1. No More Waiting
2. Mr. Hurtado
3. Two Kevins
4. Wright & Rong
5. Laundry Basket
6. Back To Home
7. The Bind
8. Nick Of Time
9. Long Run
10. Watch It Fall
11. Weight Of The World
12. Show Me
13. Captain
14. Dr. Jones
15. Instrumental Song (Instrumental)
16. Human Beat Box (Instrumental by Big
John)
No More Waiting
Rope burns hot against my skin my grip is tight,
but giving in my patience wearing like the wick strange for a stubborn
man who's skull is inches thick Tried hard not to lose my way but the detours
found their own, I've been around but there's no more waiting Beyond what
I've learned and what I've known a chance for my humility and my humbleness
to grow across the forest covered thick in pine search has been hampered
as my limbs are bound in twine Tried hard just to get away, but the ground
it sinks below I've been around but there's no more waiting I've got to
find myself before I sink below
Mr. Hurtado
Mr. Hurtado, are things going well for you?
And through all these times of push and pull it's hard to get things through.
Mr. Hurtado, are things going well for you? Got no time to wonder
why a hand kept on the door don't be afraid. Easily trusting those
who find the truth in me, befriending the ones with real integrity all
through the age of confusion and daze authentics are hard to find.
Stepping through the crowded room he'd only changed my mind, "It's not
that way." Mr. Hurtado, are things going well for you? And
through all these times of push and pull it's hard to get things through.
Mr. Hurtado, are things going well for you? Got no time to wonder
why a hand kept on the door don't be afraid. And guess who I chose
Mr. Hurtado.
Two Kevins
In the 3rd grade it was decisions that I made a
choice of admiration turned disdain A friendship betrayed by the whispers
of a boy who had turned all attention his way Learn to be friends at that
age it's hard to see Learn to fight your enemies we're attracted to those
things those things we wish we could be The two Kevins taught me a lesson,
a lesson in life a lesson in pain a lesson in friendship, a lesson I would
learn again and again. A changing of time as our interests went their
way and the friends we made passed us by A changing of place where we were
at that time and the course that our own lives would take Learn to be friends
to those who reach to you inside Learn to fight your enemies holding back
your fists because you can fight them with your mind The two Kevins taught
me a lesson, a lesson in life a lesson in pain a lesson in friendship,
a lesson I would learn again and again. They wouldn't learn who's
friendships were genuine it didn't shine through Eventually I saw the way
lead by the people who's hearts and souls and minds rang true.
Wright & Rong
Just pretend you're wrong escaped the high tide
feeling o cleared your head as such has led me to believe what couldn't
go I knew this all along I just misplaced it like the words I've said held
cherished as his own Just pretend you're wrong I know that something's
wrong inside I know each day I know what's right inside for me I know we'd
say Planned this time it's on his own eradicating chances as (his) only
intrigue of change don't take away his freedom to decide for himself as
it's the only means (he'll) illuminate his way Just pretend you're wrong
Laundry Basket
What the hell is up with that, When you can't buy
your own laundry basket? Why was I the victim? You stole my wicker
tool
I came inside to check on my clothing as they're
drying I could've sworn I left it in the apartment laundry room But now
it's gone my clothing in a bundle with socks, and pants, and underwear
falling to the ground Fuck the guy who took my shit and stole my laundry
basket If I see you with my basket in the laundry room I'll kick your ass
shit on clothes and take back my fuckin' laundry basket and then you'll
be the victim because you stole my wicker tool.
Back To Home
Once again you've made your point but it never
really makes a difference the only problem is that it's lying on the floor
So you want to pick it up it's always been in your court just like they've
always said on the floor it will remain Push your luck o hold your cards
up high a sense of time, but no sense of danger if only possible to bluff
your own way out. In the line of days been saved to show and use
as compensation no day lives stronger than the day I held my own They told
me to watch where I would stand on thin ice or shaky ground and I would
fall right in it's taken time to rummage through events that paved the
way All this time I'm keeping track of ones to keep and ones to throw away
My willingness to live carefree and unobtrusive has been trampled by the
strain so many know. And the tragic thing is being what's around
you ignoring all the signs that let it go Tired - I'm very tired can you
see me rounding back to home? Wired - I'm very wired can you see
me rounding back to home?
The Bind
Blind in the dark o the absence of light a letter
I cannot read I would vow not to forget, but I forgot. Once again
I found myself in a bind trapped by feelings that I thought that I'd left
behind... Standing on the driveway as I wave goodbye Even though the feeling's
right you'd better look at all the reasons decision is all your own even
though you think you're right
you can't forget what you believe in you used to
know Slowly I learn the nature of why the concept eludes my reasoning to
understand the methods and the motives surrounding you Once again I found
myself left behind trapped by feelings that I thought that I'd left in
a bind Standing on the driveway as I wave goodbye It's not the way that
I like to play
Nick Of Time
Don't step the days of your life on a treadmill
walk each day but cover no new ground there's something more ahead Exercise
the freedom to explore just who you are... but don't abuse that right It'll
drain you of your life From ahead look behind in the nick of time you can
mediate demise in the nick of time Remembering your friends who once occupied
your time the simpler things in life Isn't it a shame that you've lost
just what you had no regrets but lessons that live on inside your mind
From ahead look behind in the nick of time you can mediate demise in the
nick of time turn to yourself in the nick of time you can rely on no one
else In the nick of time
Long Run
Sitting in the back row, preoccupied while the
world is spinning around him he is locked up inside And the one that they
look to for answers holds the shackles as a threat to the little boy of
which requirements this little boy he has not met Thrown in a dungeon of
confinement that is devoid of the happiness that would help this little
boy Teased him with a rainbow when they knew there was no pot of gold but
it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told Hook him up to machines see
what they say is he blind, dumb, or ignorant; does he need a hearing aid?
And with a six page readout they had the answers and a plan What they had
was a blueprint to turn this boy into a man Thrown in a dungeon of confinement
that is devoid of the happiness that would help this little boy Teased
him with a rainbow when they knew there was no pot of gold but it wasn't
the richest lie they'd ever told In the long run I did fine
Watch It Fall
Trusting in time when they grew to age every time
they'd pushed his vice back they'd push him to rage Why would they watch
it all fall down? Why would they watch it all fall down? As
that family aged it seems, that family grew apart o mistaken as they'd
bleed Teased only by his careless thoughts gone wrong as for the urge to
stop, it pulled him far too strong It soaked him in scars, from low clouds
of grief he'd always been pushed passed his hopes and it impaired his beliefs
Why would they watch it all fall down? Why would they watch it all
fall down? As he taunted without shame at his father trembling hand
his gun was aimed o he'd been there for his son stood strong Broken hope
shot fired now his son is gone Why would they watch it all fall down?
Weight Of The World
You're the only one looking out for you everyone
else is looking for second chances After all the things that you go through
they want to pawn off all their problems they can't solve on you I don't
want to feel the weight of the world There's too much pressure but there's
time to find a better way to speak my mind than complaining and whining
it's your pressure you're defining Can't rely on all those people to do
the same for you independence makes you strong a willingness to carry on,
but you don't even try Try and try to get things right but it's a cause
that's been lost from the start I don't want to feel the weight of the
world I won't know what to think when the quicksand around us sinks everything
that's been standing in our way I don't know if we'll succeed in satisfying
everyone's needs cause clearly there's not enough hours in the day Just
to wake up no longer enough to tackle every day so I won't You've got it
rough and all you can do is sit around and complain well don't I don't
want to feel the weight of the world
Show Me
You told them all you'd do it and sure enough you've
done it but was your reasoning just to prove them wrong Your words are
thick black smoke but to you it doesn't matter just fan those flames uncontrolled
Mister show me the words just how far will you go? Show me the words
just how far will you go? A blacksmith of redemption careful to forge
impressions could they see your past they'd see that heavy load Are your
peers in trouble, too? Or are they after you? The only bounty
on your ego is your own Mister, show me the words just how far will you
go? Show me the words just how far will you go? Mister, show
me the words Just how far will you go? Now you've shown me the words,
just how far will you go? Tell me why you need proof signed and dated
what good will it do? Passing time duration is through once again
the cycle renewed
Captain
I've waited Long now it's my turn to make these
people respect and learn to pay attention to my every word I'll tend the
flock o you'll be part of the herd. I've spent my time I've paid
my dues maybe someday you'll be in my shoes but until that day comes 'round
I'll be the pitcher on the pitcher's mound Calling the shots throwing the
curves it's my pleasure to get on your nerves I love to be Captain of my
own team I've got no shame I've just got pride and that's the way you'll
treat me dignified cause it's balance that's in my command maybe someday
you will understand I will not move I will not budge there is no jury only
me as the judge but it's not my job to care The verdict's in and it's,
"Life isn't fair." Calling the shots throwing the curves it's my
pleasure to get on your nerves I love to be captain of my own team
Dr. Jones
Packed up his bags it's time to go no time for
headaches he's got this world to prove he's wrong Slipped through the cracks
they just don't know finding the relics it's been his business all along
With bullwhip in hand he goes don't compete with Dr. Jones in his endless
search for truth he just may end up after... Spending his time reading
each line finding the message the words are key to moving on Trapped with
the snakes and skulls in the cave where is the exit? The road to
rescue o he plows his own With bullwhip in hand he goes don't compete with
Dr. Jones in his endless search for truth he just may end up after you
With bullwhip in hand he goes don't compete with Dr. Jones out to find
what spells the truth he'll kick McGyver's weak ass, too.
Instrumental Song (Instrumental)
Human Beat Box (Instrumental by Big John)