces surround the center. Soon they’re crying.
Now I get why you’re coming down.
Seven signs of aberration
Morality is a sign of the times and it’s waning with ages.
Hold on, I think you’ve got it better.
How were you supposed to know that you could’ve had it better?
Try to make an indentation but they combat contact.
And they know that you’re coming down.
And all this time I’ve had great times, just to see them pass me by.
I know I’ve got this one vice left.
These allegations keep me from straying far away.
And I’ve got two shots left to prove to you.
My aggravation is a tale of times to hold true
And it keeps you on my feet
Do you really think you get it now?
It’s licked, stamped and addressed to you.
So get your sham on ‘cause you’ve got some lies to prove.
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2. |
All Introverts
02:09
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At that certain crisp cold time of night,
when the tired peek their heads up from misery,
Dreaming up
Devious schemes, cracking and bating their own
Musing on terror and other delights
I think We might have got it trite
I want one night when the sheep get eaten by the pack.
And then we’ll find “no-cells” in cells.
Abundance can mean freedom…
…and dumber. They inherit these ill-fitting genes, topped
With an iron hat for the kid-agains,
Whom we’ll still call idiots.
A check from intellects who know the score.
Cashed out in crayons, gold, and modern device.
Don’t make me have to tell you twice
This game is called off on account of vain.
Waving arms that say, “No harm no foul.”
Play by play…
we’ll feel it in the air, until we get them
and want to keep on coming back for more but they’re learning (to keep off the grass worn down but not completely left out irony leave creases in doubt play on words. twist ‘em ‘til they pout. Chased out. window closed. broken glass on the mind until we get them until we get them until we get them
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3. |
Cement
03:12
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This is another sordid tale
About a man who kept on giving
Not giving out but giving up
And the lights just kept on burning
He was the one who had it all
But then he learned that he can’t live that way again
Of all the tricks we keep on learning
Our sleeveless antics are a joke
Misinformed and table read
Not two steps away from the ledge
Contemplation setting in
Awakens to find the roots again
He’s not the one who learned it all
That said, I can’t have this wait again
Of all the tricks we keep on learning
Our sleeveless antics are a joke
And when we get to that proverbial front door
The answer won’t accept the truth
Of all the tricks we keep on learning
Our sleeveless antics are a joke
And when we get to that proverbial front door
The answer won’t accept the truth
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4. |
In Regards To Joy
03:59
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She said she was dissappointed,
By the fact that I did nothing that she planned.
The King of pain was out of jurisdiction
And JoKing out of habit to slight swollen eyes.
Curtain closed, last call, time
to say goodnight. No other chill could be as bad.
Sympathy reigned supreme, as it rained outside I could see
A mother and her boy named Irony.
Breakdown? I wish it was that simple.
I’d paint myself into a corner watching floors chip back
Given one way or another
Timed out and no audience to tell you you should quit.
Caution called. Take heed. This
Is the big one. The punchline is going to hurt like hell.
Laughter came up on choking. Is this it? The God’s must be joking.
Stop and think, “Have you done this to anybody?”
And all the times that I knew I would be let down,
You had never put me down, you would never put me down.
And all the times that I would walk off from your glare,
You would never let me down, you would never let me down.
You bore and I bored the fuck out of you
Circumstance is a hand that no one should left
Got by this far but far from brave, self worth and song are
My only means left to be frayed.
Hands held, pain felt on one side,
Never losing grip.
My fun is done, Joyce,
But life is ready to be lived.
And all the times that I knew I would be let down,
You had never put me down, you would put me down.
And all the times that I would walk off from your glare,
You would never let me down, you would never let me down.
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5. |
J A G
02:05
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Come on and do it
make a martyr outta me
Come on and do it
you know these aching parts of me
These wrists that long for syringes and poison razor blades
This skull aches for cold steel and my soul pines for the grave
Parents hate your children throw them to the wolves
Chew them up and spit em were all cannibals
Feeding on the young to keep yourselves alive
Is it any wonder we choose suicide
Come on and do it
Make a martyr outta me
Come on and do it
You know these aching parts are
up writing for days and my arms are weak
Sustenance is cigarettes and bags of tweak
Haven’t spoke for days but my brain wont stop
Got a million journals to contain my thoughts
I cut my hand off to put this pen down
Id tear my throat up to get these word out
For every loving child that is taught to hate
Lord hear our prayer
For every lost soul resigned to their fate
Lord hear our prayer
Purgatory is closed they left no lights on
Lord hear our prayer
This ones for my nephew John
Lord hear our prayer
Come on and doit…
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6. |
This Is Not Art
02:23
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Fictitious!!!
Pen and paper used to front an art
We have no meaning and dim is in our nature
This is dumb luck and circumstance aloud
We have no intellectual props
So we try and start a new beginning
Artistry taken to a new low
Production value granted as a form
15 minutes replaces 15 scores
Forget back-cracking, let’s keep it streamline
We have no intellectual props
So we try and start a new beginning
Keeping our ears tacked to the floor
We’re not listening for now
But aping for the soon
Can it really be this fair?
Is it this natural?
A note and line combined in time
Blending well-to-do’s and petty crimes
Keeping your mouth shut is the smartest
Thing you’ve done
THIS IS NOT ART
THIS IS NOT ART
THIS IS NOT ART
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7. |
The Prose of Cons
02:50
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Buy two, lift five and break your neck
It wasn’t mine to begin with, they are far from spent
Turn them into something new
Smart because they’re already looking for something new.
So just keep hanging around, until the happy are frowned
And just keep wondering.
Dust is building you’d better move
Wait for something more authentic, It’ll come too soon.
Buy and dye in. The costume fits.
Fame frame, same game, it all came too soon.
So make yourself be seen, too old for performance extreme,
And just keep wondering...
With all these faces of “who we really are”, I just want the
“who you are” and none of the masks found inside out.
You want to be a part of this, then you turn right around
Giving harm back down to the underground.
You need to feel the part of you that doesn’t want to get old and stay
Stay tuned in on the frequency,
With all these faces of “who we really are”, I just want the
“who you are” and none of the masks found inside out.
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8. |
Catastrophic
02:52
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This ain’t no faction
This is to the nth degree
Sides on fences keep on closing
No black, no white, we want that calming static gray.
And you’d think with all this time
We’d learn the loss and then we’d settle in
But you’d see some changes
And in the end you’ve got the kettle black
So listen…
No New York had any intentions of this
Aspirations are all Xeroxed
Half tone pattern and “that” pattern once again
And you’d think with all this time
We’d learn the loss and then we’d settle in
But you’d see some changes
And in the end you’ve got the kettle black
And we see your inspiration
It’s cattle calling, cattle calling you home
And we see your motivation
But none of us will, none of us will be sold
Let’s keep it in the family cuz
Strangers couldn’t care
In the end and not in five weeks
We’ll keep them coming back
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9. |
SFV
02:14
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You tell me that you hate this place. You wish you had a rag to wipe it all away.
The mountains that surround us. The smog that hangs like mucus.
A network of streets and freeways. We are animals encaged.
You tell me that you hate this place. Yet your actions bind you to it. like a rat in a maze.
The circles that you run in. Bags of drugs and cans of beer.
That job that keeps you chasing that 30 grand a year.
From the house into the car and from the car into the desk and from the desk into the car
and from the car into the house and from the house into the car into the desk into the car
From the school to the job to your death.
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10. |
Wronged
02:45
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Tonight I’m gonna clean this itinerary.
Pain? Check. Mute? Check. Sometimes best is lone
ly.
On to page 3 with some dignity.
Ink’s bluer than most, what’s it trying to tell me?
I’ve been wronged and it felt just fine,
so far we’re coming up even.
Blank canvas and a match are the props I’ll send
Treading lightly cuz the “fuck you”’s mending
Cross legged and pants pegged is the look you’ll tend
Bottle over fist and the mood is pending.
I’ve been wronged and it felt just fine,
So far we’re coming up even
Who hasn’t been wronged, hasn’t lived.
I like the game and the self defense.
I’ve been wronged and it felt just fine,
so far we’re coming up even.
It’s this game that gets to you.
Just crossed at the finish line,
They said I wouldn’t make it this far.
And that’s all just thanks to you.
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11. |
Bomb Shelter
02:43
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Been tampered with
Broken seal far too long
Giving in to pressure from all sides
Breaking through
Shards are headed right for me
Run for cover, this blast will fume
We thought we had a long term breakdown
But found the spark ignited from the burning down
All the cons and Luddites, say "Hey, here we are"
Breaking molds, robots and plasticine. "There they are!"
"We've got blood thick and skins a sheath"
In the end we've got our brethren here where we are.
Satin stained. Caught up on wires and glass plates.
Close for some, some for few.
Addict sense, keeping the quiet in the room
Maintaining free but kept alone.
Shown before but not quite received.
Battle fought as the lines were just delivering.
All the cons and Luddites, say "Hey, here we are"
Breaking molds, robots and plasticine. "There they are!"
"We've got blood thick and skins a sheath"
In the end we've got our brethren here where we are.
We've had the tyrants' reign enough.
Brow beat from those undiscerning eyes.
And all the while we've got our hands behind our backs
Hiding strength and reason to let go
We got our lives and we've got our minds
We have a time and we'll make it this moment
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Gentlemen Prefer Blood Los Angeles, California
It's Alive Records & La Escalera Records 2008-2018
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