Sunday, October 5, 2014

*FUGAZI LYRICS ARCHIVE*

FUGAZI LYRICS ARCHIVE




Fugazi is:

Ian MacKaye - guitar, vocals

Guy Picciotto - guitar, vocals

Joe Lally - bass, vocals

Brendan Canty - drums, percussion

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Main albums:
Repeater
Steady Diet of Nothing
In on the Kill Taker
Red Medicine
End Hits
The Argument

Extended plays:
Fugazi
Margin Walker
3 Songs
Furniture

Other Songs with Lyrics

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Fugazi (1988)


Waiting Room

I am a patient boy.
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait.
My time is water down the drain.
Everybody's moving, everybody's moving,
Everybody's moving, moving, moving, moving.
Please don't leave me to remain in the waiting room.

I don't want the news.
(I got no use for it!)
I don't want the news.
(I want no part of it!)

Sitting outside of town.
Everybody's always down.
(Tell me why!)
Because they can't get up.
(Ahh, come on and get up,
come on and get up.)

But I don't sit idly by. (Ohh!)
I'm planning a big surprise.
I've gotta fight for what I wanna be!
And I won't make the same mistake. ('Cause I know.)
'Cause I know how much time that wastes. (And function.)
Function is the key!
Into the waiting room.

I don't want the news.
(I got no use for it!)
I don't want the news.
(I want no part of it!)

Sitting outside of town.
Everybody's always down.
(Tell me why!)
Because they can't get up.
(Ahh, come on and get up.)
From the waiting room.

Sitting in the waiting room. (Ahh!)
Sitting in the waiting room. (Ahh!)
Sitting in the waiting room! (Ahh!)
Sitting in the waiting room! (Tell me why!)
Because they can't get up!


Bulldog Front

Ahistorical.
You think this shit just dropped right out of the sky.
My analysis:
It's time to harvest the crust from your eyes.

To surge and refine,
To rage and define ourselves,
Against your line.
So sorry, friend, you must resign.

You wanna figure it out.
We'll throw down, we'll throw down, we'll throw down.
You wanna figure it out.
We'll throw down your bulldog front.

Bold, bold mouth-talking, not so bold,
Now that you've eaten your own.
Lips flecked, mouth specked,
You strip the skin right off of the bone.

But I would never say you act without
precision or care but, it's all attention to armor,
To the armor you wear so well.

You wanna figure it out.
We'll throw down, we'll throw down.
You wanna figure it out.
We'll throw down your bulldog front.

You wanna figure it out!
You wanna figure it out!

Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home.

You wanna figure it out.
We'll throw down, we'll throw down.
You wanna figure it out.
We'll throw down your bulldog front.

You wanna figure it out!
You wanna figure it out!


Bad Mouth

You can't be what you were.
So you better start being just what you are.
You can't be what you were.
The time is now, it's running out, it's running out,
it's running, running, running out.
You can't be what you were.
So you better start living the life.
That's what you're talking 'bout.
You can't be what you were.
There's no movement, there's no movement,
there's no movement in a bad mouth.
It betrays a bad mind.
There's no movement, there's no movement,
there's no movement in a bad mouth.
It betrays a bad mind.
There's no movement, there's no movement!
It betrays a bad mind.
There's no movement, there's no movement,
there's no movement in a bad mouth.
It betrays a bad mind.

You're always talking, talking, talking,
talking, talking shit now.
But you will talk yourself down.
You're going down!


Burning

There's something acting on this body.
Something goes in when nothing comes out.
And someone's acting on this information,
but nothing's registered from this location.
From this site that I sense that I am in asking
What is this burning in my eye?
What is this burning in my eye?
What is this burning in my eyes?
What is this burning in my eyes?

I wanted a language of my own.
My lips sucked empty and I mouth the lines
of this crowd that surrounds me.
Punctured and parceled, I fold my hands
To this site that I sense that I am in asking
What is this burning in my eye?
What is this burning in my eyes?
What is this burning in my eyes?
There's something acting but it doesn't complete,
doncha know what I mean?!

There's something burning in my eyes!
There's something burning in my eyes!
There's something burning in my eyes!
There's something burning in my eyes!


Give Me the Cure

I never thought too hard on dying before.
I never sucked on the dying.
I never licked the side of dying before.
And now I'm feeling the dying.

You've got your hands over your ears.
You've got your mouth running on.
You've got your eyes looking for something
that can never be found, like a reason.
Good God, I don't need a reason.

I never thought too hard on dying before.
I never thought on the dying.
I never held the hand of dying before.
And now I'm feeling the dying.

And you got to,
And you got to,
And you got to,
Give me the shot.
Give me the pill.
Give me the cure.
Now what you've done to my world.

I never thought too hard on dying before.
I never thought on the dying.
I never walked the side of dying before.
And now I feel like I'm, and now I feel like I'm
(It breaks, it breaks, it breaks, yeah!)
under your skin, like I'm over your eyes,
I'm at the tip of your fingers.
(It breaks, it breaks, it breaks, yeah!)
Don't need a reason.
Give me the shot.
Give me the pill.
Give me the cure.
(It breaks, it breaks, it breaks!)
What you've done to my world.
(Comin' around, comin' around,
comin' around, comin' down!)

Give me the shot!
Give me the pill!
Give me the cure!
Now what you've done to my world!
Give me the shot!
Now c'mon, give me the pill!
Give me the cure!
Now what you've done to my world!
Give me the shot!


Suggestion

Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?
Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?!

Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men?
In the eyes of men?!

I've got some skin!
And you wanna look in!
I've got some!

There lays no reward
(in what you, in what you)
in what you discover.
You spent yourself, boy,
watching me suffer, suffer your words,
suffer your eyes, suffer your hands,
suffer your interpretation (of what it is)
what it is, (what it is)
what it is, (what it is)
what it is, (what it is!)
to be a man!

I've got some skin!
And you wanna look in!
I've got some!

She does nothing to deserve it.
He notices her 'cause he wants to observe it.
We sit back like they taught us.
We keep quiet like they taught us.
He just wants, he wants to prove it.
She does nothing to remove it.
We don't want anyone to mind us.
We play the roles that they assigned us.
She does nothing to conceal it.
He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it.
We blame her for being there.
We are all here, and we are all
GUILTY!


Glue Man

I, I spent it all.
I, I spent it all
on the bag, on the drag.
I, I spent it all.

The sun comes up, the tide rolls out,
the trucks roll by the park, still a park
where children play, pick up stones,
anything to make them feel less alone.
He's alone.
His mind is his own town where his thoughts
run aground, they fall all over and down.

I, I spent it all.
I, I spent it all
on the bag, cantcha see?
On the drag.
I, I spent it all.

The sun comes down, the tide rolls back,
we crawl our way to the house we call home.
He holds his home in the palm of his hand
and he says, and he says,
"You are my everyone, you are my anyone,
you are my anytime, you are my every time,
you are my everywhere, you are my anywhere,
you are my anytime, you are my every time,
you're my anytime, you're my anywhere,
you're mine, you're mine!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Margin Walker (1989)


Margin Walker

You make yourself so beautiful.
You make yourself so, so beautiful.
And I feel like I'm gonna,
I'm gonna set myself on fire.

I'm gonna set myself up at a window.
This margin walker wants a clear view.
This margin walker wants a clear shot.
And now I'm shooting it right on you.

Untraceable, untranslatable, (Now!)
Can't explain all I ever wanted to do. (And it comes!)
Trajectory passing right through me,
threads my needle, sends it right through you.

You make yourself so visible.
You make yourself so, so visible.
And I feel, I feel like I'm in the
tread of some bastard jealousy.

Up here, above the avenue,
up here, where the things you do,
they lend me a problem with the language,
split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.

Untraceable, (Now!), untranslatable, (Now!)
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do. (And it comes!)
Trajectory passing right through me,
threads my needle, sends it right to you.

You! I want a clear shot to you! (You!)
To you! (You!) I want a clear shot to you! (You!)
You want the motherlode? I'll swing a payload!
You pull my trigger, send it right to you!
You want the motherlode. I swing a payload.
You pull my trigger, send it right to you!

(Oh, yeah!)
Untraceable, untranslatable, (Now!)
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do. (And it comes!)
Trajectory passing right through me,
pull my trigger, send it right to you.


And the Same

Yes, I know this is politically correct
but it comes to you spiritually direct,
an attempt to thoughtfully affect your
way of thinking.

That is if you believe in race and that
you were born in the right time and place,
this is a thought about facing your
way of thinking.

Your way of!
Your way of!
Your way of!
Your way of!

And the same that could be said
for all the people lying dead,
for them to die was a distraction.
And what they found a bit too late
got covered up with all that hate, now, now
and now it's nothing but reaction.

If you have to carry a gun to keep your
fragile seat at Number One, this is a bullet.
You can't outrun your way of thinking!

So wait and see, it's coming 'round,
conscripted through the lost and found
and still we find so tightly wound your
way of thinking.

Your way of!
Your way of!
Your way of!
Your way of!

And the same that could be said
for all the people lying dead,
for them to die was a distraction.
And what they found a bit too late
got covered up with all that hate, now, now
and now it's nothing but reaction.

Action. Reaction. Action!
Action. Reaction. Action!
Action. Action. Action. Action. Action.


Burning Too

Anytime but now.
Anywhere but here.
Anyone but me.
I've got to think about my own life.

Anytime but now.
Anywhere but here.
Anyone but me.
I've got to think about my own life.

We are consumed by society.
We are obsessed with variety.
We are all filled with anxiety
that the world will not survive.

(We gotta put it out, put it out, we gotta put it out!)
The sky is burning!
(We gotta put it out, gotta put it out, put it out!)
The water's burning!
(We gotta put it out, put it out, put it out!)
The earth is burning!

Outrage.
But then they say,

"Anytime but now.
Anywhere but here.
Anyone but me.
I've got to think about my own life."

"Anytime but now.
Anywhere but here.
Anyone but me.
I've got to think about my own life."

The world is not our facility.
We have a responsibility
to use our ability
to keep this place alive.

(We gotta put it out, put it out, put it out!)
The sky is burning!
(We gotta put it out, gotta put it out, put it out!)
The water's burning!
(Gotta put it out, put it out, gotta put it out!)
The earth is burning!

Right here!
Right now!
Do it!
Do it now!
Do it now!
Do it now!
Do it now!
Do it!


Provisional

Somewhere in these private minds
the last one comes just in time to
clear out the chambers, sew up the lips.
That's the price to pay for hoping
every slip's not a slide.

In other words, not to get it wrong.
Pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
Secure under the weight of watchful eyes,
lulled to sleep under clear, expansive skies.

Somewhere in these prying hearts
conflicting histories tear us apart.
We hope we won't get what we deserve,
hide behind the targets in front of
all the people we serve.

Somewhere in these private minds
the last one comes just in time to
clear out the chambers, sew up the lips.
That's the price to pay for hoping
every slip's not a slide.


Lockdown

Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips,
steel leveled, chest-level, smear my lips,
let them slip into a smile because now after
a while it's all we're seen to do.

'Cause business is as business does,
trash is trash until it's sealed from above
and left onto the corner of your mind to disappear.

Yeah! Lockdown the remains.
Lockdown the remains.
Seal it with a kiss.

A machine works best when the machine's not shy.
Trash is trash but trash from cash must divide.
Body bent, body-doubled, dismissed by time,
a 5 to 9 will serve the 9 to 5, now c'mon!

Lockdown the remains.
Lockdown the remains.
Seal it with a kiss.

Seal it with a kiss!
Like with a smile!
Seal it with a kiss!
Like with a smile!
Seal it with a kiss!
Like with a smile!
Seal it with a kiss!
Lock you up!
Shut you down!
Shut you down!
Lock you up!
Lock you up!
Shut you down!
Shut you down!
You're shut up!


Promises

Words. Words and expressions.
All these confessions of where we stand.
How I see you and you see me, dedications
of symmetry together we will be forever.

Promises are shit!
We speak the way we breathe.
Present air will have to do.
Rearrange and see it through.
Stupid, fucking words
tangle us in our desires!
Free me from this give and take.
Free me from this great debate.

There were no truer words than when spoken,
let that stand as it should.
There was nothing left when broken.
We grab anything when we fall!

Promises are shit!
We speak the way we breathe.
Present air will have to do.
Rearrange and see it through.
Stupid, fucking words
tangle us in our desires!
Free me from this give and take.
Free me from this great debate.

You will do what you do.
And I will do what I do.
And we will do what we do.
Rearrange, see it through.
You will do what you do.
And I will do what I do.
And we will do what we do.
Rearrange, see it through.
Rearrange.

Go where you think you want to go.
Do everything you were sent here for.
Fire at will if you hear that call.
Touch your hand to the wall at night.
Go where you think you want to go.
Do everything you were sent here for.
Fire at will if you hear that call.
Touch your hand to the wall at night.

Promises, promises, promises! Words.
Promises, promises, promises! Words.
Promises, promises, promises! Words.
Promises, promises, promises! Words.

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3 Songs (1990)

Song #1

Song #1 is not a "Fuck you!" song.
I'll save that thought 'til later on.
You wanna know if there's something wrong?

It's nothing!
It's nothing!

Everybody's talking 'bout their hometown scenes
and hurting people's feelings in their magazines and
you wanna know what it all means?

It's nothing!
It's nothing!

Fighting for a haircut? You should grow your hair.
Crying for the music? Well, I doubt you really care.
Looking for an answer? You can find it anywhere!

It's nothing! (It's nothing, nothing!)
It's nothing!

(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(Well, I doubt you really care!)

Life is what you want it to be so
don't get tangled up tryin' to be free and
don't worry what the other people see!

It's nothing! (It's nothing, nothing!)
It's nothing! (It's nothing, nothing!)
It's nothing! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
It's nothing.


Joe #1

[Instrumental]


Break-In

And he's happy now that she's got skin.
And she's happy just to let him in.
When he asks her, "Will you let me in?"
And from a place where they share skin they say,
"Come inside,
come inside,
come inside!"

And he's happy now that she's got skin.
And it's sweet now though there ain't no sin.
There's a time when the skin wears thin.
Now she's working on another skin
deep inside,
deep inside,
deep inside,
deep inside!

(Break-in, break-in!)
Break-in!

And he wonders, "Will my money, will it cover for me?"
And he wonders, "Will my money, will it cover for me?
Can I stay outside and let it cover for me?"
Break-in!
Break-in!

And he wonders, "Will my money, will it cover for me?"
And he wonders, "Will my money, will it cover for me?
Can I stay outside and let it cover for me?"
She can't get outside!
She can't get outside!
She's the covering!

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Repeater (1990)

Turnover

Languor rises reaching to turn off the alarm,
and there's never so much seething that it can't be disarmed.
You just stop it up, pass it on, shove to shelf it, to leave it off
and turnover.

Lounge against your weapons until your muscles find lock.
In the ease of that position, a residue of tremor passes,
some cherie amour suggests maybe it was time to smash things up!
Just stop it up, pass it on, shove to shelf it, to leave it on
and turnover.

Stop, turnover!
Stop, turnover!
Stop it up, pass it on, shove to shelf it, to leave it on
and turnover.
You just stop it up, pass it on, shove to shelf it, leave it on
and I'm only, I'm only sleeping!
I'm only, I'm only sleeping!


Repeater

You say I need a job, I've got my own business.
You wanna know what I do? None of your fucking business!
But now I'm lying here and I'm knowing that business.
I had a name, now I'm a number.
1,2,3, repeater!
Repeater!
1,2,3, repeater!
Repeater!

Down by law, I've got this nasty habit.
When I need something, I just reach out and grab it!
Once upon a time, I had a name, I had a way but to you
I'm nothing but a number.
1,2,3, repeater!
Repeater!
1,2,3, repeater!
Repeater!

You hear something outside?
It sounds like a gun.
Stay away from that window, boy.
It's not anyone that we know-
only about ourselves and what we
read in the paper. Don't you know
ink washes out easier than blood?
But we don't have to try it!
And we don't have to buy it!
So decide, decide, decide, decide! !!
1,2,3, go!
Repeater!!


Brendan #1

[Instrumental]


Merchandise

When we have nothing left to give,
there'll be no reason for us to live.
But when we have nothing left to lose,
you will have nothing left to use.

We owe you nothing,
you have no control!
We owe you nothing,
you have no control!

Merchandise, it keeps us in line,
and common sense says it's by design.
What could a businessman ever want more
than to have us sucking in his store?!

We owe you nothing,
you have no control!
We owe you nothing,
you have no control!

You are not what you own!
You are not what you own!
You are not what you own!
You are not what you own!
We owe you nothing,
you have no control!
We owe you nothing,
you have no control!
We owe you nothing, (Nothing!)
you have no control!
We owe you nothing, (Nothing!)
you have no control!


Blueprint

I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you, yeah, you.
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you, yeah, you.
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you, yeah, you.
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I clean forgot how to play.
But you can still come around,
in fact, I invite you down,
maybe together, we can wipe that smile
off your face. 'Cause what a difference,
what a difference, what a difference a little
difference would make.

We'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy,
it's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes.

Frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the
bigger axe to fall! A patient game I can't find
my way to play, find my way to play, not no way!

Never mind what's been selling, it's what you're
buying and receiving undefiled!
Never mind what's been selling, it's what you're
buying and receiving undefiled!
Never mind what's been selling, it's what you're
buying and receiving undefiled!
Never mind what's been selling, it's what you're
buying, receiving undefiled!

(Never mind, never mind, never mind!) Not no way to play.
(Never mind, never mind, never mind!) Not no way to play.
(Never mind, never mind, never mind!) Not no way to play.
(Never mind, never mind, never mind!) Not no way!
Not no way to play, not no way!


Sieve-Fisted Find

Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again.
Here comes another problem all wrapped up in solution.
It's ugly as it's strapped on, twice as hard to get behind.
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again.
Please, please let me get my hands on it.
Please let me get my, my, my.
Please let me get my hands on it.

Here comes that self-same problem all stalled on same-self again.
And it's ugly as the last one and twice as far from unwound
by this charged head standing on this thin base of neck.
And I'm pushing past the red, I said I'm pushing past the red!
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again.

(Sieve-fisted find, you find nothing.)
(Sieve-fisted find, you find nothing!)
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again.
Please, please let me get my hands on it.
Please let me get my, my, my, my, my, my.
Please let me get my hands on it.
My, my, my, my, my, yeah!
You got it, you got it!
You got it, you got it!


Greed

You what, you what, you what?!?!

You wanted everything.
You needed everything.
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.

You what, you what, you what?!?!
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.
You wanted everything.
You needed everything.

Greed, greed, greed, greed.
Greed, greed, greed, greed.
Greed, greed, greed, greed.
Greed, greed, greed.
Everything is, everything is
GREED!


Two Beats Off

I cut my nails to the quick but still
I was caught with my hand in the till.
Red-handed, red-handed.

Give me something, give me anything,
the threat of everything, nothing at all.
My fingers reaching, trophy swelling,
and that's when desire trips me up.

Got a new technique, money lets the pieces
fit where they fall.

And privilege, it sanctions everything.
Security, a net under it all.
My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling,
and that's when desire tripped me up.

Once I was a body to see, now just the
biggest mouth to feed of them all.

Any, any of them, !!!, I'm against it all.
Fingers, trophy swelling, and that's when
desire trips me up.

I cut my nails to the quick but still
I was caught with my hand in the till.
Red-handed, red-handed!
Caught with my, caught with my,
Caught with my hand in it, caught with my,
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
caught with my red hands.


Styrofoam

There are no races to be run.
There are no numbers left to be won.
Everybody's down, we pulled each other down.
There never was a truth to be found.

We are all bigots filled with hatred,
we release our poison.
We are all bigots so filled with hatred,
we release our poison.

There are no cultures left to slide,
no people left to be tried, we are in our
minds five billion pieces so defined.
Read it in a book, it was underlined.

We are all bigots so filled with hatred,
we release our poison.
We are all bigots so filled with hatred,
we release our poison
like styrofoam!


Reprovisional

(Essentially a re-recording of "Provisional" from the Margin Walker EP)
Somewhere in these private minds
the last one comes just in time to
clear out the chambers, sew up the lips.
That's the price to pay for hoping
every slip's not a slide.

In other words, not to get it wrong.
Pointless to walk, past time to run.
Secure under the weight of watchful eyes,
lulled to sleep under clear, expansive skies.

Somewhere in these private hearts
conflicting histories tear us apart and
we hope we won't get what we deserve,
behind the targets in front of
all the people we serve.
Yeah, oh, yeah! Bang, bang, shoot, shoot!

Somewhere in these private minds
the last one comes just in time to
clear out the chambers, sew up the lips.
The price to pay hoping
every slip's not a slide.


Shut the Door

I broke the surface so I can breathe.
I close my eyes so I can see.
I tie my arms to be free.
Have you ever been free?!

She's not breathing!
She's not moving!
She's not coming back!

I burn a fire to stay cool.
I burn myself, I am the fuel.
I never meant to be cruel.
Have you ever been cruel?!

She's not breathing!
She's not moving!
She's not coming back, back, back!

Shut the door so I can leave,
shut the door.

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Steady Diet of Nothing (1991)

Exit Only

Exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt,
exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt, exeunt,
exeunt, exeunt! This is three minute access so pop the
question. Leave the last place burning or just get leaving?
Red-light my mind, refuse your filter, are you still surprised?
I keep my back above the tire tracks.

Exeunt, don't ask me. Exeunt, don't ask me.
Exeunt, don't ask me. Exeunt, exeunt!
Three minute access, so pop the question. Last place burning
or just get leaving? Red-light my mind, refuse your filter,
are you still surprised? Keep my back above the tire tracks.

Sympatric, sympatric, sympatric, sympatric, sympatric, sympatric,
sympatric, sympatric! I'll meet you, I will meet you, sympatric,
sympatric, sympatric, sympatric, I'll meet you, I will meet you,
sympatric, sympatric! I'll meet you at the exit!


Reclamation

These are our demands:
We want control of our bodies.
Decisions will now be ours.
You carry out your noble actions.
We will carry our noble scars, scars, scars, scars.

Reclamation! Reclamation!
Reclamation! Reclamation!

No one here is asking, no one here is asking.
But there is a question of trust.
You will do what looks good to you on paper.
We will do what we must, must, must, must!

Reclaim, reclaim, reclaim.
Reclaim, reclaim, reclaim.

Carry my body! Carry my body!
Carry my body! Carry my body!
Carry my body! Carry my body!
Carry my body! Carry my body!


Nice New Outfit

You like the cut, you like the fit,
wide in the shoulders, trim at the hip.
In your nice new outfit, all straight, clean lines.
There's blood in your mouth but not in mine.

You think that I'm a sucker for it,
that we're all fodder for this.
Quick purchase once brought to market,
dress it up and it's sold.

The place I'm offered is a bedsitter's tour,
a worthless sightsee of your adventure.
In your nice new outfit, all straight, clean lines.
There's blood in your mouth, dressed to the nines.

You think that I'm a sucker for it,
that we're all fodder for this.
Quick purchase once brought to market,
dress it up and it's sold.

You're number one with a bullet,
that's money well spent.
Your mouth plastered like poster,
address yourself success.
You can pinpoint your chimney,
and drop one down its length.
In your nice new outfit,
sorry 'bout the mess!
In your nice new outfit,
sorry 'bout the mess!
In your nice new outfit,
sorry 'bout the mess!
In your nice new outfit,
you're a fucking mess!


Stacks

This time is real.
I feel it passing through the telephone.
No one is home now, no one is home.
These stacks, they keep me down,
so I build some more.
"America" is just a word but I use it,
but I use it, but I use it, but I use it.

Language keeps me locked and repeating.
Language keeps me locked and repeating.
Language keeps me locked and repeating.
Language keeps me locked and repeating.

This time is real.
I see it passing by the avenue.
Nothing to do now, there's nothing to do.
I see them spinning on,
so I spin out.
"America" is just a word but I use it,
but I use it, but I use it, but I use it.

Language keeps me locked and repeating.
Language keeps me locked and repeating.
Language keeps me locked and repeating.
Language keeps me locked and repeating.

I put in and then out, !!!!!


Latin Roots

Lying on our backs, this is your parents' bed,
a good place to be laid, 'cause it's so neatly made.
Staring at the ceiling, vein to vein the lines look the same
as the ones that you're seeing, and then you start speaking,
tracing your father's footsteps, in your mother's shoes,
going up and over and across-out your Latin roots are
your Latin roots. Your Latin roots are your Latin roots. Yeah!

Point points back to its origin, 'cross the world cogs are
clogged with the sand, here the air breathes freely and our tongues
work loosely. Border approaches border, you're using your hands
and smearing your r's. Looking over my shoulder, strained resistance
to scour the door for your father's footsteps or your mother's shoes,
coming up and over, cut across-out your Latin roots are
your Latin roots. Your Latin roots are your Latin roots. Yeah!

It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!
It's time to meet your makers!


Steady Diet

[Instrumental]


Long Division

A long time coming, a long way down.
It's long division, crack and divide.
This is a parting, some separation.
We lay in pieces, cracked to survive.

I'm not your villain, not your adversary.
I'm not your reason to crack and divide.
It's long division, it's long division,
it's long division, crack and divide.


Runaway Return

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray.
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray.
There's nothing living, there's nothing given,
weekender's vision turns to working shoes.
There's nothing living, there's nothing given,
weekender gives in, puts on his working suit.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
nothing forgiven for your young idea.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
nobody seems surprised the runaway returns.

Home. Son. Doing. Gone. Near. You're sucked in, so dear.
Welcome home, misplaced son, guess what we were doing
while you were gone. Cocktail party's in gear, we're
glad that you're here. Why don't you sit down?

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray,
into the family car.
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray,
into the family's arms.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
nothing forgiven to your young idea.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
seems like you've been misused, the runaway returns.

Home. Son. Doing. Gone. Near. You're sucked in, so dear.
Welcome home, misplaced son, guess what we were doing
while you were gone. Party's in gear, we're so, so glad
that you're here. Why don't you sit down?

Welcome back!
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray.
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray.


Polish

Got with the program, swallowed it whole,
sugar made it easy, ice made it cold, made it cold.
Reached out and touched them on a TV screen,
broke out the polish, scrubbed it clean.
Scrubbed it clean, that dirty machine.
This is your portion, please don't share,
the only answer, your only prayer,
your reflection, please don't stare.
Nothing is going on in,
There is your manner, what you wear,
your diseases, your repairs,
all your belongings, please don't share.
Nothing is going on in there!

Update the cleanser, never mind the stain,
we'll take the package, let the contents remain,
contents remain as yet unnamed.
This is your portion, please don't share,
the only answer, your only prayer,
your reflection, please don't stare.
Nothing is going on in,
There is your manner, what you wear,
your diseases and your repairs,
all your belongings, please don't share.
Nothing is going on in there, going on in there,
going on in there, nothing!

Came home flat-busted only to be saved.
Everything comes down to you in a world concave,
concave, so well behaved, so well behaved.
We still turn on, thirty minutes long, we still turn on.


Dear Justice Letter

Justice Brennan, take out some insurance on me, ooo baby, ooo baby,
it's just (It's like, it's like a test!) just like I'm busted and dripping,
(It's like, it's like a test!) my sorry lungs are leaking,
(It's like, it's like a test!) it's all over,
(It's like, it's like a test!) it's all over, I said.

The last fair deal going down, you let your gown to the ground,
I am waiting around until the kiss-off.
Wasn't it you said, yeah, you can shoot me lightly,
ask me to be excused, I won't go die politely.
Anytime that you want you can shoot me lightly,
ask me to be excused, I won't go die politely.

Justice Brennan, I know it's not your fault, no baby, no baby,
just (It's like, it's like a test!) you're all busted and dripping,
(It's like, it's like a test!) your sorry lungs are all leaking,
(It's like, it's like a test!) it's not over,
(It's like, it's like a test!) it's not over, I said.

The last fair deal going down, you let your gown to the ground,
I am waiting around until the kiss-off.
Wasn't it you said, yeah, you can shoot me lightly,
ask me to be excused, I won't go die politely.
Anytime that you want you can shoot me lightly,
ask me to be excused, I won't go die politely.

Here comes the kiss-off!
Justice Brennan, Justice Brennan,
Justice Brennan, Justice Brennan, aw yeah!


KYEO (Keep Your Eyes Open)

The troops are quiet tonight but it's not all right
'cause they're planning something.
Don't you know things have settled down, down, down?
But silence is a dangerous sound.
We must, we must, we must, (We must.)
We must, we must, we must, (We must.)
We must, we must, we must, (We must!)
keep our eyes open!

See what we see!
What once was promised now will be!

Still uncertain? Still uncertain? Still uncertain?
Get off of that hang! Don't wait for that bang!
Get off of that hang! Don't wait for that bang!
The tools, they will be swinging!
The tools, they will be swinging!

We will not be beaten down!
We will not be beaten down!
We will not be beaten down now!
We will not be beaten down!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In on the Kill Taker (1993)

Facet Squared

Pride no longer has definition,
everybody wears it, it always fits,
a state invoked for the lack of position.

Strength is the bait, keeps us so busy,
if it's perforated then tear it to bits,
all sense was lost in the frenzy.

They should never touch the ground,
ground, ground, ground.

Irony's the refuge of the educated,
always complaining but they never quit,
cool's eternal but it's always dated.

They should never touch the,
touch the ground!

It's not worth, it's the investment
keeps us tied up with all these strings,
we draw lines, stand behind them, that's
why flags are such ugly things, yeah!

They should never touch the ground.


Public Witness Program

The eyes have it and the eyes always will.
The eyes have it and they're watching you still.
You'll see it, you'll see it tonight.
I'll be watching 'cause they're working tonight, all right!

Public witness charter, look but don't touch.
Public witness said he's seeing too much.
You'll see it, you'll see it tonight.
I'll be looking 'cause they're working tonight, all right!

I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand a-stand around! !

Can I get away? Yes, a witness for this.
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
I like to walk around and I'm paid to stand around and
public witness seen it all!


Returning the Screw

A fine disservice, deceptive too,
check for the sender, sender was you.
Caught me wide open, no simple burn,
this is complicated, calls for return.
FINE disservice, intended too,
check for the sender, sender was you.

The point has been recorded, the malice has been revealed.
When I stripped away the humor from the arrow that it concealed,
sharpened, soaked in urine it was meant to spread disease
but now discovered becomes the sweet antithesis!
Returning the screw!
Returning the screw!
Returning the screw!
Returning the screw!
Returning the screw!
Returning the screw!
Returning the screw!
It comes back to you!


Smallpox Champion

Smallpox champion, U.S. of A.,
give natives some blankets, warm like the grave,
this is the pattern, cut from the cloth,
this is the pattern designed to take you
right out, right out, right out, right out,
right out, right out, right out, right out,
right out, right out, right out, right out!
This is the frontier, winter's so cold,
greed informs action where action makes bold,
to take all the cotton that's cut from the stalk,
weave in the disease that's gonna wipe you
right out, right out, right out, right out,
right out, right out, right out, right out,
right out, right out, right out, right out!

What is good for the future,
what was good for the past,
what is good for the future won't last!
What is good for the future,
what was good for the past,
what is good for the future won't last!

Bury your heart, U.S. of A.,
history rears up to spit in your face,
you saw what you wanted, you took what you saw,
we know how you got it, your method equals
wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out,
wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out,
wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out!
The end of the frontier and all that you own,
under the blankets of all that you've done
memory serves us to serve you yet,
memory serves us, never let you
wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out,
wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out,
wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out!

What is good for the future,
what was good for the past,
what is good for the future won't last!
What is good for the future,
what was good for the past,
what is good for the future won't last!

Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion!
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion!
You'll get yours! Ooo!
You'll get yours! Ooo!
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion!
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion!
Wipe out!


Rend It

Why don't you come to my house?
Why don't you drag me right out
past all the shit that I said? I'm saying,
why don't you cut up my mouth?
And I don't care what you use,
just don't ask me to choose.
I forced a field to allow you,
that's not so easy to do.

I said I said what I said, I want you to help me
(Hey!) surrender, rend it, it's yours.
Out in the open, we're wide open.
(Hey!) Surrender, rend it, it's yours.
Locked in a body, in love with the process of
surrender, rend it, it's yours.
Out in the open, we're wide open.

Night light comes into my room,
some shade of bruise-colored blue
moves through my mind like a chemical,
imbalance on schedule.
My tasting face to the floor,
passive, abject, I'm sure.
I lick my lips when I need it,
don't want to lick them no more.

I said I said what I said, I want you to help me
(Hey!) surrender, rend it, it's yours.
Out in the open, we're wide open.
(Hey!) Surrender, rend it, it's yours.
Locked in a body, in love with the process of
surrender, rend it, it's yours.
Out in the open, we're wide open.
Surrender, rend it, it's yours, yours, yours!
Yours! Yours!
My, my love song, my love song, my love song,
My, my love song, my love song, my love song,
My love song went wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!


23 Beats Off

A name, I recognize that name,
it was at the center of some ticker tape parade,
the lead story, a fine example.
A name, a name.

A name, I recognize that name,
was at the center of some magnifying glass,
the lead story, a fine example.
A name!

He used to pretend he was fighting some war somewhere,
everything depends on fighting some war.
He never thought he'd be an exclamation point,
a demonstration of his disease, a punctuation mark,
a household name with H.I.V.
Still, it's just still SOUND!! SOUND!!!

Sweet and Low

[Instrumental]


Cassavetes

Shut up! Shut up! This is my last picture!
Shot in real-, real-, realism! Ahh.

Crush my calm, you Cassavetes,
sitting tight so quiet, quiet,
in the dark 'til the lights come up,
heart beating like a riot, riot.
Hollywood, are you waiting on a sign,
someone to come up, bust a genre?
You poor city of shame, ask me what
you're needing, I'll sell you his name!

'Cause he was the one to send it on with the truth,
that's something from someone, Gena Rowlands.

Complete control for Cassavetes,
not for sale, you can't buy it, buy it.
Sad-eyed mogul reaching for your wallet
like hand to holster, won't you try it, try it?
Hollywood, are you waiting on a sign,
someone to come up, bust a genre?
You poor city of shame, ask me what
you're needing, I'll front you his name!

'Cause he was the one to send it on with the truth,
that's something from someone, Gena Rowlands.
Yeah!

Ahhh, shut up! This is my last picture!
Shot in real-, real-, realism! So shut up! Shut up!
This is my last picture!


Great Cop

Got a lot of questions for me.
Got a lot of questions for me.
Got your finger pointing at me.

Distrusted!
I look for wires when I'm talking to you.
Distrusted!
I look for wires when I'm talking to
you'd make a great cop, yeah,
you'd make a great cop, yeah,
you'd make a great cop, you bet!

Got a lot of questions for me.
Got your finger pointing at me.

Distrusted!
I look for wires when I'm talking to you.
Distrusted!
I look for wires when I'm talking to
you'd make a great cop, yeah!

You'd make a great cop!
You'd make a great cop!
You'd make a great cop, you bet!
Make a great…


Walken's Syndrome

Fragile stem, asleep at stop light again,
red dressed in red drenched in red spreading
red, ever red!
Fragile stem, veering for control again,
change lanes, explain how strain defers the
impact of speed!

On. (On, on, on, on.)
On. Past. Gone.
Gone. (Gone, gone, gone.)
Gone. Passed (Passed, passed, passed.) on.

Fragile stem, made your own road again,
scars crash and glass made you laugh, you'd
show it off to your friends!
F-f-f-fragile stem, lay down your arms and then
steer into the headlights like the dead light of
the last sun you'll see!

On. (On, on, on.)
On. Past. Gone.
Gone. (Gone, gone, gone.)
Gone. Passed (Passed, passed, passed.) on.
Gone! Steering into headlights and you're gone!
Yeah! Steering into headlights and you're gone!
Gone! Burn! Gone! You are… Oooo!


Instrument

That one is predetermined, that one, it finds another,
this one comes in one window, sliding out the !!!

We need an instrument.
We need an instrument
to take a measurement
to find out if loss could weigh.
We need to know value.
We need to place value
in case it all comes true.
Could it be loss could weigh?

That one is predetermined, that one, it finds another,
this one comes in one window, sliding out the !!!

It's always they that's dying
but now it's we that's dying,
so sooner comes the trying
to understand what loss could weigh.
We've been dragged through the fire,
we bragged about that fire
but suddenly we're tired.
Could it be that loss could weigh?!
Weigh, weigh, weigh!

Could it be that loss could weigh,
loss could weigh, loss could weigh,
loss could weigh, loss could,
loss could weigh, weigh, weigh,
weigh, weigh?!


Last Chance for a Slow Dance

Coughing inside your coffin
like at the bottom of the sea.
Inside, you're breathing,
too numb for asking so I will
leave it outside your door.

Warning, the threat of morning
that just extends you another day.
Some lights were shining,
not much for seeing but you'll
be leaving the way you came.

Shot, shooting, shot, shot!
Shot, shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste.
Shot, shooting, shot, shot!
Shot, shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste.

Flare, flare fakes a flower,
a burnt-out shower no one can see.
You were needing,
too shy for asking so I will
leave it outside your door.

Pulse stalls uncut but clotted,
when you had thought it
would force a flow, some lights
were shining, not much for seeing
but you believe in the way you came.

Shot, shooting, shot, shot!
Shot, shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste.
Shot, shooting, shot, shot!
Shot, shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Red Medicine (1995)

Do You Like Me?

Your eyes like crashing jets,
fixed in stained glass but not religious.

You should pay rent in my mind,
say like the French say, "Bon soir, regret,
a demain, demain, a demain, demain,
a demain, demain, a demain, demain.
"

Do you like me? Do you like me?
Do you like me? Do you like me?
I guess.

White witness moves to petition
State of Virginia for 27 prisons
while in Bethesda, an office flaming,
youth group singing, firemen calling in
Lockheed, Lockheed, Martin Marietta,
Lockheed, Lockheed, Martin Marietta,
Lockheed, Lockheed, Martin Marietta,
Lockheed, Lockheed, Martin Marietta!

Do you like me? Do you like me?
Do you like me? Do you like me?
I guess.
Step up!

End of the lesson, time for one question,
end of the lesson, time for one more question.
I got a question! I got a question!
I got a question! I got a question!
I got a question! I got a question!
I got a question! I got a question!
Ahh. Ahh. Do you like me?
Do you like me? Do you like me?
Do you like me?


Bed for the Scraping

I'm sick with this, I'm sick with this,
situations avoided or just missed?
My own sweet time says it's 10:24,
hardly recognize simple things anymore.
I don't wanna be defeated!
I don't wanna be defeated!
I don't wanna be defeated!
I don't wanna be defeated!

This is the point. This is the manifest.
Bed for the scraping, dirty little secret,
reason for the gathering consequence.
What else is there to do but go?!

This is the point. This is the manifest.
Bed for the scraping, dirty little secret,
reason for the gathering consequence.
What else is there to do?!
What else is there to do but go, go, go, look,
look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look,
look around?! (Look out, look out, look out, look around!)
Look around!! (Look out, look out, look out, look around!)
Look around!!


Latest Disgrace

I am a message, prescient,
forecasting there is a limit
so take my temperature.
You say, "Your turn." but I
think this invite's open to all.

So come on, take your medicine!
Hey, doctor, heal yourself or
you got too much to lose?
So come on, take your medicine!
Hey, doctor, now, come on! !!

You are a message, precious,
exacting, forging a tactic
to get your motion through.
You say, "Don't know, not sure." but I
think no holster's empty for you.

So come on, take your medicine!
Hey, doctor, heal yourself or
you got too much to lose?
So come on, take your medicine!
Hey, doctor, come on now, let's go!

Shout out and shoot out the shadows!
Shout out and shoot out the shadows!
Shout out and shoot out the shadows!
Shout out and shoot out the shadows!
Yeah!!

That's my raw discourse,
let down on one tray,
cut the mission!


Birthday Pony

!!!

This is a birthday pony, this is a birthday pony,
this is a birthday pony. This is a strange kind of rest
because I feel like a guest when I'm right here at home,
I'm not right here at home.

I opened up these accounts, all these separate accounts
because I can't comprehend the single ride to the end.
I needed something to do and so I split into two
but now the pattern takes hold, I find I'm losing control!
Laugh, boy, hahahaha!
Laugh, boy, hahahahahahahahaha!!

Do you want to be…
Do you want to be…
I don't want to be…
I don't want to be
free, free, free, free,
free, free, free, free!

This is a birthday pony, this is a birthday pony,
this is a birthday pony, this is a birthday pony. !


Forensic Scene

In your memory, not so gentle,
perversify, slash, sentimental,
caught between and caught without,
I'm a failure, not your failure now.

In and out just like a knife would,
tax the flesh and leave a cheap wound,
fucked and fucking love and lay,
congenitally fractured anyway.

Unclipped, unclean, this forensic scene's
all played out. The defense rests and sorry's just
a no shit Sherlock, mouth-talk con-job.

From your memory to this instant,
worked so hard for working distance
like a mouth too late to shut,
I'm a failure, not your failure now.

Unclipped, unclean, this forensic scene's
all played out. The defense rests and sorry's just
a no shit, Sherlock, mouth-talk con-job.
No shit, Sherlock, mouth-talk con-job,
no shit, Sherlock, mouth-talk con-job,
no shit…


Combination Lock

[Instrumental]

Fell, Destroyed

Here's a list of side affects, practice tested,
covering every maliced angle, for example,
you will sleep forever, you will never sleep again,
yawn to yawn, the face is born to mask the shade of shit you're in.

Now it's time to fake resignment, room assignment,
next door to the generator, what the fuck it is, whatever
powers lights to burn all night, your teeth to grind, to
grind so fine. You'll find out sooner what it is.

Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.

Fell, destroyed and long out-used, step into it,
green in laying, water blue, shot not shaking,
cop a feeling, coprophagics say next in line, well,
how about you? Freedom's fiction, sorry fifteen,
time to sell the softer shoe.

Don't say you did what you do. (Come on now.)
Don't say you'd say what you'd do to someone.
Don't, don't you say what you do. (Come on now.)
Don't say you'd say what you'd do to someone.

Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
(Yes, I have a sense of humor. Don't you sense my sense of humor?)
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
(Yes, I have a sense of humor. Don't you sense my sense of humor?)
(Yes, I have a sense of humor. Don't you sense my sense of humor?)
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying.
(Yes, I have a sense of humor. Don't you sense my sense of humor?)


By You

A generation's "fuck you" to define, define.
You'd make them all the same but molds they break away.
Safely inside looking outside, go keep on picking at it,
it's just going to get bigger.

Not yet an also-ran.
The note left in your hand
is by you.

Asked to cease and desist, what aggravation preordained.
It feels so good laying down, I won't get up again.
Where's my, my life? You're in control like you don't know,
don't say you're along for the ride.

Sitting down when you should stand.
The line is in your hand,
it's by you.

Hand over hand over hand over…
Hand over hand over hand over…


Version

[Instrumental]

Target

It's cold outside and my hands are dry,
skin is cracked and I realize that I hate the
sound of guitars, a thousand grudging young
millionaires forcing silence, sucking sound,
forced into this conversation.

So I say, "Shine, let your planets collide."
This is the darkening down of my mind, we could be
making it, oiling it like crime, we could be making it,
staking last dimes. If you want to seize the sound,
you don't need a reservation.

Now if you want to seize the sound,
you don't need a reservation.

The torch is passed, it's yours to return,
lay at their feet, now use it to burn for marketing
the use of the word "generation", a false alliance
of money persuading, forcing silence, sucking sound,
forced into this conversation.

Now if you want to seize the sound,
you don't need a reservation.
Shut down!

So open, so young, so target, I can smell your heart,
so young, so open, I can smell your heart,
young, so open, I can smell your heart!
You're a target!
You're a target!
You're a target!
You're a target!
Oooo!


Back to Base

Autonomy, a world of difference,
they creep around but they know
they can't come in back from the
front with observation, it's still there.

Across from me, an extreme example,
bringing you what they want just twenty-four
hours a day, whole lot of not but it's
convenient, pray for fire.

Bringing you, bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you, bringing you…

They'll tell you anything,
it's speculation, pure speculation.
They'll tell you anything,
it's speculation, pure speculation.
They'll tell you anything!
They'll tell you anything!
Bringing you, bringing you,
bringing you, bringing you
back to base!


Downed City

I want to go, I want to get out,
all guns are loaded and have gone off,
now I'm channeling 17 dead revolutions
that have long gave up the ghost and
I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna,
one drink of water and I'm…

The space between the dime and dollar,
the space between the city and the, some young
kid took another kid, pumped him full of
holes just to see another horizon, I don't
wanna, no, I don't wanna, one drink of water
and I'm drowning in it, not all right.
Downed city!
Downed city!
Not all right!

Two and two sawed in two. Two and two.
Two and two sawed in two. Two and two!

The city is a city suffused,
city suffused, it's in your brain,
city suffused, city suffused, city suffused!


Long Distance Runner

The farther I go, the less I know.
One foot goes in front of the other.
It all boils down to not hanging around,
to keep moving in front of the gravity,
gravity, gravity, gravity!

The answer is there, the answer is there
but there is not a fixed position.
It keeps moving along and I keep coming along.
That's why I'm a long distance runner,
runner, runner, runner! !!!

And if I stop to catch my breath, I might catch a piece of death.
I can't keep your pace if I want to finish this race,
my fight's not with you but with gravity.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Long distance runner.
Runner.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

End Hits (1998)

Break

Can't ask for more so why unfulfilled?
We take apart everything we build.
Had it right here, now it's gone,
on and on, break!

Break! Break! Break! Break!


Place Position

All origins are accidental,
got no papers and no road leads home anymore.

Chance is the root of place position,
all maps are random, all scales are wrong. Oh.

Legal, illegal, legal, illegal,
no passion for the difference.
Legal, illegal, legal, illegal,
false premise forge the nation.

May all your borders be porous,
free transmission, smear genetics, c'est la vie!
Yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my
yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my
yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my
yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my boredom.
Yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my
yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my
yawn, yawn, yawn, I can't stifle my boredom.
So why not act your age? Fear of contagion,
the violence of a fence builder's dream
that masks the phrasing of "all the pleasures of home"!

Legal, illegal, legal, illegal,
Legal, illegal, legal, illegal,
Legal, illegal, legal, illegal,
I want to go home.


Recap Modotti

Recap in taxi, no clothes, no food.
Take care of the children, we'll send for you soon.

Alien, you find you feel at home everywhere.
You'll get by with so much less than anyone.

Deceived, entrapment through belief,
disclosure would decree, accusations would be shed.
Instead, we stand over the dead,
the vultures all well fed, the killer running free.

Outside the window, the passing night sky
filled with people I know taking me home.


No Surprise

!!!

Hey, what's your name?
Do you feel the same way too?
Siphon fuel, don't make a sound
and most of all, don't let me down.

It comes as no surprise,
comes as no surprise,
comes as no surprise,
we're destabilized.

Hey, lock eyes, shared plan,
no CIA could understand.
Defile, define, critique and solve.

Comes as no surprise,
comes as no surprise,
comes as no surprise,
we're destabilized.
Comes as no surprise,
comes as no surprise,
comes as no surprise.

No CIA, no NSA, no NSA.
Critique and sell me, baby.

(Comes as no surprise.) No CIA,
(Comes as no surprise.) no NSA,
(Comes as no surprise.) no satellite, destabilized.
(Comes as no surprise.) No CIA,
(Comes as no surprise.) no NSA
(Comes as no surprise.) could map our veins.


Five Corporations

Moves so slowly, grows so smoothly,
takes so neatly, it's as if they
belong and they've been her all along!

Grows so smoothly, moves so slowly,
takes completely, it's as if they
belong and they've been her all along!

This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.

Check the math here, check in ten years,
clusterfuck theory, buy them up and shut
them down then repeat in every town!
Every town will be the same!

This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.
This one's ours, let's take another.

Five corporations, five corporations,
five corporations, there's a pattern.


Caustic Acrostic

Lights out for the cynical sharps,
for their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props,
supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks who grease
like cops, throwing 'round their body weight and

I feel dangerous and vexed,
swinging two ton, second guess,
every motion just cuts too cruel,
too cruel, too cruel.
And the implication's that you're
implicated like a caustic acrostic,
spelling out your name.

Lights out 'cause I can see in the dark,
sidewind my way to the mark of fuse-lines
gas-wet for a spark, I crash, I burn, I've
fully lost it anyway!

I feel dangerous and vexed,
swinging two ton, second guess,
every motion just cuts too cruel,
too cruel, too cruel.
And the implication's that you're
implicated like a caustic acrostic,
spelling out your name.

You're nowhere!
You're no, no, no, no, no, nowhere!
Lights out, loser!


Closed Captioned

Your etiquette, your rules of interaction,
what are you waiting for?

Nobody's home, we're all out trying to find one,
what are we waiting for?

The recipe, a clear connection,
the time, the time, the time, the time, the time,
the direction, we just want… we don't know.

This one wants the art, this one wants the politic,
everybody wants their own damn station,
if we're so fine, maybe you can tell me why.
No one counts until they're dead.
(I asked you, I asked you a question.)
I just want… I don't know.

The imperfections are here to find,
if your position is so unkind,
everything is not all right.
And since we live in present tense,
the only hope of making sense
all depends on the source of light.
Everything is closed captioned, come on.
So, come on, so, come…


Floating Boy

(OK, it wasn't in my head anyway.)
("Floating Boy", take 1.)

Too sweet? All right, all right.
Too sweet? All right. Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa. All right.
Too sweet? All right. Too sweet? All right.
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa. All right.

The sun came up, the sun came out,
the sun did us in, the sun came out
and tore us up. It ripped the shit
out of our behinds. We drove home on
towels off the heat of the seats with
sand in our teeth, all right.
(We drove home on towels off the heat
of the seats with sand in our teeth, all right, all right.)

Cut on the ocean, blood on the sea,
cut on the ocean, (so, so I forgot.)
High on the ocean, cut on the ocean,
so I… down on the sea.
Lie on the ocean, cut on the ocean,
(Cut out and drown! Go!) !!!
Yeah, we're not brave, not brave,
but we're down for the count.
Lie on the ocean, lie on the sea,
lie on the ocean, water, waves under
so I… down. (Down! Down! Yeah!)
Lie on the ocean, cut on the ocean,
down on the sea, down on the sea.
High on the ocean, lie on the ocean,
take in the sea, take in…
But we're down, we're down
for the count, all right.


Foreman's Dog

Here's an all new version,
teeming with distractions,
Trojan horse rolled backwards,
mastered by your own device,
then spliced, then cut in the sad
and sorry image of some grinning
'caster staring at a sinkhole,
piling up disasters, marking the
footage raw.

Now parade the muscles, trying to
make their dicks grow, warring with
their bodies, dimensions oversold.
"And I wonder, I wonder if I pierce it,
will my body stop lying to me?"
Mouthing mile a minute, blasting like a
furnace, fogging up the lenses with the
dampness of spew.

Loss of concentration, loss of obvious!
It's a stock set-up!
Loss of concentration, loss of obvious!
It's a stock set-up!
Loss of stimulation, signed anonymous!
It's just a stock set-up!

Man, check it out!
A well-worn cop's shoes kicking out
a door frame, class war extra PR-ing
like a foreman's dog.
"What a slob! But I guess, you know,
he's got to make a living somehow."
Tossing a wild-eyed greaser right onto
the pavement, scanned into the bright light,
maxing the pixels to glow.

Loss of concentration, loss of obvious!
It's a stock set-up!
Loss of concentration, loss of obvious!
It's a stock set-up!
Loss of stimulation, signed anonymous!
It's a stock set-up!

How did it come to, hey, hey…
How did it come, come to this? Hey, hey!
How did it come to mean nothing but this?!
S'all I can say! S'all I can say!


Arpeggiator

[Instrumental]

Guilford Fall

Down at the station, we question our rations,
you seem satisfied with the little received.
Down at the station, we question our rations,
you seem satisfied with the little received.

Fractured appetite with bismuth pink on tap,
ascetic limbs gone tight and your lips are clamped,
your lips are clamped and grey.

!!!
Crash your appetite, erasing every mark you make,
standing in the corner while you're working up
your mantra, "Derail the train, the train,
derail the train." (The train, the train, the train.)

Take the time to hesitate while what's glistening
on your plate goes dry and cold, not in your mouth.

!!!
Oh! All right, you see your programmatic mind
surrenders appetite, surrenders appetite and crash
all the place, snakes ingest 40 times their body
weight but you, you emaciate, you crash your shit
all over the place. Such a tragic mind, you sent
your soul into shock, snakes ingest half their body
weight all over the place. Snakes ingest now 20 times
their body weight. Now open your mouth!


Pink Frosty

Animosities and apologies, back and forth,
we struggle, falter, refrain.

With glue and string and deciphering we
try, try, try to stay together despite the pain.

It's not our first time through nor our
Waterloo, back and forth from situation we
move to episode.

But if we can find some peace of mind,
intertwined, the delivery is worth the load.

But if we can find some peace of mind,
intertwined, the delivery is worth the load.


F/D

Son of a gun and knife and bomb,
son of a bitch earned every stitch,
son of a father's son, yes, I know I'm one,
now it's time to pull the switch.

Yeah!
Touch with your eyes, drool with my eyes.
Touch with your mind, drool with my mind.
Touch with your eyes, drool with my eyes.
Touch with my mind, drool with your eyes.

Pornsmanship and sales filtrate
shoulder blades and things concave
and every smile that marks a lie
passed in code as real desire,
dressed in silk and flavored milk,
bred in bone and finely honed,
sell what we always sell, what we
always sell, what we can't own.

Yeah!
Touch with my eyes, drool with my eyes.
Touch with your mind, drool with your mind.
Touch with your eyes, drool with my mind.
Touch with my mind, drool with your eyes.

(Surprise end hits, take 1, rolling.)
(Go.)
(Go ahead.)(OK, here we go, 1-2-3…)(Perfect!)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Furniture (2001)

Furniture

This is a song with no words.
Nobody can hear them missing.
They just look at my mouth, yeah,
look at my mouth, yeah, look at my mouth
and say, "Hey, man, I know where you're
coming from." Yeah?! Bullshit!

Furniture has no say in life,
was made to be used by people.
How many times have you felt like
a bookcase sitting in the living room
gathering dust, full of thoughts already
written? How 'bout now?!

This is a song with no words.
Yes, I thank you all, you've heard it before.
See my mouth, see that it's moving.
I think you already know where I'm coming from.
Right, right here! That's right, coming from here!
Hey, check it out, check it out! It's coming from here!
What I know comes from here, right here!


Number 5

[Instrumental]

Hello Morning

Hello morning and the morning sun,
light up the damage that the damage's done,
send a message you can understand,
we're time capsules in a garbage, septic can!

Shelved with things we used to use,
a box of candles with the wicks removed,
battery chambered with corrosive rust,
a sealed box with the top ripped, top ripped,
top ripped, top ripped off!

You made your bed now lie in it. Ahh!
!!!!, yeah! !!!!, yeah! !!!!, yeah! !!!!,
you really should now, knew that you would now,
knew that you would now! Good. Ah!

Hello evening from the waning world,
things still breathe and colors turn,
but the tracks of what you used to know,
they're no longer running under you!

A well-made bed, now lie in it!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The Argument (2001)

Untitled

[Instrumental]

Cashout

On the morning of the first eviction,
they carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son.
Furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family.
That little piggie went to market so they're kicking out everyone.
Talking 'bout process and dismissal, forced removal of the people
on the corner, shelter and location, everybody wants somewhere.

The elected are such willing partners,
look who's buying all their tickets to the game.
Development wants, development gets, it's official.
Development wants this neighborhood gone so the city just wants the same.
Talking 'bout process and dismissal, forced removal of the people
on the corner, shelter and location, everybody wants somewhere.

Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere!

Process and dismissal, process and dismissal.
Shelter and location, everybody wants somewhere. !!

Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants…


Full Disclosure

I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
Want a mutually-assured destructive,
life-seizing separate culture
to take me over, moving silent like radar.
Take me over and blow out my mind, yeah!
Full disclosure, coming sponsored by no one.
Take me over and blow out my mind, yeah!
Ejected.

I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
I want out, I want out, I want out!
Want a mutually-assured destructive,
life-seizing separate culture
to take me over, moving silent like radar.
Take me over and blow out my mind, yeah!
Full disclosure, coming sponsored by no one.
Take me over and blow out my mind, yeah!
(Blow out my mind, yeah, blow out my mind, yeah,
full disclosure, full disclosure, full disclosure.)

Ejected!


Epic Problem

Congratulations. Stop.
Wish I could be there. Stop.
Tell me something that I don't know.
Is there anything left to know?
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Accessory, accessory, accessory!
Accessory, accessory, accessory!

We regret to inform. Stop.
Miss you dearly, signed sincerely. Stop.
Tell me something that I don't know.
Is there anything left to know?
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Accessory, accessory, accessory!
Accessory, accessory, accessory
to the time, time, time, time, time, time!

I've got this epic problem, this epic
problem's not a problem for me.
And inside I know I'm broken but I'm
working as far as you can see.

I've got this epic problem, this epic
problem's not a problem for me.
And inside I know I'm broken but I'm
working as far as you can see.
And outside it's all production, it's
all illusion, set scenery.
I've got this epic problem, this epic
problem's not a problem for me.


Life and Limb

When the bit pulls tight, the grip is sewn into the reins.
Can't breathe it out, you'll just breathe it back again.
Go and mental-pack your chambers full for no reason you can name.
A boil-in-bag blood supply, you know it's murder on the veins.
Awww, don't you feel it now?
Viva, viva, viva, life and limb.
Viva, viva, viva, threatening.
Viva, viva, viva, life and limb.
Viva, viva, viva, threatening.
I said, hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really in a loving way.)
Hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really want it right away.)

The national temper, now you know it's written on your face.
Etched and scratched and mirrored back, don't you know it's all the rage?
Awww, don't you feel it now?
Viva, viva, viva, life and limb.
Viva, viva, viva, threatening.
Said, hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really in a loving way.)
Hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really want it right away.)
Right away.

Hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really in a loving way.)
Hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really want it right away.)
Hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really in a loving way.)
Hey, we want our violence doubled.
(No, but really want it right away.)


The Kill

Born into race and nation.
Accept family and obligation.
I'm not a citizen, I'm not a citizen.

Embrace tradition and occupation.
Cull memory for assimilation.
Secure for future generations.
Secure for future generations.
I'm not a citizen, I'm not a citizen.
I'm not a citizen, I'm not a citizen.

Laying in this cold field, waiting for the call,
feeling right here in this uniform, I think I got them all.

Academic or street education.
Obtain degree in annihilation.
I'm not a citizen, I'm not a citizen.
I'm not a citizen, I'm not a citizen.

Laying down in chambers, waiting for the call,
seen your kind so many times, you got no chance at all.

Laid out, immobile, hoping for that call,
it's in my mouth, under my skin, sodium pentathol,
sodium pentathol, sodium pentathol, sodium pentathol.


Strangelight

Sun's a strange light, nothing grows right anymore,
scars on every stalk, whose mouth should I use to talk?
Force that marks the routine, temperature, whatever degrees,
create the bad thing and lay our heads in it.

Now it's hard to punch the clock on a site where production's stopped,
I'm a warehouse filled with junk, some somethings for some someones.
Tasking time with tracking eye, tectonic shifts one nerve at a time,
I lay my head in it.

Oooooo.

A hundred plans to fortify, beige concrete goes on for miles,
hiding cities under it, fill my mouth with non-mouth spit.
There was a light at the window, a light under the door
but it's not there anymore.

Come on over.
Come on over.
Get your shoes on, get your feet on, baby.
Come on over.
Get your shoes on, get your feet on, baby.
Get your shoes on, get your feet on, baby.
Come on over.
Get your shoes on, get your feet on, baby.
Come on over.


Oh

Number one in acquisitions,
there is no foreign soil.
Go global like a round thing,
go global like a hole.
And to money matchmaker,
splice that green as fast as you can.
Let's break it down and start again.

Memo to the partners:
I'm changing all the locks,
I'm pissing on your modems,
I'm shredding all the stocks.
Choose a color for your ceiling,
I'm waiting for the bottom to drop.
In a room so brightly lit,
I can't see in, no, no, no!

You would never say you were out of time.
(Your secret's out.)
Coming with the fiction all the time.
(Your secret's out.)
But there's a call coming on the other line.
(Your secret's out.
It's out now, oh, yeah!

La-la-lapse of luxury,
la-la-lapping waste,
cruising towards a bruising crash,
thread held anvil's gonna break.
When the letter returns to the sender,
I can hardly wait.
God, this room's so brightly lit,
I can't see shit, no, no, no!

You would never say you were out of time.
(Your secret's out.)
Coming with the fiction all the time.
(Your secret's out.)
But there's a call coming on the other line.
(Your secret's out.)
It's out now, it's out, yeah!

Thank you, may I have another?
I will be your eager driver,
your service provider, your maitre d.
Thank you, may I have another?
I will be your eager driver,
your service provider, your maitre d,
like a round thing, take it, take it, round there!

Thank you, sir, may I have another?
Thank you, sir, may I have another?
Thank you, sir, may I have another?
Please?


Ex-Spectator

Looking out for cars and mortality,
trying to find some sort of geometry,
avoiding mistakes, keep an eye on every step I take.
Everything is building and it appears
that you're all architects and engineers,
that's how it looks, that's how it looks from here.

I'm an ex-spectator, can't you see?
I'm an ex-spectator, never let my, never let my,
never let my, never let my vision get in the way of…

Here's some questions that the writer sent:
"Can an observer be a participant?
Have I seen too much? Does it count if it doesn't touch?
If the view is all I can ascertain,
pure understanding is out of range.
If I can make that call, why can't I make that change?"

I'm an ex-spectator, can't you see?
I'm an ex-spectator, never let my, never let my,
never let my, never let my vision get in the way of me!


Nightshop

Fuck your fucked directives.
God, I want a new invective,
custom built to form, form-fit you,
say it to your face if I get to choose.
I'll take something real:
the fight to feel while your next meal
is calling, loosely trademarked as the best
fucking thing you've ever had inside your mouth.
All comet-cleaned and scrubbed down,
landscaping for a ghost town, while that deficient
platform for your head causes you to mistake yourself
for dead. All that you would issue is capital's
incontinence, is causing you embarrassment.
The wet spot on the carpet that you leave as the
reminder that you need. Of all that it did to you,
adjusting your reception, a welcome self-correction,
oh, make it quick, make it soon, make it something
I can do all by myself 'cause there's a brain inside it,
there's a brain deciding, there's a brain inside the
brain, there's a brain inside the brain deciding
what's after this!

Time to make or break,
find me somewhere else.
Time to make or break,
how about it?!

I've got no patience,
no way stationed,
hanging at the nightshop
eating shit.
Said, I got no patience,
no way stationed,
hanging at the nightshop
eating shit.

"Who works for who?",
every asshole says,
side-saluting emptiness instead
but if I get to choose, I'll take
something real.
Who works for who?
Who you working for?
Who works for who?
Who you working for?


Argument

When they start falling, executions will commence.
Sides will not matter now matter makes no sense.
How did a difference become a disease?

I'm sure you have reasons, rational defense,
weapons and motives, bloody fingerprints,
but I can't help thinking it's still all disease.

Here comes the argument,
here comes the argument,
here comes the argument,
folderol.

It's all about strikes now so here's what striking me:
that some punk could argue some moral ABCs
when people are catching what bombers release.
I'm on a mission to never agree.

Here comes the argument,
here comes the argument,
here comes the argument,
here comes the argument,
here it comes!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Other Songs with Lyrics



In Defense of Humans

(from the State of the Union compilation released in 1989)
In defense of humans, lay down your power trip,
stop toying with emotions and relationships
'cause you, you don't rise when people fall.

In defense of humans, lay down your politics,
it's all about big money, yeah, and media tricks
'cause you, you don't rise when people fall.

(I…) I see you rot this world.
(I…) I see you ride this world.
(I…) I see you rape this world
on, off, on, off, on, off!
I don't like what I see. Greed!
I don't like what I see. Greed!

In defense of humans, lay down your human pride,
we're born into our bodies, no chance to decide
'cause you, you don't rise when people fall.

In defense of humans, lay down your sticks and stones,
weapons and violence, they're better off left alone
'cause you, you don't rise when people fall.

(I…) I see you rot this world.
(I…) I see you ride this world.
(I…) I see you rape this world
on, off, on, off, on, off!
I don't like what I see. Greed!
I don't like what I see and I see greed!
Greed.
I said you, you don't rise when people fall!
I said you, you don't rise when people fall!


Me and Thumbelina

(from the Instrument soundtrack released in 1999)
Me and Thumbelina down at the video store
searching out some titles, searching out some more.
She says to me "Dear, what do you want to see?"
Me and Thumbelina casting out to sea.


Little Debbie

(from the Instrument soundtrack released in 1999)
Little mom goes crazy!
She can't bring this world
through the middle of the house,
through the house, in the middle of
the night, no, mama, mama, mama, mama,
mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, oh, yeah!
Little Debbie's mom goes crazy!

12 o'clock, nine kids sneak
into the rec room, can't bring nothin'
through the house today, oh, yeah!

Little Debbie's mom goes crazy!
Oh, yeah!
Little Debbie's mom goes crazy!


I'm So Tired

(from the Instrument soundtrack released in 1999)
Out here, barely see my breath,
surrounded by jealousy and death.
I can't be reached, only had one call,
dragged underneath, separate from you all, you all.

This time, lost my own return
in spite of everything I've learned.
I hid my tracks, spit out all my air,
slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares, my cares.

I'm so tired, sheep are counting me,
no more struggle, no more energy,
no more patience, you can write that down,
it's all too crazy, I'm not sticking 'round.


The Word

(from the 20 Years of Dischord compilation released in 2002)
You got a problem? (You!)
Many got a problem.
What are you gonna do?
What was that word again?!

Life has got me down,
mom and dad, it's cool, no,
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
What was that word again?!
What was that word?!
What was that word again?!
What was that word?!

The word is…

You see ugliness? (You!)
Do you see ugliness?
You see your reflections,
your reflections!

What was that word?!
What was that word?!
Hey, man, what's the word?!
What was that word again?!
What was that word?!
What was that word again?!
What was that word?!

The word is…
The word is…
The word is change!!

You don't like what you do, the word.
You don't like what you see, the word.
You don't like what you are, the word.
Please, change!

Change, change, change, change,
change, change, change, change,
change, change, change, change,
change, change, change, change,
change, change, change, change,
change, change, change, change,
change, change, change, change,
CHANGE!

Change.


Turn Off Your Guns

(from the First Demo compilation released in 2014)
Turn off your guns!
Don't cut your skin no more.
Everybody's always saying,
"You hate life so much.
What are you living for?"
We're still paying, we're still paying.

You never hurt yourself.
You hurt everybody else.
And you talk about dying.
When your wish comes true
and there's no more you,
we're still trying, we're still trying!

This is not the end of you!

Nothing in life,
nothing in life,
nothing in life,
nothing in life
could be that bad.