Unity, Not Hatred
Love, Not Violence
Freedom, Not Oppression
Love, Not Violence
Freedom, Not Oppression
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Discography & Lyrics
Single and Ready to Mingle (2010)
2. My Sister's Hanging Out at the Disco
3. Transient
3. Transient
4. Jesus Was No Commando
5. Destroy the Wall
6. Solipsist
7. Prohibition
8. Legalize Heroine in Virginia
9. Effeminate
2. My Sister's Hanging Out at the Disco [2006]
Similar in message to "music is words." The music for this song was rewritten in 2009 to fit our newer style, and re-released on "Single and Ready to Mingle."
New Way:
She's got a new phila. She's hanging out where there's mass hysteria. She's got an apartment down in Frisco, so she can chill at the disco.
She's going to a show tonight to see the band everybody says is alright. They're listening to them on the radio; another five minute sensation.
My sister's hanging out at the disco.
3. Transient
A song against the idea of promiscuity.
I went to the mountains, and all I got was this guilt, and I'll carry it here with me, for more than a year or two. I could try to sell it, to anyone who cares, but I know no one will listen, so I'll keep it as my share. You know that I would give you everything that I had, but it'd be nice if you could tell me, just what is so bad.
Running out of town to see who follows or leads me to find another town, where I know of all the things that I should have done in another town. The people know all the myths and legends of my home town. Exile me because I know that's what I deserve.
I've spent enough time wondering where I'd like to be, so I know I'll never listen when they tell me what's best for me. If you'll live with me in the city I could never ask for more. I'll abandon all my selfish wants and pretend that I'm not bored.
Years spent, nomadically, I traversed all the world. Greece seems like a day spent in vein. Don't look back or it'll start again.
Running out of town to see who follows or leads me to find another town, where I know of all the things that I could buy in another town, but this is our home and I would never want to go to some strange town, until the end of time I will stay here with you.Similar in message to "music is words." The music for this song was rewritten in 2009 to fit our newer style, and re-released on "Single and Ready to Mingle."
New Way:
She's got a new phila. She's hanging out where there's mass hysteria. She's got an apartment down in Frisco, so she can chill at the disco.
She's going to a show tonight to see the band everybody says is alright. They're listening to them on the radio; another five minute sensation.
My sister's hanging out at the disco.
3. Transient
A song against the idea of promiscuity.
I went to the mountains, and all I got was this guilt, and I'll carry it here with me, for more than a year or two. I could try to sell it, to anyone who cares, but I know no one will listen, so I'll keep it as my share. You know that I would give you everything that I had, but it'd be nice if you could tell me, just what is so bad.
Running out of town to see who follows or leads me to find another town, where I know of all the things that I should have done in another town. The people know all the myths and legends of my home town. Exile me because I know that's what I deserve.
I've spent enough time wondering where I'd like to be, so I know I'll never listen when they tell me what's best for me. If you'll live with me in the city I could never ask for more. I'll abandon all my selfish wants and pretend that I'm not bored.
Years spent, nomadically, I traversed all the world. Greece seems like a day spent in vein. Don't look back or it'll start again.
4. Jesus was no Commando [2008]
Jesus, a strong advocate of peace as well as love for your neighbor, is often used by Christians as a reason for war and hatred. This song points out this hypocrisy.
"I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ." -Gandhi
Twist your religion to conform to your personal beliefs. Use it as a tool to brainwash others, conformity increases. Ignore the clause about equality and love for all.
Prowar is not prolife. You choose your selfish pride over self sacrifice, so unto you these words I say, "could you practice what you preach? Can you practice what you preach?"
So you're trying to tell me that "God hates all the fags"? But he'll bless the murderers spilling blood for their flags? It seems a bit ironic, don't you think? Maybe it's time to sink below the surface and end the bigotry.
You claim that what you say is right, but you can bend the rules when it comes to a fight. Your quest to obtain your worldly possessions will lead you down the road to hypocrisy. With every word you say you prove yourself wrong, each contradiction reveals more ignorance, so stop trying to take away our rights, and we'll let you crawl back under your rock of corrupted morality.
"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are those who are merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake. Blessed are the peacemakers..."
Matthew 5: 5-10
I'm not going to kill because you tell me it's right. I'm not going to steal, because you tell me it's right. I'm not going to hoard, because you tell me it's right. I won't exploit, because you tell me it's right.
And I'm not going to conform to your ethical hypocrisy.
Jesus, a strong advocate of peace as well as love for your neighbor, is often used by Christians as a reason for war and hatred. This song points out this hypocrisy.
"I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ." -Gandhi
Twist your religion to conform to your personal beliefs. Use it as a tool to brainwash others, conformity increases. Ignore the clause about equality and love for all.
Prowar is not prolife. You choose your selfish pride over self sacrifice, so unto you these words I say, "could you practice what you preach? Can you practice what you preach?"
So you're trying to tell me that "God hates all the fags"? But he'll bless the murderers spilling blood for their flags? It seems a bit ironic, don't you think? Maybe it's time to sink below the surface and end the bigotry.
You claim that what you say is right, but you can bend the rules when it comes to a fight. Your quest to obtain your worldly possessions will lead you down the road to hypocrisy. With every word you say you prove yourself wrong, each contradiction reveals more ignorance, so stop trying to take away our rights, and we'll let you crawl back under your rock of corrupted morality.
"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are those who are merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake. Blessed are the peacemakers..."
Matthew 5: 5-10
I'm not going to kill because you tell me it's right. I'm not going to steal, because you tell me it's right. I'm not going to hoard, because you tell me it's right. I won't exploit, because you tell me it's right.
And I'm not going to conform to your ethical hypocrisy.
5. Destroy the Wall [2008]
In 2007, while republicans and democrats argued over how best to reform immigration, a bill came before congress suggesting a wall be built along the Mexico/USA border to deter Mexican citizens from entering our country. While the idea was completely absurd, it still received support. Since writing this song, the bill has failed, and many people have forgotten about the Mexican Wall.
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This country has a problem keeping outsiders at bay, and with all of our wealth we are like kids at play, refusing to give to those who're in need. We treat them like flies. "We have to keep them off our feast"
They say "we'll build a wall to keep the immigrants out."
They say "we'll build a wall to keep greed throughout."
We could solve the problems by easing immigration laws, but that would put less money in the lazy American paws.
They say "we'll build a wall to make our problems go away."
They say "we'll build a wall" and all our problems seem to go away...
Now we've built our wall, but they still find ways around. So we've wasted our time instead of...
Feeding the poor
Healing the sick
Cleaning the sky
Healing the masses
Housing the homeless
Curing the ill
Rebuilding the rubble
and helping the helpless
Destroy the wall*.
6. Solipsist [2009]
An exploration, not profession, of the belief of solipsism. The repetition of the phrase "I am" is a reference to a Jewish and Christian word for God (Yahweh) and Descartes's reasoning behind his belief in Solipsism.
You made me in your mind. You invent the reasons why you don't control the universe. My thoughts, my life, my decisions, my soul are yours...
I am the beginning. Born, my eyes see first light, created in my subconscious. When days pass, I rest.
My self awareness assures me of my existence, but yours I cannot see. You are the boat I anchor, protecting the vessel from the grasp of oblivion: drifting away into nothingness.
I see creation, death, but my own I cannot see. I am the end.
I made you in my mind. I am the reason why you exist.
A dream-like reality, the sole being I am. I am the ruler, governing existence.
I am.
7. Prohibition [2009]
A song about a relationship.
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Well you do say I'm unkind, the things that I do. Prohibition* makes me seem alright. I'm locked in a cage of misdirected rage, violence caused by anger and revenge, but mostly fear for my life, your life, our life, together or apart.
Well I know you like a shelter, a roof over your head, but I like the jungle so we'll build a cabin in the woods.
Two forces of equal strength and might at odds. To prove their cause is just they fight. Neither gaining, but both losing. We end our feudal age crusade.
Freedom seems to be the solution. Release the prisoner to find his incarceration was the reason for his animosity. Wipe away the past to begin anew.
A time of healing and forgiveness sows the fabric flame once separated, and happiness shall reign again.
In 2007, while republicans and democrats argued over how best to reform immigration, a bill came before congress suggesting a wall be built along the Mexico/USA border to deter Mexican citizens from entering our country. While the idea was completely absurd, it still received support. Since writing this song, the bill has failed, and many people have forgotten about the Mexican Wall.
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This country has a problem keeping outsiders at bay, and with all of our wealth we are like kids at play, refusing to give to those who're in need. We treat them like flies. "We have to keep them off our feast"
They say "we'll build a wall to keep the immigrants out."
They say "we'll build a wall to keep greed throughout."
We could solve the problems by easing immigration laws, but that would put less money in the lazy American paws.
They say "we'll build a wall to make our problems go away."
They say "we'll build a wall" and all our problems seem to go away...
Now we've built our wall, but they still find ways around. So we've wasted our time instead of...
Feeding the poor
Healing the sick
Cleaning the sky
Healing the masses
Housing the homeless
Curing the ill
Rebuilding the rubble
and helping the helpless
Destroy the wall*.
6. Solipsist [2009]
An exploration, not profession, of the belief of solipsism. The repetition of the phrase "I am" is a reference to a Jewish and Christian word for God (Yahweh) and Descartes's reasoning behind his belief in Solipsism.
You made me in your mind. You invent the reasons why you don't control the universe. My thoughts, my life, my decisions, my soul are yours...
I am the beginning. Born, my eyes see first light, created in my subconscious. When days pass, I rest.
My self awareness assures me of my existence, but yours I cannot see. You are the boat I anchor, protecting the vessel from the grasp of oblivion: drifting away into nothingness.
I see creation, death, but my own I cannot see. I am the end.
I made you in my mind. I am the reason why you exist.
A dream-like reality, the sole being I am. I am the ruler, governing existence.
I am.
7. Prohibition [2009]
A song about a relationship.
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Well you do say I'm unkind, the things that I do. Prohibition* makes me seem alright. I'm locked in a cage of misdirected rage, violence caused by anger and revenge, but mostly fear for my life, your life, our life, together or apart.
Well I know you like a shelter, a roof over your head, but I like the jungle so we'll build a cabin in the woods.
Two forces of equal strength and might at odds. To prove their cause is just they fight. Neither gaining, but both losing. We end our feudal age crusade.
Freedom seems to be the solution. Release the prisoner to find his incarceration was the reason for his animosity. Wipe away the past to begin anew.
A time of healing and forgiveness sows the fabric flame once separated, and happiness shall reign again.
8. Legalize Heroine in Virginia [2005]
This was a song written almost exclusively through improvisation. It therefore has no meaning, but some have suggested it is a reflection of my life or my belief about the perfect society.
New Way:
I hate my boss and my job. I've been doing lots of hard liquor and drugs, and I like to think she lives in a sink in Virginia.
I live in a house that's a mess. I like to watch women undress, and some people think I'm insane, because I live with half a brain in Virginia, and we have no self esteem, that's why we live by the soda machine in Virginia.
I need to fly to Japan to get away from the man, but the president said that I needed a job, so I started working for the mob in Virginia.
There are lots of Poles in Virginia. They live down the street from me, and they like to smoke their Jane, because there is no cocaine in Virginia.
This was a song written almost exclusively through improvisation. It therefore has no meaning, but some have suggested it is a reflection of my life or my belief about the perfect society.
New Way:
I hate my boss and my job. I've been doing lots of hard liquor and drugs, and I like to think she lives in a sink in Virginia.
I live in a house that's a mess. I like to watch women undress, and some people think I'm insane, because I live with half a brain in Virginia, and we have no self esteem, that's why we live by the soda machine in Virginia.
I need to fly to Japan to get away from the man, but the president said that I needed a job, so I started working for the mob in Virginia.
There are lots of Poles in Virginia. They live down the street from me, and they like to smoke their Jane, because there is no cocaine in Virginia.
9. Effeminate [2007]
A general comment about the macho man stereotype and our feelings against it.
Excerpt from original song
Excerpt from a Jam session
He's right, he's sold in you.
Eyes like a baby to live in the street. The harder you hold on, they'll think of you beat. Why can't you see past? The well isn't deep. Growing is white until you're found in a creek.
Animal instincts in a cultural beast finding communion in tasting the feast.
Wanting that which you never could have and wondering now why your skin has grown scaled.
A general comment about the macho man stereotype and our feelings against it.
Excerpt from original song
Excerpt from a Jam session
He's right, he's sold in you.
Eyes like a baby to live in the street. The harder you hold on, they'll think of you beat. Why can't you see past? The well isn't deep. Growing is white until you're found in a creek.
Animal instincts in a cultural beast finding communion in tasting the feast.
Wanting that which you never could have and wondering now why your skin has grown scaled.
Punk is Freedom (2007)
1. Intro
2. Patriot Among Thieves
3. For the People, By the People
4. I Love the Government
5. Pax Americana
6. Unconstitutional
7. Punk is Freedom
8. The Price We Pay
9. Pessimist
10. Black Eyed Susan
11. Self Medication
12. Obituary
13. Prisoner
14. Apathy
15. Silphium
16. Molly
17. Transient
18. My Sister's Hanging Out at the Disco
19. Legalize Heroine in Virginia
20. Censor This
Played at the beginning of every concert since we began playing out in 2006. The lyrics are modeled off the preamble of the United States Declaration of Independence and are a modern call for government reform. Though the music has changed somewhat overtime, the words remain the same.
New Way:
Old Way:
Through our the course of history, necessity demands that one people separate themselves from another. We just want to live in peace and have our own thoughts. But when these truths and equalities have been worn thin, we hold the right to do it all again.
2. Patriot Among Thieves [2006]
After learning that democrats were supporting a bill to reinstate the draft, we were outraged. We began thinking about every man and woman in the country going to war, fighting for something many do not believe in, a war similar to Vietnam. This song asks that people stand up for what they believe in (the belief this country was founded upon).
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They promised you your freedom, but you know you'll never be free. You cry out, "bloody murder!" and they'll throw you to the sea. If you like you can take a gun, but it doesn't matter anyway because they don't care if you live or die, as long as you buy your stay.
Drafted to the front line, stabbed in the back. Drafted to the front line, to die in Vietraq. Drafted to the front line, feel your world decay. Drafted to the front line, throw your life away.
They say you're part of something good, they say that everything's ok. They make you smart and build you up, even pay your way. So what if they take your life, at least they give you decent wage, but if you try to run away, they'll chase to to your grave.
Will you stand up for what you believe? Or will you conform to society? When the time come to set your free will you be a Patriot Among Thieves*?
3. For the People, By the People [2007]
A request to the citizens of the United States to stand up for what THEY believe in, not for what political parties force on our government system which forces people to follow them blindly like a local sports team.
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They say their representing you, but that's not what they plan to do. Power hungry politicians, world domination is their mission. Democracy died long ago. It's time for change and we all know you can't afford to give them slack. We have to take our country back.
For the people, by the people, we have to take our country back.
Democrats and republicans fight their wars, but who the hell are they fighting for? They use the people for their pawns to keep the flames burning on.
As they pacify, we'll deify. As we find our constitution being crucified, we need to take our country back.
4. I Love the Government [2006]
This song shows a progression from complete support and adoration of the government to rebellion and hate. It points out various legislative problems, such as a drinking age, but no remorse for anyone dying in our streets plagued by addiction; invasion of privacy through breaches of the 4th amendment (most recently the patriot act, but not excluding other such bills), and a war that has hurt thousands of people and helped very few.
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I love the goverment*. I want to marry the president. I love the government, but he doesn't want to hear it.
5. Pax Americana [2006]
This song examines the similarities between Roman Empire and the United States of America. We believe that we have entered "Pax Americana," and era similar to "Pax Romana." During this time, the Romans stopped expansion, and mainly fought against small groups of nomads and barbarians. The time is also marked by laziness and a belief of superiority. The Roman Empire fell soon after.
6. Unconstitutional [2005]
A support of same sex marriage on the basis that government can not interfere with life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
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I pledge my allegiance to the "fags" through all the abuse and persecution. Burn the bloody tainted rags and join the fucking revolution.
Tradition's great but I don't want to hear any more politicians telling me what love is for. Meaningless reasons for supporting a law, marriage is for some but not for all.
Everywhere I look I see a homophobe beating up my friends to save him from his own, but he's just a stupid little bastard. You've got to raise your voice or you will never be heard.
7. Punk Is Freedom [2007]
A song about the feeling punk rock gives you.
Going to a punk rock show on a Saturday night. By the time they play the first chord, I know everything's alright. Drums, bass and screaming guitar, they've got a mosh pit on the stage. When I get that music in me, it releases me from my cage.
Punk rock, freedom rock, soul liberty, when you hear that music, it sets you free. Punk rock, freedom rock, soul liberty, when you hear that music, you know you're free.
See some punk rock unity, a spinning circle pit. The guitarist played a wrong chord, you know I don't give a shit. Flying bass and broken guitar, the drummer jumped off the stage. We all hang out after the show, because we're equals you and me.
8. The Price We Pay [2006]
A song about a hypothetical world with out money. We believe that society is not yet ready for a world like this, but we think people should work toward such and existence.
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And with the passing industry the Franklins burn in the street.
Throw down your chains and run with me. Tomorrow's laughs will drain the seas. Concrete prison won't rescue me. Disguised as one in unity.
Society's prisoners wait to see the collapse of monetary tyranny. If only we could let it be, we'd never pay another fee.
Will all the world sitting on it's knees from all the greed and hypocrisy. We can dream of being free, by buying all our liberties.
It's just the price we pay*
9. Pessimist [2007]
Many people chose to accept humanity as evil. They'd rather sit back and deal with how things are. We chose to keep our faith in humans and work for a better tomorrow.
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You can accept that everybody sucks, that the world is going to hell, deny the potential of human life and drag yourself into the ground. Place the blame on somebody else and save yourself the guilt. Just remember when the world gets fucked, there was nothing you could do.
You can accept that everybody sucks, that the world is going to hell, but you might find that your life gets run into the ground. Everyday when you wake up, you complain that everything is shit, but you don't do a damn thing except to screw us over again.
But when you accept that every body sucks, that the world is going to hell, you neglect to realize there's something you can do. You sitting on your ass all day, "I could protest the war... Nah, let's watch the big screen and forget about the poor."
10. Black Eyed Susan [2006]
An anti domestic abuse (or any kind of abuse) song.
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Black Eyed Susan* is going to walk into a door. Black Eyed Susan* can't see anymore. Black Eyed Susan* never wanted to fight, it just seems that her husband's always right.
When Black Eyed Susan* was a little girl, daddy always had punches to hurl. Mommy drinking, laying on the floor, tonight Susan is gonna see some gore.
Black Eyed Susan*
Black Eyed Susan* never knew about love, she bit like a bat, though she was really a dove. She chewed on her veins until they turned blue, escaping from pain the only way she knew.
One night Susan got fed up with it all. She picked up a knife and stormed down the hall. She went for her husband, but she missed and she fell, then he said "bitch you can burn in hell."
Never got the justice she deserved. Her husband said the fault was all hers. Mommy and daddy said to her all they gave, but all she got was that shallow grave.
11. Self Medication [2005]
A song written about a friend of mine who confided that she was abused by her father. I later found out that she was lying.
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My baby's here to bring me joy. They'll use you like a toy. Sir what will you pay? The price rose by a dollar today.
Self medication*, wishing for someone with dedication. Hear screaming echo through the halls. Catch you before you start to fall.
You're getting older now, I need money for a root canal. I like when I push you around and see your writhing on the ground.
Tomorrow will send you away, but I'll hold on to you until my dying day, my medication, your dedication.
12. Obituary [2006]
After 4 years of difficult depression, this was my way of apologizing to and thanking my friends who stayed around.
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Who's gonna come to my funeral? Will there be anybody there? Are you gonna come to my funeral? Is there anybody who cares?
I'm sorry for all that I've done.
Is everybody leaving? I don't really know. Is everybody leaving me out in the cold? Will you help me when I'm trapped in a snare? Or will you just laugh as I gasp for air?
13. Prisoner [2007]
The parent must remember that the child's life is not a second chance at their own.
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Lock you in a padded cell. You're my egg I'll be your shell. Keep you safe here in our herd. You're mommy's fucking little girl.
I want to live your life for you.
Hush little baby don't say a word, I'll keep you safe here from the world. Abide by me and stand by me, but I'll never let you leave. You can't breathe.
The sinless saint who tells us what we can do. The mindless king who knows what's good for you. I just what my nights, out of the lights of you.
14. Apathy [2007]
When you work for years spreading news of government corruption, unnecessary war, and ways to fix the problems, but you are greeted with nothing but apathy, it leads you to believe hope for change is lost.
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I can feel myself sliding off a path of self destruction into a pit of nothingness I think they call it nihilism. It's the place where all the burn outs go when they realize all of their work has been for naught.
When no one shares the fear of tyranny, or wants to fix this fucked country, hope seems like a dream.
15. Silphium [2006]
A method of birth control used in the ancient world.
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My insanity is wearing her down. She's getting tired of me I'm just making her frown. I am so damn insecure, I know I'm wasting my time. I wish she would just tell me that I've crossed the line.
Me and my friend we go deep inside my shell. I don't know what to say I just wish we were well. Going down to the bottom of a lake I don't have much time. As we lay in the cave we listen to the signs.
Most of my time is spent wandering around. I don't know what to do so we listen to the sounds. We sure to love our time deep within our shell. I don't know to do, fucking wish that we were well.
16. Molly [2007]
A song about a hypothetical girl.
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Make your sacrifice to New York's bride. Sting away those crimson paintings stored deep inside. Taste the cleansing salts to ease your mind. When they control morality you can call us blind.
Can't run from the tide. Lost as I wait for time. She couldn't redefine the life that was shadowed by her name.
Surgical scars build thick wooden walls. Intimidation and speculation block out the calls. You could keep beating your dead horse, but don't be surprised when you get no remorse.
The malformed cavity which swallowed the tree is everyday the vision that she sees. She couldn't find the answers for the truth, a constant reminder of wasted youth.
17. Transient [2007]
A song against the idea of promiscuity.
I went to the mountains, and all I got was this guilt, and I'll carry it here with me, for more than a year or two. I could try to sell it, to anyone who cares, but I know no one will listen, so I'll keep it as my share. You know that I would give you everything that I had, but it'd be nice if you could tell me, just what is so bad.
Running out of town to see who follows or leads me to find another town, where I know of all the things that I should have done in another town. The people know all the myths and legends of my home town. Exile me because I know that's what I deserve.
I've spent enough time wondering where I'd like to be, so I know I'll never listen when they tell me what's best for me. If you'll live with me in the city I could never ask for more. I'll abandon all my selfish wants and pretend that I'm not bored.
Years spent, nomadically, I traversed all the world. Greece seems like a day spent in vein. Don't look back or it'll start again.
Running out of town to see who follows or leads me to find another town, where I know of all the things that I could buy in another town, but this is our home and I would never want to go to some strange town, until the end of time I will stay here with you.
18. My Sister's Hanging Out at the Disco [2006]
Similar in message to "music is words." The music for this song was rewritten in 2009 to fit our newer style, and re-released on "Single and Ready to Mingle."
New Way:
She's got a new phila. She's hanging out where there's mass hysteria. She's got an apartment down in Frisco, so she can chill at the disco.
She's going to a show tonight to see the band everybody says is alright. They're listening to them on the radio; another five minute sensation.
My sister's hanging out at the disco.
19. Legalize Heroine in Virginia [2005]
This was a song written almost exclusively through improvisation. It therefore has no meaning, but some have suggested it is a reflection of my life or my belief about the perfect society.
New Way:
I hate my boss and my job. I've been doing lots of hard liquor and drugs, and I like to think she lives in a sink in Virginia.
I live in a house that's a mess. I like to watch women undress, and some people think I'm insane, because I live with half a brain in Virginia, and we have no self esteem, that's why we live by the soda machine in Virginia.
I need to fly to Japan to get away from the man, but the president said that I needed a job, so I started working for the mob in Virginia.
There are lots of Poles in Virginia. They live down the street from me, and they like to smoke their Jane, because there is no cocaine in Virginia.
20. Censor This
Shit
Fuck
Bitch
Censor This
The Christmas Album (2007)
1. Hey
2. Asbestos Ruins Christmas Carols
3. Jingle Bells
4. White Christmas
5. What the Fuck?
6. Souljaboy
7. Last Caress
8. Greensleeves
9. Two Front Teeth
10. Night Before Christmas
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Music Is Words [2010]
A response to the over simplification of pop music. It has been reduced to words and is barely music anymore. This song repeats these 4 sentences many times with classical and modern compositional techniques to prove our point.
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Music is words*, yea, you don't have to tell me because I heard it on the radio. It's oversimplified for mass enjoyment while the true meaning is lost. Music is words*, words with out soul, words, just words, words you've heard. Before you know what hunger is, do you really need to eat?
Jordan (The Oasis) [2010]
Biblical style lyrics stating a belief that by taking responsibility for your actions, you can live a better life.
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The slanderer lays down his trespasses upon the head of the goat. He hides behind a veil of shadows: the scape. Escape from the desert, the mirage offers a shelter to the transgressor. There will be no exodus for the ones who expel the beast. The mist clears, for the righteous safe passage is granted. Drought and famine steal life from the disparagers left to wander the scorched earth longing for purpose. Only those who acknowledge their iniquities will be delivered through the fires and into a realm of forest, river and prosperity. Accept your failings to find an answer, liberation, and extrication from guilt.
Body of Protest [2009]
This song was inspired by the Tibetan riots in China that were put down by the government and covered up.
Stumbling down the winding streets of this Tibetan City, the Body of Protest * screams to be heard over the gunfire, arms swinging wildly like a club trying to find bone.
Cut with broken glass, its foot drags slowly behind.
As the red curtain of censorship falls, the Body of Protest goes limp from suffocation, silenced in its futile throes trying to escape dishonor and obedience.
Killer's Mind [2009]
A reaction to the 2008 shootings at Virginia Tech. This song explores what creates a murderer and the possibility that, given different life circumstances, such people could do wonderful things for the human race.
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Anger at society, at those who surround you. Rage contained, a steel chest its home, locked. First a hut, into a castle. Fortified iron walls. Dreams. You can make a change, a brilliant mind struck by turmoil.
Now, revenge, the captain, ship steers to rough waters. Earth pierces flesh. Act fast to save the crew, abstract concept, top concern.
Meant to save man, he turned into a beast corrupted by his own emotions. Against his damsel he would turn for the greater good.
Poetic homicide, drastic measure of drastic situation. Last resort of a broken soul trod and trampled by a world of alienation. His knowledge would drown.
Poetic suicide, I hope someone will listen.
Into the Woods [2009]
A song about a life changing experience when I choose to live in the forests of Loch Raven Reservoir. The decision was short lived.
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I've had my fill of purple flavored condoms, and being a minute out of a month. I tore down my soul's temple; rebuilt it from the ground. Taking my sick leave. 3 day supply, my life on my back, taking control.
Into the woods to find what I'm searching for. Emotions numb, breeds preseverence. Into the woods, two sided ambition.
The mountains gave me no consolation. Cold snow coats pine trees, coats your emotion. Upon return, but to home not normalcy, while in the dungeon, I seek reparation. The answer told is like alteration so I make my journey
Into the woods to live without boundaries. What have I found? Not just nothing, fear. Into the woods to live without living. I approach the cove, and watch the water. The transparency reveals the bounty of life below.
Revelation surrounds, causes reconsideration. A nameless Heroin comes to the rescue. Mistaken salvation motivates with hope.
Turning around I climb through the debris and cross the lucid water running through my path as the sounds of my destination renew my fervor. The brush thickens as I draw near. Vines and thorns block my exit, but I tear through them to emerge on the asphalt.
The uphill battle continues as I attempt to leave the world I sought to create for myself. The cold air pierces my flesh, ice runs through my skeleton. Smoke fills my lungs, it doesn't help, I return them. Hunger tears at my intestines, a beast trying to escape.
The mountain doesn't look as high from the top, I see others in the distance.
I descend upon the town, the change made, I return home.
I go back for my things. I feel no connection to the land I left.
A response to the over simplification of pop music. It has been reduced to words and is barely music anymore. This song repeats these 4 sentences many times with classical and modern compositional techniques to prove our point.
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Music is words*, yea, you don't have to tell me because I heard it on the radio. It's oversimplified for mass enjoyment while the true meaning is lost. Music is words*, words with out soul, words, just words, words you've heard. Before you know what hunger is, do you really need to eat?
Jordan (The Oasis) [2010]
Biblical style lyrics stating a belief that by taking responsibility for your actions, you can live a better life.
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The slanderer lays down his trespasses upon the head of the goat. He hides behind a veil of shadows: the scape. Escape from the desert, the mirage offers a shelter to the transgressor. There will be no exodus for the ones who expel the beast. The mist clears, for the righteous safe passage is granted. Drought and famine steal life from the disparagers left to wander the scorched earth longing for purpose. Only those who acknowledge their iniquities will be delivered through the fires and into a realm of forest, river and prosperity. Accept your failings to find an answer, liberation, and extrication from guilt.
Body of Protest [2009]
This song was inspired by the Tibetan riots in China that were put down by the government and covered up.
Stumbling down the winding streets of this Tibetan City, the Body of Protest * screams to be heard over the gunfire, arms swinging wildly like a club trying to find bone.
Cut with broken glass, its foot drags slowly behind.
As the red curtain of censorship falls, the Body of Protest goes limp from suffocation, silenced in its futile throes trying to escape dishonor and obedience.
Killer's Mind [2009]
A reaction to the 2008 shootings at Virginia Tech. This song explores what creates a murderer and the possibility that, given different life circumstances, such people could do wonderful things for the human race.
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Anger at society, at those who surround you. Rage contained, a steel chest its home, locked. First a hut, into a castle. Fortified iron walls. Dreams. You can make a change, a brilliant mind struck by turmoil.
Now, revenge, the captain, ship steers to rough waters. Earth pierces flesh. Act fast to save the crew, abstract concept, top concern.
Meant to save man, he turned into a beast corrupted by his own emotions. Against his damsel he would turn for the greater good.
Poetic homicide, drastic measure of drastic situation. Last resort of a broken soul trod and trampled by a world of alienation. His knowledge would drown.
Poetic suicide, I hope someone will listen.
Into the Woods [2009]
A song about a life changing experience when I choose to live in the forests of Loch Raven Reservoir. The decision was short lived.
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I've had my fill of purple flavored condoms, and being a minute out of a month. I tore down my soul's temple; rebuilt it from the ground. Taking my sick leave. 3 day supply, my life on my back, taking control.
Into the woods to find what I'm searching for. Emotions numb, breeds preseverence. Into the woods, two sided ambition.
The mountains gave me no consolation. Cold snow coats pine trees, coats your emotion. Upon return, but to home not normalcy, while in the dungeon, I seek reparation. The answer told is like alteration so I make my journey
Into the woods to live without boundaries. What have I found? Not just nothing, fear. Into the woods to live without living. I approach the cove, and watch the water. The transparency reveals the bounty of life below.
Revelation surrounds, causes reconsideration. A nameless Heroin comes to the rescue. Mistaken salvation motivates with hope.
Turning around I climb through the debris and cross the lucid water running through my path as the sounds of my destination renew my fervor. The brush thickens as I draw near. Vines and thorns block my exit, but I tear through them to emerge on the asphalt.
The uphill battle continues as I attempt to leave the world I sought to create for myself. The cold air pierces my flesh, ice runs through my skeleton. Smoke fills my lungs, it doesn't help, I return them. Hunger tears at my intestines, a beast trying to escape.
The mountain doesn't look as high from the top, I see others in the distance.
I descend upon the town, the change made, I return home.
I go back for my things. I feel no connection to the land I left.
Perspective [2008]
This song acknowledges the importance of examining all perspectives before appointing blame. The first line is a reference to Matthew 7
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I'm told, "there's a log in [my] eye," an elusive phantom no mirrors can show me, but I can see the speck in yours.
Perhaps the glass through which we look is not as clean as we may think, and while from on a hill where perspective has changed, our neighbor remarks on our tainted pane, but we can see quite well the shattered window above.
The Cop Theory [2008]
This song questions the idea of giving a few people complete control over the masses. While we acknowledge that many police officers (perhaps even most) respect the responsibilities that come with their great power, we (and hopefully all people) also realize that some do abuse their power for their own benefits, as well as our harm.
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Tazers drawn, chasing down a kid in the street. He's fleeing from the scene so he must be guilty until proven innocent they'll see to your punishment. Metal meets the flesh and he goes down screaming "Mercy!" but his cries are never heard. The pigs kill again, they call it justice. Rewarded for what they have done, community protection. It's not a crime, it was "necessary force." The cops will kill again.
Sees a pretty girls walking late at night. He's feeling kind of horny, "bet she'll make a great playmate." He knows he'll get away with it enticing him to try, "Who're they going to believe an officer or some whore?" so he runs her down, hand cuffs are drawn, "you're coming with me." As he takes her she tries to get away, she kicks, she screams, she cries, but there's no one to help. When authority's corrupt, there's no one to trust. Equal protection? Bullshit! ...Because he's a cop. So no one is safe at night.
My theory is that sadistic, little children who steal everything they desire will one day carry a gun and use it to enforce what they call justice: excusing abuse of power and short comings in the line of duty.
A low supply of police creates low standards, so when wife-beating, chauvinistic bigots express interest, they are handed complete control over every man, woman, and child.
Spread your new found knowledge to initiate reform and disprove The Cop Theory*. For if the theory remains true, we will become slaves to the iron gears, shackled helplessly, mindlessly moving in accordance with each rotation.
Officers, not tyrants, to patrol the streets
Officers don't kill to control conflict.
Liability [2008]
We strongly disagree with the idea of a government protecting its people from themselves. We advocate the idea of people making as many decisions for themselves as possible. However, over time, we have lost the privilege to make these decisions because a select few have very loudly asked for excessive protection (usually in civil lawsuits over Liability)
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It's become common practice to call the family lawyer before the family doctor to find somebody to blame. No responsibility, at what cost? Our freedom.
If you accept the consequences of what you have done, we can take control.
We want our rights, freedom from protection, because the capacity of decision is part of the human condition.
Your selfish need for protection and reassurance of safety (you need somebody to blame) leads to the further destruction of humanity's natural state. To find some body to... The price to place the blame.
Is it worth sacrificing control to be immune?
Lack of common sense leads to the oppression of the masses. We trust in or government to define our morality, but they pad our cells to pad our wallets. Their cases of liability create laws which destroy humanity.
Sell Out Police [2008]
The punk rock community claims to embrace creativity and change, but often lashes out at bands that show these traits branding them as sell outs, ruining their career and message by turning their fanbase against them. We call such people within the community the Sell Out Police.
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Well we've found some bands trying to change their sound, trying to create their own style, breaking all the rules laid down by punk, expressing creativity. We have to act now to keep punk sounding the same, to keep these bands from finding success. So we've made a special task force, just for them, ensuring their complete demise.
We've found some bands trying to change their sound, and people like it so it must be wrong.
...And everything starts to sound the same.
Punk's becoming an exclusive club that begs for change then screams it's wrong, so creative thoughts are killed by closed minds.
They're quick to point a finger, like cops drunk with authority. They patrol the streets with their billy clubs drawn. They're ruthless in their judgment. They spread lies and bigotry. They're the Sell Out Police*.
Scolding bands that want their voice heard, you say popularity is "discrimination and violence, prejudice and greed, capitalism and war," so the message remains unknown. Individual thoughts drown; conformity.
A "sell out" is a band that sacrifices music for money. They say "let's make it big, screw all of our fans, we'll make music that appeals to the ignorant masses." So they make some shitty records, receive worldwide acclaim, make more money that they can shove up their asses, and have sex with all the pre-teenage girls who adore them. But it would be wrong to say that every band that doesn't sound exactly like the Ramones, or has a following of more than ten fans, or has some cheap merchandise for sale, or has some records on a major label should be put into a category with the soulless slaves to the industry they used to hate.
Labeling kills the new ideas that we've all been longing for and punk rock claims to promote, but the perceived requirements of membership strip bands of originality, so like a politician spewing false promises of freedom and equality, punk rock sabotages the bands that defy it's conflicting laws putting an end to necessary change. When change falls to societal submission everything sounds the same.
Personal Hierarchy [2008]
A statement against people who put themselves far above others.
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It must be nice to sit up on your throne, and tell the little peasants what they can do. It must be nice to be the vulture queen, pecking at our hopes and our dreams. You who can see through my mask into my soul have found your powers to control. And behind we, your loyal subjects, find that you've conspired, spit upon our names, tell us the rules we are to follow, rules you'll break.
King, king, beloved king, you always no what's right. Please excuse me if it seems I've put up fight. King, king, beloved king, I always will obey. Don't say I'm hiding when I'm right in front of your eyes.
You've killed again, blood money for the poor, who do your bidding to live another day, blindsided by your lies again.
Kinggie, Queenie, mere peons we're to you, so Kinggie, Queenie, rebellion doth end soon.
Kinggie, Queenie, your tyranny ends soon.
Life Incorporated [2007]
In the business world, if you are not a cut-throat, you will not succeed. This song portrays life as if it were a business and rebukes anyone who might try to run it as one.
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The cost of a life, how much would you pay? Judge it's worth with greed and apathy. Box it up and send it over seas. With the new Chinese market we'll be rolling in money.
You'd sell out your life, and your values, and your mind. You'd sell out your life, just to make a dime. You'd sell out your kind, and everything that matters to you, because the world is a business and you're gonna own it too.
Greed that burns like a fire empowers you. Like a slave you follow its command. The flames consume. Seduced by the beast he leads you, takes your hand, and he'll force you to do his will. You will pay the price for you have tasted sweet indulgence. The world will never know a greater evil than that of your greed.
You'll lie, you'll plunder, pillage, kill, because you want to have it all.
I don't want to be like you.
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