1. Jordan's First Choice
2. Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious
3. Reinventing Axl Rose
4. We Did It All For Don
5. Pints Of Guinness Make You Strong
6. Untitled Track
Jordan's First Choice
Tell me how could you compromise yourself like
this? How can you blame anyone else when you aren't really committed?
Where was your head when you broke that promise to yourself, the one where
you don't forget every life lesson that happened before your eyes?
So you don't wake up to regret she's gone years away. You had hopes
and dreams of a day where everything would come together. You wouldn't
have to be so scared. Are we just working until a day we decide we've
had enough? All along we were strong enough to be sick of it.
Put them all back in their fucking place. We were never in this together.
The reality that you know is just behind your idea of a society, security
and self. Am I just fucked up cause I can't remember the last time
any of this made sense, the last time I could stand up to myself?
Street faces all blend into one, they ask for spare change. Am I
forgetting what it looks like from the other side, have I forgotten where
I've come from?
Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious
We're all presidents, we're all congressmen, we're
all cops in waiting. We are the workers of the world. There
is the elite and the dispossessed. It's only about survival.
Who has the skill to play the game for what it's worth, and reach an obscure
kind of perfection. Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this
as possible. Let's try not to remember any names. We'll do
it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision. United we'll
make them remember our history. Or how we'd like to be told.
How we like to be told. We rock (as in the act of, not the state
of being) because it's us against them we found our own reasons to sing,
and it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that. When
people are either consumers or revolutionaries, enemies or friends.
Hanging onto the fringes of the cogs in the system. It's just about
knowing where everyone stands. All of the sudden people start talking
about guns, talking like they're going to war. Cause they found something
to die for. Start taking back what they stole, sure beats every other
option. But does it make a difference how we get it? Well do
you really fucking get it?
Reinventing Axl Rose
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night.
That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door. That would
travel one million miles and ask for nothing but a plate of food and a
place to rest. They'd strike chords that cut like a knife.
It would mean so much more than a t-shirt or ticket stub, they would stop
at nothing short of a massacre. Everyone would leave with the memory
that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always
belonged. We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist
in the air. Our arenas just basements and bookstores across an underground
america. With this fire we could. We want a scene where the
music is free, where beer is not the life of the party. There's no
need to shit talk or impress cause honesty and emotion are not looked down
upon. And every promise that's made and bragged would be meant if
not kept. We'd do it all because we have to not because we know why.
Beyond a gender race and class we could find what really holds us back.
Let's make everybody sing that they are the beginning and ending of everything.
That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should
fear.
We Did It All For Don
Please tell me why we couldn't stay. Don't
let this feeling ever go away. Let this memory forever be inside
of me, through every hour of every day. It's with the company of
these friends, that we drove on through the night. Behind the wheel
of armageddon. We're gonna force ourselves to live, thankful it's
hurt more than it's ever felt. It's just our means to an end... and
honestly we were armed with our best intentions, maybe those intentions
alone are just enough to get us anywhere but here, in the middle of america.
Because six cylinders will take us farther than any president. The
same promises that we forgot the last time, there's no difference between
staying and a bullet in the head. Maybe it's gonna come from the
radio, or the next 8 hour day, driving to the next town, a collect call
home to your best friend. We are the company we keep. We could
live off the dumpsters if we have to. Sell our blood by the pint
to make rent. This kind of dignity doesn't come easy, but you'll
never find it for sale.
Pints Of Guinness Make You Strong
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors, it's been 37
years since James died on St. Patrick's day in 1964. But she could
not hold it against him. There were times when there was nothing
she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together,
a picture of better days. And just like James I'll be drinking irish
tonight and the memory of this last workweek will be gone forever.
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight. If we're never together if I'm
never back again well I swear to god that I'll love you forever.
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight. In all the years that went by
she said she'd always love him, and from the day that he died she never
loved again. In his wallet she kept in her nightstand an A.A. card
and a lock of red hair. She kept secrets of pride locked so tight
in her heart it killed a part of her before the rest was gone. She
said, "If I would have known just how things would have ended up I just
would have let myself die."
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