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Song without a Name : (96)

someday, we will all paste a song about all the time we waste.
one day we will all play a game with the things we forgot to say.
and the walls will come down from around us.
some day we can all hold a book with all the lies we told.
oneday, you can all bring, this fear that enables me to sing.
someday when we're all old, we'll realize that love is more precious than gold.
one day, when were all tamed, we'll sing a song without a name.
and the walls will come down from around us.

EberBach : (96)

we are older than you'd say,
the wait of the world is on our shoulders,
you may laugh at the games we play,
we laugh too and ours is colder.

oh, children say its time to come home,
oh, secretly we don't want to be left alone.

poets say we search for truth,
I say it pulls us under,
we lost it all in our youth,
the innocence, the wonder.

--Away is all i'm good at :

We'll be aware, while we're fast asleep,
wander our dreams, til we finally meet.
These twists of fate, give me the creeps,
what does it all mean?

we'll go away, when we're asleep.
wandering dreams, hoping to meet.
running away is all i'm good at.
it takes a damn good woman to make me want to come back.

everything stops, while you light up your smoke,
then the crows fly by on their way to the graveyard,
blackening the spring sky, cutting angles like angels,
the rain keeps falling down.
open toed getting soaked, but you know its not for real though,
just answer the question are you the gold at the end of the rainbow?

i play your songs, when no ones around.
lie in my bed, let all the light drown,
and you sing your songs about secrets to keep.
it takes a damn good woman to sing me to sleep.

---Bitchin Mission :

Picture pictures from the side of the road and I know that jokes worn old.
blurry vision willing to give in and fold and i know the coffees cold.
bitching mission pitch in its a heavy load, and i know if i could be so bold,
listened from the kitchen couldn't decipher the codes but i know how these stories go.

---games we play :

i'm best at bad advice, these old photographs of mine seem like someone elses life,
someone elses sun, wind moon and sky,

all the little games we play, just trying to stay sane.
all these little games i play to forget that your so far away.

---Estates in Stasis :

damned if i know, where to sigh now,
damned if i know, so quid pro quo.
made up your mind? no.
say it real slow.
Damned if i know, whats to follow.
Grin and grab the ghost and hold it real close,
preaching new lows, giving new so's.

Estates in Stasis,
the seperated places,
all these civilized faces,
on a need to know basis.

--- Same Story:

Well its all the same story,
whether you hear it on the radio, or on the news at ten.
and it gets to the point that its boring,
whether you buy the paperback or see the film instead.

And by the time you figure out your alive,
you've already wasted half your life,
sucking the wrong sodas and blinking your eyes,
haunting the wrong houses and talking the wrong jive.

So seal the deal and say your goodbyes,
hell no one cares if you live or you die.
They're too busy living thier version of life.
Haunting the wrong houses and talking the wrong jive.

---inventing God :

We hope that all your dreams come true, and that your stupid life is f###ing perfect,
we hope that all your skies are blue, cause when its cloudy out you get nervous,
we hope that all your sports teams lose and that you realize that sports are stupid,
hits you so hard that you get bruised,
inventing God invented humans.

--- Bad Habits :

Sorry i left your party, just a couple of hours early,
you could have sworn i was digging the scene, digging the scene.
But the conversation turned all arty,
and i can't fake sophisticated smarty,
plus i forgot about the guy i was supposed to see.

in this backward mind of mine, i can rationalize things you wouldn't even believe.

listen, i said i was sorry,
but my version of hell is all Sarte'y,
and i guess thats my excuse for everything, my excuse for everything,

oh the barstool, and enough time, will make you rationalize things you wouldn't even believe.

and oh,how late is later?
for a chronic procrastinator,
or am i not as clever as i seem, as clever as i seem?
and please don't get me started on how to be emotionally retarded,
you can start by being more mean, by being less mean.

oh bad habits are like nursery rhymes, you can try to get em out of your head, but they just won't leave.

and the passion of youth, fades in the face of the truth. And thats all i wanted to say.

--- Final Fracture :

You search and when you get to where your going,
you find the truth's hardly worth the price you paid for knowing.

I've still got some clever remarks left, I'll keep them for myself.

you realize your finally where your going,
and your crushed by all the baggage you've been stowing.

you've still got some clever remarks left, keep them for yourself.

but someone has to be there, with a camera to capture, the straw and the camel,
the final fracture.

and the camera clicks to catch the void, between patience and annoyed, between organic and android.
said its a really nice day, lets make the best of it o.k.?
lets be super careful what we say.
Yea its a great shot in spite of the light, oh what a horrible night, at least we captured the moment right.
its a really nice day,lets make the best of it O.K!? lets just be super careful what we say,yea
cause someone has to be there, to take the picture,
someone has to be there, to face this fiction.

I wrote it down but i will never send it.
I couldn't think of a decent way to end it.

--- Niceness Crisis :

Trouble in your mind, my friend, equals trouble in your soul.
the trouble thats in mine, my friend, is called bad rock and roll.
Abruptly booking charters, to seek out rougher waters.
these are troubled times, my friend, according to most recent polls,
and troubles not far behind,my friend, when thins cold wind blows.
We're always treading water, in search of better offers.

Niceness crisis averted. Christ, this time i should be hurting,
no intelligent life here, thats for sure certian,
time to set a new course, yea gotta keep on searching.

if i was a robot, i could take these spikes out of my heart and pound them to crosses
to mark the graves of these moments apart,
you are a robot if you can smile from nine to five,you are a robot that knows not the value of being alive.
twice this crisis averted.
watch out now they're dropping the curtian,
and this perscription is very carefully worded.

PassiveConsumer Comp Available August 07

5 song sampler out on itunes! Huzzah!

Various Lyrics

Fire in the sky :
: I said the fire in the sky was a ragin,amazing,blazing.
It wasn’t waiting for its echoes to reply,
It wasn’t waiting for us to say goodbye.

And the religious men all started their praising,
And the athiests said the (colors)sight was amazing,
And the soldiers stopped the wars they were waging,
They dropped their weapons, just to stare at the sight,
Forgot their hatred and forgot how to fight.

p.n.a.c. squirrels
: yo, cheney’s runnin halliburton and their runnin the world,
the p.n.a.c. done got your head all squirreled,
what the hell is the F%%^ p.n.a.c.?
it the project for a new american century.
(rpt first 2 lines)
get your hair cut right,
and wear a nice shirt,
and you might just get to play president at work.

,The two party system aint no party at all,
Its just united we stand lets go to the mall,
Yo, you never see a sticker says “devided we fall”
Cause dissent is unpatriotic when your just cheney’s doll,
Said the two party system aint no party at all,
We got electronic voting so diebold makes the call,
The p.n.a.c. keeps em stacking money so tall,
And they got bush to take the fall.

, this new imperialism reeks of what was before,
Acting like its just the f****** old cold war.
Theres only so much earth you can dominate,
Before the dominated hate and cant wait to retaliate,
Before you trust your faith to the news at seven,
Think about who made money off 9/11.
All the corporations who are runnin this war,
Are exponentially richer than they were before,
And that don’t take no math bore, or higher i.q. score, or open up your minds door,
Or genius galore.

Watching their Eyes :
: American life is the long and onesome tale,
of the irrational behavior of materialistic white males.
Oh all these ships sink before they sail,
Franklins snake is biting its own tail.
Our contries run by god and war,
And assorted other theories we can’t vote for,
And oh f*** now they want to settle the score,
And they know we’ll have an army as long as people are poor.

Watching their eyes as the drinks are poured, uh oh!
I read the bible and the parts that you ignored, uh oh!
Shaping the world with a-bombs and swords, uh oh!
Hows destroying your planet serving your lord? Uh oh! Oh no!

Dick and Don will always take us to war,
Just like they did every administration before.
And its better if they don’t have to tell us the score,
So they bury us in patriotic metaphor.
Their job is to sell us all a flimsy plot,
Of coming home a hero if your not shot,
But its not really working that hot,
You might support the war, but your kids smokes pot.

Searching the sky, but not for the lord, Uh Oh!
Killing someone is better than being ignored, uh oh!
The chain of command stops with the guy whos the most bored, uh oh!
Cindy Sheehan versus a cokehead in crawford, Uh Oh!

Lock your doors.
Support our wars.

This song is for the states of red,
Who never listened to a f****** word we said,
I’m just wondering what song was in your head,
Lynrd Skynyrd taking Niel Young to the woodshed.
Well that’s it I guess devided we fall.
Thank you lady liberty its been a ball.
And you can go meet jesus for last call,
And hope that at least heaven has a mall.

Unicorp products :
:unicorp is the chief proponant of prison labor making slaves out of people for illicit behavior,
Keeps the money rolling straight no doubt intact,
The government gives them superpreference on every contract,
Convicts have jobs and citizens have none,
Small business’s close down, prisons get more funds,
So eventually employment will be for prison populations,
And all the government will be a giant corporation.
They even got the inmates making bulletproof vests,
Sendin them off to iraq to save our troops chest,
Making flack jackets to support our troopers,
When they should be making parts for underpriviliged kids computers.

Work for forty years and make a dollar ten?
That’s the slavery of the new millenium,
And if things stay this shady by 2081,
You’ll either be incarcerated or working in a prison.

Prison Planet kids that s*** is no joke,
If your puffing herbs like me be careful where you toke,
Got a job waiting for you when you land up in the poke,
Working forty years to life and you come out still broke.

Land of Bones :
: Over and over and over and over and over again,
licking our wounds.
Slower and slower and slower and slower and slower again,
Biting our tounges.
Backwards and forwards and forwards and forwards and backwards again,
That’s the way of the world.
If nothing is something and something is nothing, its so zen.
That’s what I’m told.

In this land of bones all the best pillows are stones,
My best friend is a cellular phone,
Antisocial, and always alone,

Over and over…
Slower and slower,
Soldiers are soldiers and soldiers stay soldiers until they are dead,
That’s what I’m told,
And borders are borders til borders touch borders and then borders end.
That’s the way of the world.

In this land of stones, all the best pillows are bones.
And my best…
Oh the only way to keep your mind occupied,
Is constantly doubting all your best lies.
Till niavete dies, and cynicism drives you inside.
In this land of strangers, there are dangers,
There are sorrows.

Big Town :

I got a lot to learn. I got a lot to learn about life.
I got a lot of nerve, I got a lot of nerve to think its allright.
I got a lot of sad to burn, got a lot of sad to burn tonight.

Could you dumb it down?

She’s got a lot to learn. She’s got a lot to learn about life.
She got some loot to burn, she’s got some loot to burn tonight,
She aint gonna wait her turn, she aint gonna wait her turn and that’s her right.
And she can only be cured, and she can only be cured by alcohol and disco lights.

Could you dumb it down?

I had some luck to burn, I had some luck to burn and it didn’t burn to bright.
I had some lessons to learn, I had some lessons to learn, they keep me up all night.
Its no longer your concern, its no longer your concern what I do with my life.
My grips becoming less firm, my grips becoming less firm keep me away from knives.

Could you dumb it down?
Why you gotta dumb it down?

Big town got neon, got neon, got neon, got neon signs.
You tripped me on, tripped me on, tripped me on the starting line.
What lies beyond, lies beyond, lies beyond eyeing lies?
How do you get sleep on, get sleep on, get sleep on borrowed time.

Oh wo, we’re living it up allright.
Oh oh, we’re keepin our style real tight.
Oh oh, the fuse that just won’t ignite.
Oh oh, our futures tubes of artificial light.

Zombie days, sleepless nights.(how to lay the blame)

I’m headed out to sea to lay my body on the brine,
And I don’t expect to float.
And the porcelin buddah on the windowsill wont look me in the eye,
Cause oh, its all my fault.

So many miles we came so strange to change and just part ways again,
I’m sick of finding photographs of devils disguised as my old friends,
And all those times we told the truth just long enough to play pretend.
Don’t wake me when it ends.

Those final words you said just wont stop ringing in my ears,
And they’re not coming out.
I try to write it down but it suddenly dissapears,
So that’s what this is about.

Every single face will change but situations will always stay the same,
Millions of water molecules arrange to form a heart a face a name,
The names stay sane til they discover shame, and race, and how to lay the blame,
We just keep on opening up the vien.

It was all fight.
This fucked up boys life.
Zombie days sleepless nights.
This fucked up boys life.

I turned the t.v. off to view the stars and the moonlight,
But I cant see the sky.
Its cold winter time up here no adventures to be had tonight.
My bodys dulled, but my mind is all fight.

We live while time turns tides its way and rivers wash them both to sea,
We unlearn more and more each day as ignorance attacks truth to its face,
And they’re selling us one way no return tickets to furthest depths of outer space,
What I need is a button marked bad memory erase.

If I could write one song for all the love I gave that is gone,
I wouldn’t expect you to sing along.
Or listen at all.

Oh turn off all this dials,
And file this under peace out styles,
I’ll send a postcard from denial.
And I wont see you in a little while.


Toeing the line.

Toeing the line,
Not feeling to fine,
Theres no where to go,
When your out of your mind.

I feel like I died, and saint peter replied,
We’re awful right now, feel free to wait outside.

No I wouldn’t like,
To stick hot forks in my eyes,
But even that would be better than taking your advice,
But lord knows your free, to talk mad shit about me,
And my selfdestructive philosophies.

See I been around the cracked streets of this town,
For way to long. I gotta get out.
Cause I see you face, everywhere in this place,
Even after torching the photos and my buffalo current disgrace

So I’m gonna go.
Gonna find me a boat.
And go hunt for treasure down in smugglers cove,
And as long as I’m here,and pirates don’t appear,
I’ll sing smuggling songs and grow cool hermit beards.
(Bm – G)

hide away, hide, hide away.


Concrete Dildos

Heart beats and blood flows.
Honkies with afros.
Emotions are chokeholds.
Quicksand or black hole?

Stepping it up, stepping it out know.
Sssstarting it up , shutting it down now.
Summing it up, stressing it out now.
Out of control, and im fucking it up now.

Heart beeps and blood froze.
Knocked up at the disco.
Soft feet in steel toes.
Eyebrows and elbows.

This life you chose.
Naïve in chic clothes.
Dt’s or comatose.
Shotgun or overdose?