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Fauxhawk
01:05
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Man we’re getting saucy
In such tight black pants
My Mohawk is styled just right, the eyeliner black
All my lyrics come from my poetry book, can you feel my pain
Each album’s a progression
We always need more attention
We strut and walk our self satisfaction
One more Fauxhawk styled just right
One more perfectly picked outfit
One more obnoxious “artist”
Fuck Off!
Watch me prance (shut up!)
Look- it’s me on the stage (shut up!)
Are you happy, and wishing you were me? (shut up!)
I am so angst filled I could almost burst out of this designer T-shirt (Shut Up!)
Did you see my stuffed codpiece?
Did you see I’m ready to hand it all over??
Oh this angst, and rebellion… (Shut Up!)
I mean, I'm really out of control
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2. |
Hefty Garbage Bags
01:18
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Extra Strength
Hefty black garbage bags
Are big enough, strong enough
To carry my life- all I own/am
Moving from group home to foster home
Foster home to group home and back to a foster home
The little I own
It all fits in extra strength
All my baggage extra strength
Hefty black garbage extra strength
My Life, just right
I’m a “case”, a number
No longer a child
No one responsible for me
Except for Hefty
Some staff rape us, some pimp us
Not a lot, but you know…
There’s no bars holding, but you know- where do I go?
Concrete rooms
Beaten box bed,
Gang sign, graffiti
So many ghosts whispering
Extra strength, extra stretch
Next to me in the van
I’m transferable
Deductible and oh so forgettable!
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3. |
Laughter in Your Heart
01:08
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Enough with your god! (what is god?)
Fuck all your god damn rhetoric
And all your self righteous bullshit
Who the hell are you serving? (How does love and respect turn into hate?)
Servant of God? You can't even serve your fellow man.
Everybody worshipping the messenger
You got yours and I got mine
And we’re all fucking blind
When will we lose the in-human
And become fully Man
Evolve past the fairy tales and pagan rites
Whose rites?
Who’s right?
Whose rites?
Who’s right?
Beyond the pictures and stories
Written and told to you by another man.
Feel for yourself
Love another as your self
Humble your part
Laughter in your heart!
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4. |
How We Handle It
01:48
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It’s not as simple as right or wrong
The questions have to be answered
You can’t stop knowledge
You can’t stop human curiosity (fuck the cat!)
It’s how we handle it
How can we live with it?
It’s how we’ll handle it
How will we live with it?
Scientists’ creating Life
Altering Life as we know It
No matter what you believe, someone’s going to want to fuck with it.
Morals. Ethics.
Morals, Ethics are essential
They must be beyond one religion
What is right and wrong?
What is progress and knowledge
There is no black and white (no simple sight)
There is no easy solution (confusion)
There must be discussion (it has begun)
Who can stop evolution (no one can, no one will)
How can we handle it?
We must find a way
We Have No Choice
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5. |
Frank's Haiku
00:23
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Two hours and $500
Craig’s new car
Jalapeños everywhere
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6. |
The V.A.
01:28
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Sure you had your leg blown off
Sure you lost your arm
No questions asked, after the news reports
We’ve got you covered because of guilt
And if it’s not that blatant
Not so news worthy
If your joints are destroyed (And your mind…)
If your hearing's ruined (And it’s all documented)
You’re fucked. You’re fucked. You're fucked. You're fucked.
Because some pay the ultimate price
And others just keep paying
There's no more vacation days to spend with your fucking rude bureaucratic staff
They’re sorry they didn’t loose a limb
And they’re sorry they’re trying to survive (Support a family)
Sorry they’re not dead for a medal posthumously (You’re done with me)
And you on your fat ass (Getting fatter)
They only ducked and dived, and watched their friends die (I killed for you)
They’re the ones with the nightmares. (They were there.)
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
Your benefits and pay are better than mine.
I’m just trying to stay alive
Run up your flag and talk your bullshit
I’m the one in it. (I was in it.)
But you guess it makes sense
We have to cleanse our conscience
How could we pay for every ear that was shattered when we spoke death
And every knee
Blown out
Carrying the load
For us
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7. |
Big World, Heavy Fist
02:30
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I walked into Habiganj to get my head shaved
I’m brand new to this fucking country
You can’t fight enough, your anger and hate won’t matter
A hundred million to one.
Local and immediate justice
I hear the dull (thud thud thud)
Clenched fist striking flesh
Crowd gathered looking in the door
She cowered under his long white beard
He beat her and beat her- condemned
It’s not as easy as I thought
It’s not as easy as you think
A few people move, he slammed the door
I heard her screaming
If I move, what would they do to me
I did nothing- I hear her screaming
Till this day: I can still hear her- scream!
Bangkok- trying to eat dinner
(Thud thud) I hear it again
Next store and now
Beating a 9 year old with a pole
Subconscious and it compels me
This time I act
This time I get bloodied, a fight
It’s a big world coming down on me
A big world a heavy fist
And there is nothing outside of this…
If you fight, are you ready to lose
If you fight, are you outnumbered
If it’s right, are you not so sure
If it’s right, will you ever move
They told me, “mind your own business”
The prostitutes, the drug dealers, the nice people bandaging my hands
Who knows, maybe the girl stole something…
Maybe that woman had it coming...
Damned if I do, and sure as hell if I don’t
Comfortable the answers come, safe for our self and with our friends
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8. |
The Book of Love
01:44
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How dare you talk of Love and then deny it,
Denigrate it, 2nd rate
Oh my god…
I fear a generation or two from now,
Will look back disappointed and ashamed
Our phobia, our fear
Our waste of most precious time
Our passive compliance, and acceptance
We defined and justified race
And now will determine what is acceptable Love? No.
Where are we getting this belief
What’s influencing our perception,
Go on, everything…
Is it because of that nasty Sodom and Gomorrah
Hordes of lesbian schoolgirls
Running wild in Oklahoma
Oh my god, the horror (the horror?)
Oh Saul, will you ever win?
I will not define indefinable
I will not stop unstoppable
I will not hate beautiful
I will not, I will not
Why are you so afraid
You are insecure
How can you divide
What will be one
Who wrote the book of Love- We all did!!
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As The Stars
03:18
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Countless the prophets who come before.
Have ultimate belief-
In Love
She says we’re more than animal
She says we’re beautiful
She says she’ll never leave us.
We’re priceless beyond our conception
He is stronger because I speak in his voice- honor and strength.
You say it is everyone who must struggle
And yet we hide in books and burn sweet incense.
You whisper to me, hold nothing
Live deliberately
To truly understand the seriousness, the importance
If you only help a life…
The one who sits higher and causes us to rise, and
To see again another rises up,
Each leading in turn, to inspire
We all rise up.
But, there is so much pain.
And I feel so weak, failure towering godlike over me-
My anger and you
I know what is right, but I doubt myself
Lashing out, closing off
Lungs aching, pushing and pulling myself to see
I want to collapse, to fall down, to sleep, please
And she rises up,
Elevating, spinning bright, we dance together
She shows the courage to continue
Fear into strength, I realize there is only this chance
I’m getting stronger
We’re rising up, we’re rising up!!
There is more than I ever expected
Limitless and for a moment I feel infinite-
Then, it changes
I reach out and it fades faster
No! Please, don’t leave.
Why do you leave?
I’m ready
I shout after you, I grasp wildly.
Quietly, repeating even as I yell over it
…hold nothing
Live deliberately
To truly understand the seriousness, the importance
If you help a life.
This is sufficient; this is possible.
I know. This is the funny- thing. I can’t help but laugh and feel you smile
Like friends.
Hey! You!
He says there is no philosophy without reality
All beauty for a reason.
You stand completely free, in serenity of purpose
Living your chance. You became It, and now others
Linked in hand continue on, continue on, continue
Hope
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This Life
01:38
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He had kicked her straight in the teeth
Knocked out and smashed raw nerves
Her eyes swollen shut, a piece of her lip hanging
And yes, this Life is sick and painful
She woke up in a Jersey hospital
They stitched her up- pointed out the bus
She’s 14 and her mother is long dead
Her father’s raped her for 8 years,
And now pimps her (sells her)
She was sold before she was 13
She didn’t know how much to charge
He wanted to fuck her till she bled
When she asked the pimp the cop arrested her
She was taken, and she was beaten
40 men in 3 days!
She is prosecuted, the john and the pimp?
A fine, and she lies about her age
She’s got HIV
She’s 14 and has a death sentence
She is beautiful
She is stronger than anything you know
She smiles and she’s young again
For a second
It races back and burns like a fever
Did this happen?
How did this happen
Where do I go
When this Life is sick and painful
I am damaged goods
I am your sister, daughter. I was your mother.
I didn’t have a chance
You turned your head
Children for sale!
You’re the priest, cop, scout leader
You’re the repressed deviant
And I’m the victim
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11. |
The Schnazwangers
00:43
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Mom I tried so hard, mom…
I thought I got out, thought I was safe
But I crapped out
It all slipped out
(But I didn’t fall-)
Everything is weightless now
Gravity… no longer binding
A moment in tune, it’s beautiful
It almost makes up.
No one can control the
White half wolf loping through the house (It’s running…)
1st of the month
He’d chase the postman
From the house
Past where we’d play ball
No one acknowledges it
It was good once…
There was always the connection-
There’s nothing now.
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