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Ego Vs. Ego
04:11
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Ego vs Ego
Might makes right but so does acting right
Don’t you know? Even children know.
Shake your fist you’re good at looking pissed
It’s all for show. The children know.
Take a chance watch a blind man dance
And you have to know
It’s ego vs ego
The games you play for just one day’s pay
Are they by design? Salvation you won’t find.
Expose the vaults it’s the poor man’s fault
Empty your soul. Emptiness will grow.
The nests you destroy like a vengeful boy
and you have to know
It’s ego vs ego
There’s no peace of mind you will ever find
Yourself to blame. Your public shame.
And you love your face a mirror’s favorite place
Mirror mirror who’s the narrowest of all?
The trick I think is to never blink
and you have to know
It’s ego vs ego
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2. |
Medicine Ball
02:21
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Medicine Ball
This is a medicine ball
Want you to swallow it down
It will make everything right as rain
It will make everything nice again
This is the dream you have had
The one where you feel peace
It will taste funny at first
Until you ask for your release
Give me ….control
Let go
Shut up
I want…control
This is the ghost of your mind
keeping your thoughts at home
They wander aimlessly
Without the medicine chains
The medicine ball is good
Once or twice a day
Make sure you swallow it whole
And keep the wolves at bay
Give me….control
Let go
Shut up
I want….control
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USS Destroyer
02:40
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USS Destroyer
This is a message for the masters
Maybe it’s time for a change
This is a message of disaster
You’re going to be digging lots of graves
This is a message for the leaders
And for the flags you wave
This is message for believers
When no one will come to your parades
I don’t believe in statements
I don’t believe in change
I don’t believe in the devil
I just can’t at my age
This is a challenge to the safety
Of walls created by our fears
This is a shovel made of backbone
To uncover what’s left between our ears
This is destruction of your ethics
By those who believe in just the word
This is completion of the process
Mute all the curious boys and girls
I don’t believe in heroes
I don’t believe in pain
I don’t believe in endings
I’m adjusting to my chains
We destroyed ourselves from the inside out
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4. |
Nigerian Prince Charming
03:57
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Nigerian Prince Charming
Dear Mr. Reardon,
We are pleased to inform you of an exciting opportunity to join your government in finding an equilibrium it has been missing for years.
Your assistance, along with others like you, will bring a deep, undivided national pride back to the cities and towns of America. Your input is all we desire.
The measure of man is not in what he has, but is entirely in what he is willing to give. This is why we ask you to give as much as you are able to give.
Times are terrible, that’s what they say
It’s only getting worse, worse everyday
Don’t care about the future because it doesn’t pay
Your life is meaningless unless you obey
But what if I believe in something more
What if I believe there’s a lot to live for
What if I reject every media lie
And just do my best til the day I die
Consider this a one-time loan. For collateral, we promise you a different taste of freedom. We promise you a bridge between our great nation’s past and its robust future.
Take our collective hand and join us in cleansing ourselves for a better tomorrow. Mr.Reardon, you won’t be disappointed and we will be lucky to have you.
Times are terrible, that’s what they say
It’s only getting worse, worse everyday
Don’t care about the future because it doesn’t pay
Your life is meaningless unless you obey
But what if I believe in something more
What if I believe there’s a lot to live for
What if I reject every media lie
And just do my best til the day I die
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5. |
Heavy Lifting
03:37
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Heavy Lifting
This is not for me
It’s barely for you
This is not for me
It’s barely for you and completely true
I’ll tear you into bits
Bit by bit
I’ll tear you down
This will tantalize
Without it you’ll die
This will tantalize
Without it you’ll die and life will pass by
I’ll tear you into bits
Bit by bit
I’ll take you down
I’ll tell you secrets that you won’t believe
This is your new religion
I’ll show you everything up my sleeve
This is your new baptism
I’ll tell you secrets that you won’t believe
This is your new religion
I’ll feed you pieces of myself in threes
This is not for me
It’s barely for you
This is not for me
It’s barely for you and completely true
I’ll tear you into bits
Bit by bit
I’ll hold you down
I’ll tell you secrets that you won’t believe
This is your new religion
I’ll show you everything up my sleeve
This is your new baptism
I’ll tell you secrets that you won’t believe
This is your new religion
I’ll feed you pieces of myself in threes
I’ll tear you down to build you up
I’ll tear you down to build you up
I’ll tear you down to build you up
I’ll tear you down to build you up
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(The Man Said) Scorsese Was A Hack
I’m on the ledge again
Staring over the edge again
I’m looking for something that’ll make me scream
At the top of my lungs
All the songs I’ve ever sung
I’m looking for something I’ve buried inside
So come inside
Or run and hide
So get inside
Let’s go for a ride
Someday soon a rain will come
And clear the streets of the scum
I’m looking for something that’ll help me sleep
Until the day when I awake
No more need for give and take
I’m looking for an excuse to be a creep
So come inside
Or run and hide
So get inside
Let’s go for a ride (ride ride ride)
Someday soon a rain will come
And wash away all the scum
The man said Scorcese was a hack
I said man you better take that back
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7. |
Borrowed Records
03:32
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Borrowed Records
It was nothing I knew
The slap of palm across my face
The plans are made without me again
To keep me busy all summer long
But what I felt
and what I learned from your borrowed records
Two at a time they seemed to come
Natural disasters wrapped in chewing gum (all right)
It’s everything
It’s all my dreams
In 85
I felt alive
And what did I say
You know I said I’d be doing this
At a level you’d appreciate
Before I forget to breathe
Oh..it was the sound
It was the sound all along
Made me sweat and laugh and cry
Made me want to sing along (all night)
It’s everything
It’s all my dreams
In 85
I felt alive
My success or failure
Depends on my own drive
The sounds that taught me patience
Helped me learn to be alive
It’s everything
It’s all my dreams
In 85
I felt alive
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8. |
Four Mile Circus
03:47
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Four Mile Circus
He’s out there
Like the godhead
floating
in his casket
An artist
with no canvas
the masked man
before he’s unveiled
and what you see is what you get
His charm is
His poison
the face he makes
sells you for ransom
you cling to
his lifeline
while you’re cut
into ribbons
and what you see is what you get
It’s a circus with no rings
It’s a circus
He’s willing
to wait for
the right time
to strike
He’s one in
a million
A masked man
or a mad man
and what you see is what you get
He’s faster
Than you can
Imagine
In daylight
His art forms
our secrets
To make you
Uneasy
And what you see is what you get
He’s Moses
He’s Jesus
He’ll kill us
Then eat us
He’s Adam
He’s Ahab
He’ll save us
then maim us
and everything he’ll do to you he’s done to himself already
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9. |
Kennebago
01:53
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10. |
Rigged
02:04
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Rigged
You think you’re smart
You think you’re really smart
But all your brains don’t make you a man
You make me sick
You make me wanna be sick
Blinding my eyes is your best trick
But I’ll watch you
I’ll watch you burn it all
I’ll watch you burn it down to the ground
No one is free
No one is truly free
It’s an illusion we’ve all been sold
You took us down
You took us all right down
And then you paved your roads with gold
But I’ll watch you
I’ll watch you burn it all
I’ll watch you burn it down to the ground
You hope it always stays the same
You’ll only play in a rigged game
And we let you rig it
We even voted for you so could
You hope it always stays the same
You’ll only play in a rigged game
You hope it always stays the same
We let you rig it –
There’s no one else to blame
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11. |
Hotel San Pedro
03:34
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Hotel San Pedro
He tried really hard today
To make sense of the world again
It’s time to build his home
Some place safe where no one will mind him
There is a town below
It’s called San Pedro
Out there where the freeway ends
He’ll go (and hide)
He’ll never be contrary
Just give him some space to breathe
He can’t be ordinary
Please just keep leaving him be
There is a town below
It’s called San Pedro
Out there where the freeway ends
He’ll go
There is a town below
It’s called San Pedro
Out there where the freeway ends
He’ll go
His mind is always there
There’s rooms he can share
Out there where the freeway ends
Til he dies
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12. |
The Controls Are Broken
03:16
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The Controls Are Broken
I’m like a cannonball
And I’ve broken what I can’t control
I’m looking for a new way to see
The person in front of me
I don’t like it
I can’t see it
I don’t feel it
Want it
Need it
See it
Where do I have to go
What do I have to do to feel it
Where do I have to go
What do I to be needed
Where do I have to go
What do I have to do to feel it
To get your attention
Why do I have to do wrong
And I’m wasted
On watered down thoughts
And It’s my burden
to drown in all of my doubts
and I can’t see
I don’t like it
I don’t feel it
Where do I have to go
What do I have to do to feel it
Where do I have to go
What do I do to be needed
Where do I have to go
What do I have to do to feel it
To get your attention
Why do I have to do wrong
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The Father Figures Phoenix, Arizona
"Like skating, punk is the band's lifestyle — and Phoenix has noticed, as the band has opened for bands like No Age, X, and
Public Image Ltd. Reardon, Cornelius, and Lerma haven't mellowed out with age, and they haven't run out of things to be angry about. But there's a zen to their approach — a refined attitude that comes only with maturity, both personally and musically."
- Phx New Times
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