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Goodnight
01:15
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Imagine there's a switch on your hip you could flip for an instant and blissful goodnight.
Picture who, from your loved ones and you, would still choose to go through their most difficult times.
Does not the truth rupture you, that you do wish so too, that your pain would fade away with daylight?
Like a switch on the wall, at once we crawl, walk then fall asleep forever knowing that everyone dies.
Who would flip the switch tonight? Goodnight.
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2. |
They've Taught You Well
01:31
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with an attitude that overcompensates for doubt
and actions that shout that it has all been figured out
a tested method of investment in untested methods
with that confidence, so bold, for which we strive
a redirection of the drive to eat everyone alive
keep in mind
they've taught you well
oh, you, you precious thing, can't even tell
they've taught you so well
from careers to counterculture, from college, class and call-outs
no doubt, they've taught you well
The courts the cops, landlords and bosses, offices, families
you see, they've taught you well
they've taught you well
and you can't even tell
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3. |
Learning At Both Ends
02:45
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you can carve it on your arm and pretend
but just because you're broken, kid, doesn't make us friends
big mouths run to the finish line
checkered flags, champagne, the end
winded windbags catch their breath and start again
I'd rather go to bed than go to bat for hapless fat heads
when they won't fight fair, and set their sites to lose
I've taken them to task, done what is asked, but end up past it
even nothing becomes something better to do
you must be tired, you must be tired, you must be tired
you must be tired if you've made me tired of you
and I know you must be tired of you too
Everyone says "everyone", and means "only a few", and seldom can reliably name who.
Everyone's confused telling everyone what to do, and seldom can reliably come through.
Anyone who's anyone knows "everyone" means you, not them, of course, reliably obtuse.
Anyone and everyone, the many and the few, in this can find reliability in you.
I'd rather go to bed than go to bat for hapless fat heads
if they won't fight fair, and set their sights to lose
I've taken them to task, done what is asked, but end up past it
even nothing becomes something better to do
you must be tired, you must be tired, you must be tired
you must be tired if you've made me tired of you
and I know you must be tired of you too
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4. |
Plenty Dead Fish
02:29
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Wake up and smell the weeds, there’s more mold here than marigold seeds. So let’s turn up our noses to pretty red roses, the dirt they grow in is for me. Find me dead in a desert, in a coffin built from the last tree.
More things have died than things that are alive on this planet, and all species will go extinct. Being averse to the worst of the worst is absurdly contradictory. A true optimist opts to relinquish the crops and topsoil to entropy.
Global temperature, my blood pressure, the sea level’s rising for me. No use in crying, we’re dying. There’s plenty dead fish in the sea.
When hope is taking its toll, making me cope, maintaining control, it subjects me to messes and pressures me endless because true horizons can never be reached. If you dont like destruction, malfunction, disruption and violent uprisings and crime in the streets, well that kind of running away from reality is too pessimistic for me. I‘m an optimist, negativity is a relief.
I’m happily taken, I‘m spoken for makin’ my dreams in my life come to be. With my final breath, I‘ll be clutching my chest, I’ll be married to death guaranteed. Global temperature, my blood pressure, the sea level’s rising for me.
No use in crying, we’re dying, there’s plenty dead fish in the sea.
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5. |
What Lies In Ashes
03:01
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Lyrics:
Monsters get muddy, and its funny, how you only seem to sling the mud you're made of...
Let's see what you're made of!
Dead flies in honey, and it's runny and delicious, tasty twitches as we die in the trap you laid out...
What are you afraid of?
In flew affluent influence, blowing smoke, hip-hip hooray! We couldn't be saved any other way!
Such soft hands for this loving chokehold! No holds barred, but with a grip this weak, we'll live to drink the kool-aid another day!
Aren't we all the harmed and the harmful? Helpless, but can't help just trying to help?
But it seems so easy for you!
Spin round and round, playing with fire, a common clown...
but have you ever burned anyone or anything down?
Let me make it easy for you:
I'll end up thick in the fog, sick as a dog, liquored up and unlucky, hellfire hot, dead as the fraudulent gods your righteousness rode in on.
In flew affluent influence, blowing smoke, hip-hip hooray! We couldn't be saved any other way!
Such soft hands for this loving chokehold! No holds barred, but with a grip this weak, we'll live to drink the kool-aid another day!
I'll end up thick in the fog, sick as a dog, liquored up and unlucky, hellfire hot, dead as the fraudulent gods your righteousness rode in on.
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6. |
Can't Follow Ghosts
02:50
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it's been more complicated than anyone can know
it's been a lot of "oh god no"s and "i toldja so"s
and i value that, it's a simple fact, it's something I can hold
we both needed each other to grow
so, take your time, we've both had vacant eyes, a shaded, hazy glaze that gazed at the unknown
and i've wanted to die, but partner, you're living like you're gonna try beat me to it on your own
there's been good times, good lies, good byes, good god damn, pillar to post
some people leave before they've gone, ya can't follow ghosts
how we've aligned, lived and died, as both leeches and hosts
somehow now, we both need you to go
so, take your time, we've both had vacant eyes, a shaded, hazy glaze that gazed at the unknown
and i've wanted to die, but partner, you're living like you're gonna try beat me to it on your own
some people throw all the lights off and watch you
flail around with disgust
and act like they finally got you
while you wait for your eyes to adjust
and i'll hold out my hand through the darkness, to the ends of my reach and my trust
and if empty, like me, it remains, by all means please, just do what you must
we've done our time, let's rest our ancient eyes, and awake one day and gaze toward the unknown
i might still wanna die, but partner, you'll be livin like the sharpest knives that slice so nicely through old stone
there's been good times, good lies, good byes, good god damn, pillar to post
some people leave before they've gone, ya can't follow ghosts
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7. |
Next To Nothing
02:43
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I'm on the fence of the offence that you have committed
I'm of the sense that your offence is off the fence, acquitted
I've shitted out what you're about without a mention of the fences that I'm on when you're committedly dimwitted
Even a single cell, not content upon itself
will tear itself apart for company
Just like you can be living well
but feel like living hell unsatisfied with who to you want to
want to be
If you get close to me
you get next to nothin
... but the same old story
Obscene and gory
Guts and glory
Even extremes get boring
To me
When broken down and smothered
we all rediscover
we don't know why we suffer
like two neurotic lovers
who think they bruise each other
'cus they like the pretty colors
all over
Go on, believe every word that you've heard
Watch the details get too absurd to discern
You're the worst!
You're the best!
So composed!
Such a mess!
It's all true, it's all true.
But what about you?
What about you?
It's all true...
What about you?
It's all true. What about you? It's all true.
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There's nothin' really wrong with being derivative, repetitive, but i tell you what, I've heard your song before.
It's not the cookie cutter's fault that the pastries of your life are such a bore.
And Everything Is Everyone's Fault
You dance like everyone is watching and it matters.
Moves meticulous, perfected and desired.
But the cost of over-calculation is a functional fixation, an empty automation... uninspired.
And Everything Is Everyone's Fault
I know you're roamin' parties without makin' connections.
Knowin' everybody's name is not an exception.
Mastered misdirection, a worrisome reflection of
Your insecurities and focus on imperfection,
Rejection of complexity and bad complexion.
Follow your erection, just a dousing rod for empty holes,
and empty souls.
I'm more than happy to explain, but you're not happy 'til I justify... just to try and find a frantic way to conflate your bleakest preconceptions with your weakest validation.
I'm more than happy to refrain, but you're not happy 'til i testify. Best if I just shut my mouth and try to walk away, cus no matter what I say you won't hear it anyway.
And Everything Is Everyone's Fault
And I
Truly believe
As far as I can see
There's a default causality
Co-responsibility
Accountable liability
Collectively bound enternally
So you, you blame me
And me, I'll blame you
And we can blame ourselves too
Cus Everything Is Everyone's Fault
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9. |
Give Up & Givem Hell
03:10
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they say you gotta "kill the cop in your head"
but if "ideas are bulletproof" then
it's easier said than done
it's over, you've won us over and out of time
the displeasure is all mine
you can waste your life workin, or you can waste it bein broke
what a joke
a fucked up fork in the road
no badge of honor, no badge of pride
no such thing as a badge that matters
we're an animal that's captured and caged
on occasion escapes, residual rage
a heart still untamed
our genetic predispositions and cultural conditioning
the positioning of pieces seems complete
and if the defeated can admit defeat, we can properly
give up and givem hell
and display that violent rage they've taught you so well
give up but givem hell
it don't matter who started it, it's too far now and we're a part of it
the insurmountable odds, unbreakable gods
stop fronting like winners, we're all poorsports and quitters
simple sinners, let's act like it, we might have what it takes
to make those inspirational breaks in the cages they make
after all, all empires fall, and maybe one day
with all the hell we gave
we can say, we don't know what part it played
but by god, we gavem hell
and displayed that violent rage they've taught us so well
give up but givem hell
a costume, a guise, shielding lies
no such thing as a badge that matters
a smile, dry eyes, for the cops who die
no such thing as a badge that matters
display that violent rage they've taught you so well
give up but givem hell
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10. |
Good Mourning
02:29
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I wish goodnight didn't mean "goodbye" or "off to bed."
it should be more like a greeting,
a description of first meeting,
a depiction meaning what it really means instead.
And we even shorten "good morning" to just "morning"
and mourning is what you do when people die.
remove the "good," and what is left,
but a somber stated fact with grief implied?
(A Self-Praise Chorus)
And so all the bad decisions that I criticise, they reside forever in my mind. And so here's to all the unforgettable times that your carelessness provides.
Just going nowhere at all.
The future lies in filth. Forget what disappointment is, prosperity through pointlessness.
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Assembly of Arsonists Phoenix, Arizona
From the explosions of domestic terrorism, to the implosions of domestic relationships, Assembly Of Arsonists has run the
gamut of controversy in the underground punk scene of Phoenix, AZ.
The 5 piece piano-driven, cabaret-style punk rock ensemble is readying their best-yet assortment of apocalyptic anthems, The End Is Dear.
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