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Admiral - Revolving and Loading 7"

Revolving and Loading:

Questions came back to me revolving and loading
something I used to speak comes full circle loaded back
around back around lips come to hurt the same it was your lips
that scar no I am me what did you see I must live my past
as you throw it in as you remind me what I used to be
give the ability to speak the truth and lips you use to
hurt tear down don't build up all the old doors are
shut lips no lies lies are excuses I didn't know how to
unload lips shot and hit past lips lives I must forget

Fit:

Touching back to soul I wail I can touch it but I push
away I push forward but I seem to fail but still I know
where I stand today light cast down on me mask removed
so I can see touch my hands is it really me got to be
what I want to be you can't be what you want to be
so you've got to be something anyway light cast down
upon me my mask removed so I can see that it

Meter and Rule:

You have penetrated my soul in an act of anger full
throttle a small moment of release I recapture the
pain and growth of life I shed my skins and become
vulnerable to taste the sweet joys of living to feel
the hopelessness and to know hope is still alive
thrust against a wall look in my eyes the spark of my
love to be alive

Benchwarmer - Pud 7"

Highchair:

Take a look up there, now you're on the level
yeah it's quite the view, wish you had a highchair too
The table's always full
God helps those who help themselves
God helps those, who can't think for themselves
Meat and potatoes it's all there
Can't really eat it no more
It makes me sick, it makes me sore
I know my highchair will break someday and down I will fall.

Weirdo:

I'm scared for you and I'm, I'm scared for me
Nothing seems to be working out, I'm in defeat
Just drift right on in, and take it back for a while
I'll stay for a week, by then they'll know I'm weak
I'm too weird to figure out, I'm so weird I scare myself
I won't go outside in fear of myself
I'm scared for you and me
I doesn't turn me inside out
I don't want to kill myself

Bigot:

Never took a chance on knowing you
You scare me right from the start
That stick you put me in, it stirred me
It nearly tore me apart
I've seen you before and I know what you think
I've seen you before and I know what you do

Burning Ambitions - split 7" w/ Sinatra '65

Graduation Ceremony

A line of people
a million miles long
in funny blue dresses
with funny hats on

set them on fire

when we go live out pointless , stupid lives
we will get back together
in about twenty years
and talk behind each others back again

breathe, breathe

I can't be content to breathe anymore
Oi! Oi! Oi!


Chino Horde - Self-Titled LP

Undone and Over

This depression is realistic but I still can't
help but feel that some of the things I've done
and right and you can't make them different frustration
effects my contribution and I'm not feeling appreciation
I know my weakness all too well but I refuse
to tear myself down all because of some ignorant
reaction some militant reaction my reflection is
sufficient and I know why I love this ascetic.

Natural

Waking up to irritation I can't find any peace in my
rest when I finally realize my motivation lies in
dreams that become history and sometimes it gets so
hard to separate and see who want to be there in the
end. there was time when there were thoughts that
we both embraced but now this is empty I don't know
if I can take it any longer cause I've had enough
nothing left to settle I know the way I must go
the way that leads from here how can I feel more
than what comes natural time spent away from here would
only do me some good.

Twenty-Seven

Man I can't believe this apathy in me
I know I must change it to set myself free
find it realize it and you're beginning to start making
change for yourself and someone else
that's the biggest part you see one thing is useless
in a stagnant form reshape it take some time and something
functional is born waiting it lie until
something deep inside causes you to act when I sit still that feeling
sets in nothing that strong can be built on a foundation that is guilt.

Paul

When I wonder how far we all must go before
we reach the point where we all are satisfied
and it makes me realize that so much of our lives
doesn't mean anything at all I've got nothing when
I think about what we consider necessity it seems that
so much of our lives are based only amounts to
pure shit. I've got nothing we hold it up like an emotion
we tie a ribbon around the fat we built it up
to touch the sky but we need to tear it down save
me from these thoughts that are burned inside my mind
take the time I will do my time.

Arson

I want to participate there are points to which
I've made it I turn around and I am hated what've
I done to cause all this pain they're burning up
chaotic state I try to realize my crime who is right
or wrong no need to criticize I try to exercise the rights
that everyone deserves does anyone even care
sometimes I wonder if I were to let it all go
who would notice who would know now I am despised to
the point where it is publicized to keep me in fear
I want to participate I try to anticipate does anyone
even care I am afraid I am not afraid I want
to take action I want a reaction but tell me
who really cares I really care I just want to trust
I just want to be trusted I just want to live I just
want to fucking live

Silo

Take back what you felt and what
you said the conclusion has come and gone and you're
still standing still I'm here with nothing and it feels
so empty hoping it will all come back
it keeps coming back this was never yours it will never
be mine it never seems quite right we always take to much
in the end I didn't give up and just got tired of fighting my
body bruised my mind stuck in stillness

Composite

Hold tightly to springs waiting to be undone
metal protects it gives you comfort locked and loaded
and only one way red wanting to be made flush weakness
fits nicely in this place the hip can hold
so much weight clutched for the last time cannot give
away what you think you need your weakness is killing
your stupidity is killing you're weak you're cold
you're taking hold the machine to which your life's been
sold your escape is worth your weight in gold
so pull the trigger and do you think you understand
what it means to be a man you will never comprehend what you have
done in the end.

Donor

I layed down with my conscience and let it tell me a lie. freedom
lost isolation gained but I'm still there strapped to
memories hurt shoots its darts and bruised and bloodied
I still stand I can't look within without seeing all the bad
that is held inside only time will wash away this guilt.

Closure - split 7" w/ Breakwater

Servant to Silence

the sky is overspread, with a close veil of one moon, that just appears, a dim
seen ord, yet chquers not the ground with any shadow. at last the pleasant light starles the man
whose eyes are bend, he looks around the clouds are split how fast they wheel away , but they are
silent. still they roll along. immeasurably distant. at length the vision doses and the mind not
undisturbed by the deep joy it feels is left to muse upon the solemn scene. the rains at length have
ceased, the winds are stilled, the stars shine brightly between clouds at rest. as a cavern is with
darkness filled, the vale is by mighty sound possessed.

The Childrens Crusade

what a human life is seems to be less understood than at any times
before. humans are unique and valuable experiment on the part of nature. if we were not something
more than unique beings, then life would lose its purpose. man is eternal and man is sacred worthy
of every consideration. in every murder the creation suffers in each a redeemer is nailed to a cross.

Crash And Britany - self-titled 7"

It is chemistry:

I will never defend
Why we exist, in the
foreground, I will
never pretend you
are really there.
True destruction
co-exists
pure creation
is exponential
validate my will to hate
the cloud has loomed were
doomed far from my stance
and i can detail my dreams
turn it into my worst
nightmare cannot distinguish
real from outter mind, can
you help me this time.
true creation
co-exists
pure-destuction
is exponential
is exponential
is exponential
exponential.

Angel Angle:

Fired beautiful, one year
is why you fear, don't ask
me how the stories making since.
If beauty leaves from here the
room will clear. The daring un-
welcome that youve become. Stay
unpon myyyyyyyyyyyy level.
plus dont
leave us.
on the days
you cursed to
much and i
feel that
fate fell be-
hind.
hearts cant tell
the nothing.
part of whole
you were there
you tell you,
your not home.
i found it's us
i found it's us.

Current - Self-Titled 7"

Could I

Kicking at all that walks I thought I might run for awhile but my
feet are tired of wearing your golden crown around town. Open all that
opens in light of a different day. Could I paint it again?

Silvered Lead

I decorate it with color - bring it to mine, I know this is
missing an important part. The only way I can be saved is to find a Red
Badge of Courage. When you're familiar with the tools of trade they just
seem to turn and sink. With a file sharpen my knowledge - broaden my
view. Unconscioulsy keeping the fragments of silvered lead in my pocket.
In the case I may have to melt it down again in my pocket. Can't talk. Can't
speak. Can't tell you how I feel. Take it as is. Your goddess is walking a
thin line - to scared for talk. She though she'd be alright she though she'd
be okay but the bridge and the guard rail has fallen away.

Come Down

This is mine - fourteen years blind - and this is yours - a house
on a hill - and this is mine - an awaking day - and this is yours - a head
turned the other way. Said when you come down to see your Son he has
shadows for everyone.

Left at the Right

I was the last one with crayons. They told me of a
blistering - fostering - greening Earth. My hold so tight now wax surrounds
me. Traipse my path of then. A time when lives were kept in shoeboxes
even though I was the last one picked in this game I live. Your headwinds
carried me away I didn't fight. I didn't know what it was about then. Let me
run with them I promise to be careful. Jump the statue boy - left at the right.
When it comes around when your feet are ground when it's all falling
down - you are sound.

Elizabeth Herz - Easter Island 7"

Easter Island:

Give me a face a face carved out
of granite expressionless stoic set in stone give me
eyes that don't cry push out my bloodshot soul
windows what did you feel nothing what did you feel
give me lips devoid of venom lips that don't form
screams of anger and anguish give me a mind
untwisted by life not marred not scarred by bad data
rip my face off

Cannot be clouded:

Opposition must be
directed at those who condone war slaughtering the
masses for any cause because they deceive convincing
us to believe that we as human beings are not a single
people leaders want loyalty ignorant obedience of
those shipped off to kill and die essential truths
cannot be clouded by phony symbolism and fiery
rhetoric burning their card burning their rag I will not
support.

Friction:
Daily wars are waged basic needs
upstaged voices of dissent caged sensibilities enraged
ample impetus for fury can't suppress a scream
existing as friction in the face of annihilation global
bodies mutilated sanctity desecrated ever second
lives are lost every minute thresholds crossed how
many examples are necessary to move your slug ass
soul so much at stake what does it take.

Five-O - self-titled 7"

Co Op:

I lay down and I can't
get up. I know I should just move on, progress
will be my savior. But, I have lost it all. Beaten, broken
into what I hated. You pulled the life you gave me out from
under my feet. How does it feel to be the one I lived for?
I got knocked down and the punch was filled with my feelings.
When I get up, I'll build another meaning for my life.
Emotions are numb and I can't live my life the way I once did.
You stole my drive and it's too hard, my mind can't supplement my heart.

Goat Boy - Struggle for power 7"

Love Song:

From every dream thats been
made from gold
Misery awakens thousands
from their sleep
Who are condemned to torture
as diverse as
All the bruises on every battered face
All is illusion without state
power
In the peoples hands to transform the world
The truth is cold but liberating
We will have to die we will have to kill
It turns around now
Create a culture of resistance
Enforce the vision with Ian guage of arms
Fracture the restraint of the humble
Cause this peaceful road is littered with the dead
This is a song of love
I hope you can understand

Prepare for struggle:

Hunger consumes children in the prisons of starvation
Incediary bombs incinerate the poor artualied bourgeois freedom
Delicate hands of a bulldozing machine
conducts the funeral procession
Their targets are expanding and we
cower like frightened children
Her rape was for four days, but no words
were spoken
She kept silent to serve all the people
Where their oppression their resistance
Class struggle is waged independent of consciousness
The fascists consolidate the legal left collaberates
Who only exist to confine the terms of debate
There is a fine line between those who are cautious and who are cowards
Id you died right now what would you be proud of
Elected Death Squads
Life means nothing to them
But we will not except slavery in any form

Open Your Eyes:

We all live on stolen land
That's a fact that cannot be
ignored
It's true that the past is the past
But the effects have yet to be resolved
Time after time people forced
into conflict
Life upon life taken away
Because of failure to recognize
The injustice of white mans agenda
How long must the people wait
For justice and equality
Before they take action
To restore their dignity
Time after time martyrs portrayed
as criminals
Voice upon voice silenced in jails
Media hype just helps to build
misunderstanding
Fascist cops made out as hero's
Some fucking hero's
Open you eyes, realize
That their truths are really lies

Pride:

The time has come for revolution
There is no way you can alter my position
Don't try to sway me from my path
Pretty soon you will be dealing with my wrath
You can only push the people so far
Before they push back, push back hard
I have my pride and your not gonna take it all away
I will take a chance cause I can't swallow
This for another day
Well I let it go and I let it slide
Now it's coming down to a question of my pride
I'm not ashamed of who I am
Because I know I'm my own man
I have my pride...

Jara - Self-Titled 7"

Friend

I tried to see both sides
and I wanted to see both sides
and I always sought both sides
but all I could see was mine
I tried to see both sides
and I wanted to see both sides
and I always sought both sides
so I could decide what was right for me

the hardest thing and I still don't know
is when to love and when to quit

because I used to know you
until I got to know you and
I'm not so impressed any longer
because what I need is to be praised
and criticized right to my face
and you do neither but
force me to listen to your second
hand information and subtle clues
of your disgust for world
for your life
and for me

Defect

hey.
this is no god damn contest
and if it were I would not be sliding with you
I will always betray your pathetic cause
and I don't care that we're the same
between our legs
I have grown from this seed within
eyes ablaze from some gender code
to end it I search within
(and to listen to women)
and I do not trust the hands of many men
you live by a poem that is murderous
I cannot ally myself to that
you would maintain what is unjustly yours
and I would like to rip your smile away

I refuse to war against women

lay down your eyes
lay down your hands
lay down your intentions
help her be free from yourself

Infected Life

devastated addicts turn transcendental
their drug of choice becomes your ritual
metallic taste of anticipation inflames
the throat of moral devastation
my nightmares are so much
more fucking pleasant
scars aren't healing deflies god's silences
if you would just shut up and listen
and awake from your permanent
state of sedation

you are the infected life

years away we can all look back
something unlike genuine affection
it's not easy living no more talent for acting
life will never be what you want it to be
embrace your new rush
gather your self worth
enlist in your new war
infected life aborts
heaven is now yours

wake up and taste the pain
wake up.

Karenza - Self-Titled 7"

Tongue Tied

Can you feel my lovin baby? On the upbeat. Fists fly swiftly
to strike the threat down. If you can't believe me, where is Novocain?
Dull each blow by blow. Words are vicious. As my patience wears thing, there's
only so much one can take. If you can't believe me, I can't allow your
misguidings.

Sex Pistol

I'm just another one. Fuck me over respect is lost when cock
touches cunt this is no lifestyle, it's a deathstyle. You're a trophy on his wall,
with cheap distaste. Another victim of their own greed, digging deeper, but
you're not dead yet. She was everything to me, daddy's little girl. I'm sorry,
because it's all my fault.

Catalyze

Stand up motherfucker. Face yourself fucker. We can't hold still,
id you're holding us back. Taste your apathy, you have failed yourself. There is a
time to sit down and a time to stand. How long do we have to remain
sitting until we realize how little we are truly doing? Are you proud? Where are
you taking yourself? If we can't receive it, it's time to fucking take it. If you
don't believe, step back.

Columbus

White. Middle class. We stand on guard for thee. Separate but
equal. Prejudiced domain. I'm not your forefather. I'm accountable for
their mistakes 'cause I bear their birthright. If they were such god damn heros, I'll be
their enemy. I'm your forefather. I saved you.


Kerosene 454 - Two for Flinching

Easier

Denial was always the hold for the key
personalities rotating from one to the other even
after twenty-two years still dropping shells to
gain attention guns as an offering to appease
blessed with respect and forgiveness loose on the
lips of the trigger and I say yes in pity alone.

Stab Your Eyes

The once sweet taste has taken a bitter twist the
salts of regret the twitch of resentment, for
asking give and you shall receive, was all we had
ever believed I wish I, I had the key to unlock the
anxiety seeing eyes, I wish I could bind to blind
to shuffle through and not settle in to keep the
peace, it sinks and sinks can you feel, can you
feel the heart.


Manumission - Binary Lung 7"

Binary Lung:

Crumble, rites of passage dripping last drop,
down the drain. Looking for one new nail, another search sunk
too soon. Pushing through burdened horses, call for help,
phone across the path. I crawl with hope only to find tract
housing. I want to get off this scale. I call myself.
dime stop time. I'm breathing. I'm breathing. I call myself on
my climb to find I'm not just inhale, exhale, binary code.

Distance:

The more I analyze, the more I see my complete inability to ever
feel for you. Afraid to look to her eyes, my eyes simply fall to
the ground. I close my mouth in fear that she thinks I am another
of my guilty gender. Words I use to try to ease the pain, stay in
my throat, I know that they can only stretch the distance between
our genders. Length has already moved us too far apart.
Our only tool, what brings us closer, has been converted by the fear
in our hearts. Words we use, what you and I speak, need to be
exchanged in an open manner. We need to talk. To cut out the fear.
I am afraid you think I am one of them. I close my mouth to help.
It only keeps us apart. When will this distance close?


Song A:

Do you want my help or merely my consent? Do you want my resignation
or just a muzzle? Scream for your life. If I let it slide just one
last time, will you sing me a lullaby or kill another piece of me?
Scream for your life. I won't appeal to your senses.

Complete:

Shut your moth at me, shines so nice. Well planned words, perfect
theories. Argument no matter, premise cuts, Basis in works, play works
undefined. Last show in paradise. Last train sat goodbye. Last time
move on by. Aren't we too old, can't we see? Perfection is a state of
mind. Embrace your futility, this is only real for me. All I can do
is cut it off. All I can do is ignore. There is no rug to sweep it under.
So just don't look. Cut it off. Drop it.

Humanity:

Humanity bastardized by claims of survival of the fittest,
excuse for our loss of humanity in the name of the human
race. Unfit species, gravestone eyes, grown blind to
inspiration. I reclaim my sight. I want back my humanity.
Ignorant to cause or effect. Refusal to give or accept.
In grown urge to try to conquer attempted purge of this
behavior. I want back control over my life.

Reach Out - split 7" w/ Honeywell

Gadfly

we get caught up in the rivers rushing waters the river is wide and deep just like the
wounds you left me with struggle against the limitations of our own intelligence the future offers very little
hope for those who expect that the new mechanical slaves will take out place we sit back and watch it
all happen without noticing the paralyzing truth the paralyzing facts mechanical slaves will offer us a
world in which we may rest from thinking the struggle against our limitations the limitations that will hold
us back the world of the future will be an evermore demanding attempt against the limitations of our
solidity not a comfortable hammock in which we can lie down to be waited upon as we waste our lives
that we worked so hard to build crumble before our eyes the water is cascading down the halls we get
caught up in the rivers rushing water the river is as wide and deep just like the wounds you left us with
I close my eyes and try to define a land of equality I have an American dream of equality what is it?

Message To...

they point their fingers live in fear they accuse can you see they judge them in the
dark clear from the days those days that left me standing in the dark days go by just like the minute
hand goes around and I'm left with no reason to live no reason to believe in you they point their fingers
there I was here I am this isn't right I understand how you feel I've felt it before out instincts are dying
such is the season all we have to adore entails...hand in fucking hand the sound of your heart is in my
head what the fuck is it gonna take the sound of your voice is in my head this must end I can't turn my
back these things enter my mind and I can't break free I can't flee the fears the fear you see in the dark


Render Useless - self-titled 7"

Grow:

There's nothing to describe this feeling that i know it's all mine
on which I will grow
there's nothing wrong with us
my idea is my own
there's nothing wrong with us so go home

Waterhead:

Known you so long don't care what's wrong it's all in the past
nice fucking piece of ass knew you old shit don't get you chick
some change for better you chose for worse no one deserves and so
i curse you better keep your distance don't want to have to hurt you
addiction came quickly ill and looking shitty my grass is green
enough stone cold you chose for worse wish i never knew you
stone cold and so the riddle goes twenty fingers and a runny nose
lead snow goose gots no mate twist of fate a fading family portrait
i don't know what to do your spit don't mean shit is my move
i'd hate to hit you i think i'll pass friends
sure nice ass better call a plumber water on the brain
or call on council sister's been raped by cocaine.

Compromise:

And I try to be so hard i end up being soft
promise make the deal for me promise steal it away from me
do you see right through me now do you see me wearing down
compromise is the only thing you can accuse me of.

Desperation Days:

Love me want me hold me desperation days have come day will come and i will finally die.

Pink Collar Jobs/Rustweiler split 7"

Pink Collar Jobs:

In the kitchen:

all you want is a body all you need is a whore love for you is a cheap, quick fuck
nothing less nothing more "hey sweet thing, look at me.
you know i think you're oh so pretty...I only want a girl like you
(real big tits, fuck the IQ)..everything i do, i do for show..the only thing i want from you,
i'll take you out and do it to you" "is my skirt short enough to be sexy for you?
are my legs long enough will my breast implants do?
nice body expensive car, you're my kind of man...and if your dick can't please me
that's okay i'm sure your money can.."
There should be a low to discriminate forcing people like you to masturbate
like animals all you want is to mate you're everything
i hate cause all you want is a body..
heard it in the locker rooms, i've seen you in the halls
seen your fucked up philosophy written on the bathroom walls
dick in your hand, yeah you're a real big m-a-n your only goal
in life is to fuck everything you can...

Dead on the floor:

I never thought that I'd see you alive again brother By the next time I see
you you'll be dead on the floor wrong was I but you haven't recovered
yet still writing in pain silently at home Twenty years go by
and everyday you die Less than twenty years left to go you always charmed
them like no other but how do you justify you saturday nights?
Is it simply this story book disease that causes you to born you candle at both ends
Twenty years go by and every day you die wanting and trying to account
for your life My advice is to you is get away from the confines
of this jaded little town Live your life you've still got
the time and don't subscribe to what they say

Rustweiler:

Soapbox Ministers:

Standing over the heads of the crowd doesn't make you any better but you think
you're allowed To scream, to cry, to spread obnoxious lies. Yet, no one questions..
I can't believe my eyes! Hey there soap box minister try to look so sinister;
your professional is is boring your cliche's would never
floor me Hey there soap box preacher, what the hell are you talking about?!
The kids are clapping and you're feeling proud.
your ego is screaming out so loud.
you're a finger-pointing political half-wit and some of us are seeing through bullshit
Hey there soap box overseer, why is your message so unclear?
I've got to wonder why you're lying;
I've got to wonder why you're trying; Hey there soap box traitor, maybe see ya later...

Dead Poets Society:

Sitting in a room writing filler for a zine;
Never stopping for a minute to think of how silly you seem.
Planning your life around poetry reading. Finding clarity in a moment,
but finding no meaning. There will come a day when there's no land left to roam.
And there will come a day when there's no words left to write a poem.
You've forsaken substance, you've forsaken rhyme;
Ruining forms of expression stay the hell away from mine!
The medium is the message and you're lower than you think.
Mediocrity is your standard, you're an artist without the means.
You're verbiage is faded, Your expertise is minimal.
Devoid of talent, lacking soul, you illuminate the trivial.
Dead poets society (x4) Dead poets society (time four)

Rustweiler - Assholes of the Universe 7"

Assholes of the Universe

Unemotional...immoral...
I sit in the back corner listening to you
badger your "friend" acting stoic
and tough. You tell her how her
writing stinks, and say "that's just
what I think." Oh. yeah? What makes
you tick?
Yeah, what's on your mind? What
kind of attitude justifies your
being unkind? Condescending -
you're just pretending - it's
insecurity you're defending...
you better keep on hiding.
If you spent half the time
you waste critizing her, and
used that time to check your-
self you'd be a very different
person; you'd lead a different
life and have different point-
of-view. As it stands you're
a fucking jerk, and I don't
want to talk to you.
Yeah, what's on your mind?
You just lost a friend so why
are still blind? Repremanding-
you're too demanding - it's a
legion of fools that you're
commanding...your mental
walls cannot protect you.

This One

Our talks last real long,
I can't believe you say
nothing.
There's always something
wrong...
But it's never really
anything.
I want you to really
talk-
But something tells me
that that's not your
design.
I want to hear some-
thing real
Maybe I'm the one with
my head in the clouds.
I thought I could get
through you.
I don't know what I
was thinking.
This one time I hoped
it might be good.
That was a stupid
though, I'm thinking.

2401

Room 2401 - here we come!
This is the place where
we can sit back and be
lazy;
This is the place where
we can get fat and be
crazy.
This is the place where
we always have it
made, cuz you know
we hate room service
and you know we
hate the maids.

Room 2401 - here we come!

Let's go have a party
in Room 2401;
First thing that we've
gotta do is find our
way to Washington.
It may sound kinda
funny,
But we're gonna
need a little money.
So, let's play a
couple shows and
hope to hell that
we don't blow

yeah, room 2401

You Can Knock

Do I know what happened
last night? Well I guess
I do but that's not some-
thing I'll admit; It's
something I'll never
tell you. And if you
think I saw it all then
you'd be right, but I'm
keeping my mouth shut-
I'll plead the fifth
tonight. You can knock
on my door - but I
won't tell you a thing.
I just got this feeling
that you shouldn't know,
you never come on
time and you respond
too slow. But now I
hear you breaking
down my door and
when you ask me
what went down I'll
tell you where to
go. You can knock on
my door - but I won't
tell you a thing.

Canteen

Aint got no money
and on the streets
I slept.
And when the sun
shines I get hot,
when it rains, I
get wet.
Oh god, I wish I
was home.
I got no where to
run.
Oh, I wish I was
laying in my
baby's arms.
I wish I had a
car.
Ain't got no food
and in the dump-
sters I crept.
And when the bread's moldy I
get sick, when
it smells real
bad I retch.

Bad Feelings

I'm surrounded by people
But i'm sitting by myself.
If I could be anywhere
I would be somewhere else.
I could join the conversation
if I felt like talking shit,
or I could act spiteful and
jaded, but that just isn't it
Now I've got bad feelings, bad feelings
I've got to go.
It's the same old same old
every fucking day,
everyone's competing in a
sickeningly subtle way.
One day, man, I'm getting
out of here. One day might
as well be today.
No one has a story, so
numbed by routine. They
try to out-do eachother
by lying about what they've
seen. I might be amongst
people, but I'm all alone.
I'm going home.

Sinatra '65 - split 7" w/ Burning Ambitions

Yes Ma'am

Steel opinion - free of fact
many hands at one react
to keep the multitudes intact
never questioning...
never questioning you...
machines, armies, multitudes
(never questioning)

Brevity

Brevity is not a word for you
I don't want to know what
you want to do you measured
your life upon the meter stick
of Modern Rules

Spitboy - split 12" w/ Los Crudos

What are Little Girls Made Of?

As I read these lyrics, I can see how one might
deduce a man-hating tone from this song. It's
funny how so many people will so quickly jump to
that conclusion -- I call it anger; you call it
what you like
Literally this song is a configuration of
feelings and knowledge. Or should I say, feelings
that are a direct reaction to knowledge gained.
In medieval times, during the plague
outbreaks people believed that this epidemic was
the work of the devil. Infants being very
susceptible colored blankets at night. Blue or Red.
Who wore ehich color was determined by gender.
Red, the color of the devil, was the color chosen
for baby girls. Revered and honored sons were
protected in blue, and baby girls, being
dispensible, were willingly sacrificed if
necessary.
The tradition of wrapping newborns in pink
and blue as a way of indentifying gender still
exists. Women, adultresses and prostitutes are
branded with the scarlet letter red for "unlady
like" behavior.
I don't hate men; for from it. but I do hate
that people are still ignorant to (and continue
to perpetuate) ghastly traditions and stereotypes
that wreak with misogyny. -T

Emaciation

Am I not your beauty pageant winner? I know I am
your prom queen. I am your vogue model. Your
movie star. Dream girl. My bones wrapped under a
layer of thin skin. Body deteriorates as I look
into the mirror of my sunken face and repeat the
words over and over and over: A moment on the
lips, a lifetime on the hips. -A

You and Me and the Art of Being a Woman

We can and we must communicate. Don't try to
figure me out; just ask. Don't turn away from me
out of frustration over and over again. Talk to
me, talk to me, and listen too. You are so
different from me. How did that happen? How is it
that although our words sound the same we
practically speak a different language?
Communication is an art form -- experiment with
it, and I will too. Take chances. -T

Fences

You sold me. Shoved me up onto the selling block
and started the bidding with no regard to anyone
but yourself or anything but your bank account.
Made my lifestyle the new fad. Made my culture
the new fashion statement of the week. Made my
life a five page spread in Vogue magazine. You
have sold yourself. Plastered your face into the
corporate magazines and gave away your life for
the big bucks. Your fifteen minutes of fame
burned permanently into my brain. The media
feeding frenzy of our counterculture. The price
tag placed upon our scene. The selling of our
movement. Fuck off. Do you hear me? FUCK OFF. DO
YOU HEAR ME? -A

Wizened

Dried up; shriveled; withered.
Writing this song was not easy. Emotions fuel my
writing, emotions that I have directly
experienced.
I have no idea what it feels like to be
rotting away on death row. I do have some idea
what it feels like to want to hurt someone --
maybe not kill -- but to release my rage on who
is the source of it all. Anger wells up like fire
-- burning hot.
What I really wanted to accomplish with
taking on such a weighty topic as capital
punishment was to write a song addressing this
issue that evoked some emotion. Rather than re-
ranting tired old slogans I wanted to convey in
words a feeling. a mood.
The lyrics were written in what I see as the
voice of our justice system. Midway into the
song my perspective acts as the conscience of the
system. Look at the statistics, explore the
facts, and find out for yourself how capital
punishment, an eye for an eye, is not an
effective deterent to murder. Why do we
perpetuate violence in out society with more
violence? -T

6 Ft. Down

The way we treat each other can get so weird at
times. We say things designed to hurt each other.
Phrases thrown out to cause pain in another.
Thoughtless cruelties we inflict upon each other
with our words. At times, I look around and it
seems as if everyone is being buried alive in an
avalanche of malicious gossip and shit-talking.
We're all killing each other slowly with out
hatred. When did it become so impossible to turn
to the friends sitting next to you. Why did it become
so difficult to say I love you. How did we become
so isolated from each other. I never wanted it to
be this way. -A


Wrought: Ironsmile - self-titled 7"

Valentine's Day:

Face to face with a cellophane smile and between a space a mile wide for every word.
A world apart for each embrace.
I miss you, buy only half as much as I miss me.
A flash of memory of pain and desire(x 4).
Flushed is the mask of shame for weakness.
Shaky voice through cellophane maintain raise of memories.
Frustration, regret, mistakes.
And if we learned from our mistakes, we longer could own brains of accommodate

Wrought: Ironsmile - This is my song, this is my story 7"

Neither Here Nor There:

Will I say I lost my will in the shelf analytical mind:
Progeny of dissent in this handout teaching independent
thought guised in rhetoric from on point og view?
How could I think I'd find myself in the mind of someone else?
If I could call this piece of time my own
then I could call this peace of mind my home
but the world is so much more complex
water cannot describe it's source
so why'd you have to rationalize the world?
Some things are better left unknown
some things aren't written in stone
but would you find the message on the shore
pounded by the tides of time?
Sand from stone and silt from lime
a much different epigram...
Watch your mouth or tonight you'll sleep with the fishes
I'll have to make a pair of cement shoes

Paper, Rock, Scissors:

Arms stretched out, embracing existence
waiting for my salvation.
Always the cause
but did you ever pause and criticize you own convictions?
Tunnelvision flaws.
Do you expect a mote of compassion for antagonism?
This is just a crutch for my reality (where are you going?)
this justice... in the keys of history
this is just a puzzle piece
nestled in the jig-saw of higher fallacy.
I've met not one atheist who saw himself close to god
but you spout righteous words like a messenger
split the sea and lead the lambs from the clutches of Roman men.