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28 Days Later
Part I: Grasshopper
I met a man in a travelling band
He said "Grasshopper snatch these rocks from my hand."
He had eyes that burned a hole in my head.
I asked him why and he told me, he said;
"All I wanna do is go home,
cause I couldn't make it on my own."
He gave his two cents and got shot down.
A penny for his thoughts got him run out of town.
Now all he has is his ramshackle band.
I've got his music and these rocks from his hand.
All he did was think on his own
And then he lost his life and his home.
Part II: Last Tuesday
I took a moment to gaze at the stars
"these people look frozen against a painted landscape"
And dreampt of people in a world from afar.
"they've learned how to stop time, and now there is no escape"
They've got their problems and I have got mine.
"there's nothing they can do, and there's nothing they can say"
Like how to slow down the passage of time.
"and they don't even know what's wrong cause they're still stuck in last Tuesday
Dice in the Alley
Old Miles O'Malley
Plays dice in the alley
And he likes to pretend: that he knows
What's wrong and what's right;
That he can control our lives
With the dice that he shakes and then throws.
They roll out onto the ground and he waits for them to land.
He doesn't make a sound as he tries to understand.
CHORUS
You may think I'm crazy but I'm dead serious.
You may find it offensive but I think it's hilarious.
You still don't get it but to me it's fucking obvious.
You're making no sense, you're just being ridiculous
There's soup in my fly,
And an apple in my worm,
And all the other fucked up things that I hate.
I've no faith in the cards,
I won't rely on dumb luck,
And I won't leave my life up to fate.
I won't let a computer tell me that my destiny
Is ten more years of school just to pursue destiny.
CHORUS
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The Sweeze Effect
I trip on my scrambled words
As the fever sets in.
I lose my concentration
As the sky caves in.
My eyelids close together
As my mouth turns to a grin.
And my fingers fly fantastically
As the crowd gives in.
Don't feel until you think.
Don't think until you know.
Know only how you feel
And how you choose to grow.
Seize the oppurtunity
To take part in the show,
And channel your emotions
Like a steady syrop flow.
The Post Modern Age
Please don't dream so close to me,
Don't pummel me with your philosophies,
And you, you can't convert me.
Manipulation is your mother tounge,
But leave her alone cause she's to young
For you, and she's too old for me.
CHORUS
It was a tough decision,
But its been narrowed down to two.
The needs of the many
Outweigh the needs of the few.
This battle is over and we've rattled this cage
Now we're being haunted by the post modern age
And the rocks have only begun to fall
Don't pull me into your war of words
I'd rather sleep with the fishes than dream with the birds
And you, you're flying south this fall
CHORUS
Self Loathing
I sing for so long
That I can't remember
My song
I walk so far
That I can't remember
Where you are
CHORUS
Can't wait to tell you
'Bout all the things I've seen
Can't wait to show you
All the places I've been
It's been so long
Since I've returned
From where I came
But could you please forgive me
'Cause I forgot your name
CHORUS
I hide behind a shroud of animousity
I am not everyone else
And I am never me.
CHORUS
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Montreal
The ocean's waves
They still sweep over me
Long after I've returned
Home.
The snores next door make
Irritating symphonies,
But anything's better
than the silence.
And all I ask for is sleep.
I've got healthy sheets and my
Science fiction,
Final Fantasy VII and my
Contradictions.
Insomnia all alone
Is never any fun at all
So I keep thinking of you in
Montreal.
And all I ask for is sleep
Meedly
Try this on for size, then try to laugh it off
Take a Fisherman's Friend to help you with that koff
Maybe yes or maybe no or something inbetween
Always at a constant loss of words it seems
CHORUS
Take your time to
Beat the clock and
Please choose wisely
Rock paper scissors... ROCK!
Call me crazy, call me a fool, or mentally ill instead
You're putting words in my mouth and ideas in my head
I can't seem to shake this feeling, of an impending doom
It makes me mighty nervous so I hope it's over soon
CHORUS
What do you think you're running from
And why does everybody hate the green album
With your hands at 10 and 2, take the wheel and steer
And if you find that funny, well I'm getting outta here!
CHORUS
Home by Midnight
I swear that I'll be home by midnight
Can't promise I'll be doing alright
Don't want my life to be one big fight
So I swear that I'll be home by midnight
Once I found me a spider
Just a-ambling around in my bath
I wondered how he got up inside her
So I did the math
Turns out he just crawled up
Straight-up outta the drain
So I crushed his ugly bug-eyed head
And it began to rain
CHORUS
Once I made me a robot
Outta cardboard boxes and glue
I flipped his switches, I turned him on
And he said "How do you do?"
But it turns out Mr. Robot
Didn't wanna make friends with me
So I shorted his circuits, I crossed his wires
Now he's my new PC
CHORUS
Sometime late last week
I met an old Jamaican
He said "I'm playin' hide-and-seek
But all the best spots are taken"
So I put him in my pocket
And I pushed him outta my mind
Then I stuck my jeans in the washing machine
He was mighty hard to find |
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