1. T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)
2. Cliché Guevara
3. Mutiny On The Electronic Bay
4. Sink, Florida, Sink
5. Slurring The Rhythms
6. Rice And Bread
7. A Brief Yet Triumphant Intermission
(Instrumental)
8. Unsubstantiated Rumors...
9. You Look Like I Need A Drink
10. Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry
Balled Fists
11. Cavalier Eternel
T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)
The party's over, a cd skipping, it's the same
song repeating, grows more grating with each passing second... And
the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation, it was fun
while it lasted, but now we should be going. I hope everybody had
a real good time, the hospitality's partaken, my head is flying, my heart's
racing to keep up. I hope I haven't overdone it. I hope my
body can take it, I hope I make the occasion, it's only this fucked up
I start realizing all this living is just dying and if these are my friends,
if this is my home, if this is how I spend my nights, how I communicate,
and demonstrate a love of life. My eyes roll into the back of my
head, if these are the last words that I ever said, no I'm not ready to
die just yet.
Cliché Guevara
And we'll keep ourselves in a place where it's
easy to hold onto. The last threats came and went, this is the way
that wars are played. Always heading for a front, heading for a front,
we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that objection is
so cliché. So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of
the world? Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how
we are all the same. Well there's a lot of things that should be
said, so we're hammering six strings, machine gun in audible voices, this
is the party we came for. We stand in amazement of motion in a world
that is constantly revolving. With plans of invasion and arms races
racing we rock to the new sensation... a new way on?
Mutiny On The Electronic Bay
It's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend
this is an informed consent. That class division doesn't make an
infantry, there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities. And
the magazine spreads of fashion models gas masks in hand, it's ok, it's
alright, these are situations we learn to live in. When an invasion
can bring a country its freedom, then unconsciousness is true happiness,
no, I don't know what to say...
Sink, Florida, Sink
Not one more word tonight, between here and there,
we'll put a distance the size of the ocean so now this heart can beat a
skipping rhythm. As the cadence carries me I almost drift away far
enough to forget that when it comes you cannot hesitate. And when
found I will write an account and seal it in an envelope addressed to your
last known residence. And we sink, and we drown, and what is lost
can never be found, well these arms did swim until the lungs pulled in,
the panic was lost in a deep understanding that you will see what is wrong
with everything, what is wrong with you and me, they make all the right
reasons to fuck it up, you're gonna fuck it up.
Slurring The Rhythms
There was no cameras brought for pictures to hold
all the small details. We left them all behind. There was a
place for and there was a time for and now we arrive and leave again, there
is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections. I know one
day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant
to be hungry, exhausted, and alone. Destination is a point, destination
is a purpose, desperation is a reason to live... and this makes a heart
beat. This could be any day of any year. This could be any
stage in any city. All that matters is we are moving on. The
roadside graveyards pass and we escape repeating. The construction
of a nation building up and the destruction of a nation tearing down to
build again. Trailing tail lights like the ghosts of the past en
route to arrival. We are never going home.
Rice And Bread
How can you not find everything you need in all
of this? Potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in.
Sing your heart out, sing it like you mean it, you're gonna sing everything
your thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening.
Cause if it really brings us all together, I'd say that settles all arguments
of difference, surviving just by questioning, can you imagine if we all
started demanding. I can play along to every record, front and back
every song, and every word means as much to me as every word means to you.
They can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear,
if this is worth anything, we will sell it for humility, it will take us
farther than the posture you're fronting.
A Brief Yet Triumphant Intermission (Instrumental)
Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough For Me
To Base My Life Upon
I don't want to talk about it, I don't think you'd
understand, how things can get so fucked up with such good intentions.
If roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and literal
making of a bed. You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay.
They make bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh. For every push forward,
feels like you get the same fucking push back. When you had nowhere
to go, you found someplace, now with nothing to say you start lying what
the fuck was I thinking (You ask) I'm not sorry... I'd do it all
again. Now with all the lines so blurred between hate, love, and
revenge these are just dead feelings.
You Look Like I Need A Drink
In the closest alley, in the first doorway, pushed
up against her and closed his eyes. He said, "This is probably the
worst decision that I've ever made." She laughed and smiled.
She said, "I'm sure you do this all the time... right?" As the morning
came and the city woke into the building people all went to work, as their
rides out of town came they parted ways she said, "Do you know when your
coming back again?" Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still, bury
it up and over and into the ground, all these lies will grow in ways that
we never thought possible. If you quiet down, it's so soft of a sound,
you can hear it all coming back after you. Now you want to take it
back, you think you might have fucked up. Waking dreams of concrete,
deafening panic, cracked skull, there is yelling all around, get up, get
up please start breathing and the moment will come when you finally realize
the results of decisions and choices in your life, you hear it all coming
back after you.
Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore, wrapped in
comforters, sweating through sheets. Drink your coffee in the morning,
flown in on airplanes across vast seas. Your houses made of wood,
central air, central heat, your furniture of particle board, your doors
are locked for safety. You walk in leather shoes, pants of denim
a black cotton sweatshirt. You do what you do cause doing can start
to from a habit. You drink all night long, sleep through the morning
if something doesn't break I'm just going to go fucking insane. You
sweep and mop the floor when it's dirty, do the dishes when the sink's
full and when the refrigerator's empty well it's time to go to the store.
Put your books on a shelf, clothes arranged in the closet, you hang the
things on the walls that you don't want to be so easily forgotten.
I hate these songs, I hate the words that the singer is singing to me,
I hate this melody, I hate this stupid fucking drum beat. But I'm
not going to tell anyone what I'm really thinking about, keep them conversations
on the surface just keep on smiling just keep on saying everything's going
to be alright.
Cavalier Eternel
Girl, I'm sorry but I'm leaving. We're both
at fault, we're both to blame. It wasn't the other men, cause there
were other women. This just isn't love, it's just the remorse of
a loss of a feeling. Even if I stayed it just wouldn't be the same.
Double this drink up into the tallest glass you got, you know I ain't used
to sleeping all alone. Gonna make it to the moon tonight on a one
way kamikaze flight. If I could get so high I leave behind my problems,
take 'em out with the empty bottles. Me and this guitar are going
swingin' blind into the unknown. You know a song and a stage is all
I ever needed of a home. Someday I will call from a payphone in a
truck stop on the road and you'll tell me how much better off you've been
on your own.