1. |
Apathy
02:38
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She’s spent her life searching for Alaska
But got lost in St. Mark’s Place
And as the trains no longer foretell disaster
She’s convinced that she’ll lose this race
Change her mind, I don’t know how
But she ain’t gonna leave now
Social norms you’re who I will blame
‘Cause you want us all the same
At this point I don’t care
I just want out
I don’t know what to do
Society’s dropping us like flies
Handcuffs on our wrists
Lining us up to die
Well it’s time for us to fight
Time to take our futures back
Media man you’re done
It’s over now
Too many wars fought for stupid reasons
Too many dead ‘cause there’s no one there
Ask someone to stand up and do something
They’re too busy doing their hair
Elders say that we’ve got to change
But remember who fucked up in the first place?
It’s not like we don’t care
It’s not like we’re not scared
It’s just that all of these mistakes are not our fault
I don’t know what to do
Society’s dropping us like flies
Handcuffs on our wrists
Lining us up to die
Well it’s time for us to fight
Time to take our futures back
Media man you’re done
It’s over now
So do you wanna grow up?
Or do you wanna grow old?
Work for years in a dead-end job
Until you’re stiff and cold
Dear future, corporate government
What have you done for me?
Amid all this hypocrisy
I think I’ll go with apathy
I don’t know what to do
Society’s dropping us like flies
Handcuffs on our wrists
Lining us up to die
Well it’s time for us to fight
Time to take our futures back
Media man you’re done
It’s over now
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2. |
Supersize Me
03:51
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No one listens and no one cares
Your dreams all tumbled down the stairs
As you go through life just remember this
The kindness of people is really hit or miss
Your friends are jerks, your rivals are nice
If you choose the wrong one you’ll pay the price
You didn’t try, you failed to think
You’re future’s life support is on the brink
Those little fuckers they better watch out
No one will help them when they’re in doubt
I don’t care how good your life may be
Cause one day you’re gonna supersize me
I look back and wonder where you are
But I bet that you haven’t gone too far
Something tells me your goals weren’t achieved
Success was just too good to be believed
Stare into the grill, you feel the strife
The bell goes off, that was your life
We just want to help don’t get dramatic
But as far as I know there’s an echo in your attic
You're the quarterback on the 50 yard line
But basic math eludes you not a good sign
You got a kill streak, why would you brag?
A college diploma doesn't have a gamer tag
It's twelve thirty that website can live without
Just go to bed, don't wear yourself out
Hey buddy can you spare a dime?
I didn't plan this who says I'm fine
If I just listened to the doc and tried
Now I live off what the gutter supplied
Look around, there's nothing I can do
Learn your lessons well this could be you
You didn’t try, you failed to think
You’re future’s life support is on the brink
Those little fuckers they better watch out
No one will help them when they’re in doubt
I don’t care how good your life may be
Cause one day you’re gonna supersize me
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3. |
Desolation Fantasy
02:58
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Is it worth being a figurine?
A torn Polaroid in the scene
Molded so that you’ll bring them to tears
No one will give you a shit in 10 years
You're not that sad
But you've got dignity
And an ego to prove
Drain; deal the sad to the world
Their engaging addiction never gets old
Everybody loves feeling
Of being unheard and fucked up
When their friends are there
To hear them when they’re down on their luck
Why don’t you want to be found?
Is it nice to be lost?
As you tear yourself to the ground
To be experienced
Scared to open up and be real
Ordinary and sad
You’d be alone in this world
If you weren’t so bad
They worked hard to get you here
Why you hate them it’s unclear
They gave all to you, brought you to life
But you turn it away, just go twist the knife
They'll get over it
Not like they care anyways
Now you won't have to hear their stinking praise
Don’t try to be good
Look not to get better
The constant feels nice
And the sun won’t get darker
We’ve dealt out our deeds
So you puzzle us all
Standing level to us you endlessly fall
Eyes meet your eyes
Stare into your soul
Nothing behind them
But a need to be old
Obsessed in believing her hate
Loving how she is scarred to the bone
When she cries you can only take the bait
Burning in the need to be known
For the girl who sat all by herself
As the layers of broken glass
All fade when put on the shelf
Go and burn the ash
Safe in a broken home
Comfortably numb
Open wound never to be healed
Never saved, always protected
Ever agony, it's sad
You’d be alone in this world
If you weren’t so bad
Why don’t you want to be found?
Is it nice to be lost?
As you tear yourself to the ground
To be experienced
Scared to open up and be real
Ordinary and sad
You’d be alone in this world
If you weren’t so bad
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4. |
Someone Name Me
04:10
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What he wants with his life
Three kids, a pretty housewife
He’s got it all worked out
He can move on without a doubt
Who me, well I see
A desk job is lonely
They’ve left, I know
But do I have to be all alone?
Keep the future under key and lock
I want to stop the clock
I’ve come to dread each passing day
Time please don’t take them away
And even if you can still hear me shout
The years will still run out
The clock says 12, tomorrow’s here
That’s what I fear
I was five years old
Doin’ everything I had been told
I believed what they said
‘Bout the monsters underneath my bed
And now, a teen
Already thinkin’ back to where I’ve been
All these things I dread
The monsters are inside my head
Keep the future under key and lock
I want to stop the clock
I’ve come to dread each passing day
Time please don’t take them away
And even if you can still hear me shout
The years will still run out
The clock says 12, tomorrow’s here
That’s what I fear
I’m not quite sure how
I got here or where I’ll go now
Ahead of me, a crossroads
But I’m afraid of what the future holds
What am I, a lost soul?
Wandering until I’ve grown old
Watch the time tick past
Wish I could make these moments last
Keep the future under key and lock
I want to stop the clock
I’ve come to dread each passing day
Time please don’t take them away
And even if you can still hear me shout
The years will still run out
The clock says 12, tomorrow’s here
That’s what I fear
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5. |
Pass the Remote
02:49
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Sit and stare and lose your soul
Just to become the industry’s troll
You’re just the rabbit in their hat
A simple pawn in the magic act
Welcome back to the news
But try to put you in their shoes
Product placement, commercial break
There is nothing that they won’t fake
Brewing lies on channel 8
But they’ll never show the war and hate
Hide the story that shows the facts
Once you see it you can, you can never go back
Station break flip the switch
Every channel has the same shit
Intelligence is in the eye of the beholder
Just let the hot ashes smolder
Smash the box, win the war
Drop dead straight to the floor
Adjust the light, black to red
Gaze into the talking head
Where am I, who are you now?
Where’s the beef in a mad cow?
I want the news and I want it now
How can you do this, I ask you how
There is a way, it’s not the best
Just put yourself to the test
Don’t give up just fight on
If we don’t then we’ll all be gone
Welcome back to the news
But try to put you in their shoes
Product placement, commercial break
There is nothing that they won’t fake
Brewing lies on channel 8
But they’ll never show the war and hate
Hide the story that shows the facts
Once you see it you can, you can never go back
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6. |
Point Blank Range
03:13
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We fight for this capitalist nation
Individual thoughts are a crime
There goes our generation
Barricading the front lines
All we want is equality
And for things to change
When we protest peacefully
They fire at
Point blank range
Watch that eagle soar
Send all the kids to war
Turn to salute your flag
Our dignity’s in rags
Watch that eagle fly
Hear the families cry
Put your hands over your heart
As your country falls apart
Buildings fall like dominos
As we drop our bombs
Watch as we destroy their homes
And eat from society’s palm
Is it useless to resist?
I am but one person
Where’s my right to exist
I turn my back and watch me run
Watch that eagle soar
Send all the kids to war
Turn to salute your flag
Our dignity’s in rags
Watch that eagle fly
Hear the families cry
Put your hands over your heart
As your country falls apart
Sure the conflict’s over now
But they have just begun
They’ll still blow your brains out with
That new shiny black gun
It’s hard to know where to turn
When the world is dark
Just run around, let it burn
Duck and cover and
Light the spark
Watch that eagle soar
Send all the kids to war
Turn to salute your flag
Our dignity’s in rags
Watch that eagle fly
Hear the families cry
Put your hands over your heart
As your country falls apart
Your mascot’s in the crosshair
Pull your trigger and watch it fall
You’re eagle’s been replaced
By a lifeless stuffed up doll
It hangs over the doorway
As you enter you’ve been warned
It’s time to take our lives back
From this capitalistic whore
Watch that eagle soar
Send all the kids to war
Turn to salute your flag
Our dignity’s in rags
Watch that eagle fly
Hear the families cry
Put your hands over your heart
As your country falls apart
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7. |
Boy Wonder
04:04
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That little kid with the metal in his head
Everybody questions how he isn’t dead
But from that which mortal wounds bled
Comes amazing style from everything he said
Desolation lane, hear the thunder
Standing on the corner is the boy wonder
And though his eyes are filled with light
He drifts as a shadow into the night
With a shattered mirror and a cardboard crown
Walking through the streets of this old town
Yet the one who cares will follow him there
Never leaving his heart feeling bare
Chanting the words of a thousand tears
Standing tall to confront his fears
His joys in life come from simple things
Strumming away with integrity
Desolation lane, hear the thunder
Standing on the corner is the boy wonder
And though his eyes are filled with light
He drifts as a shadow into the night
With a shattered mirror and a cardboard crown
Walking through the streets of this old town
Yet the one who cares will follow him there
Never leaving his heart feeling bare
As the day broke in half, we went our way
But you stopped me and said it won’t go this way
Pull me aside and cry until you fall
Speaking one word perfectly says it all
Within the time that a year has passed
A moment too soon and it’s all too fast
Truly this hour will last for the rest
Promise me this you’ll go do the best
Desolation lane, hear the thunder
Standing on the corner is the boy wonder
And though his eyes are filled with light
He drifts as a shadow into the night
With a shattered mirror and a cardboard crown
Walking through the streets of this old town
Yet the one who cares will follow him there
Never leaving his heart feeling bare
Jump up and shout it out loud
Never forget to show that you’re proud
Living in a slice of suburban hell
Throw your bible into the well
Don't hide yourself behind the lies
Let them see the whites of your eyes
And if you can’t face something alone
I’ll be there when you put down the phone
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8. |
The Moss
03:33
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Hey Robert Zimmerman, you’re looking kinda down
Walkin’ lonely with your guitar through small town after town
And no one remembers you
And no one really cares
‘Cause this ain’t the sixties anymore
And we’ve ignored your prayers
So the revolution’s over
The white war pigs have won
There’s no more necessity
For progressive protest songs
They’ve taken all our freedom
And slowly steal our lives
Just ‘cause they’re authority
Doesn’t make it right
Dear Mr. Ochs, I know you feel so alone
You’ve done your justice, now it’s time to go home
You’ve done all you can
Ending the war in Vietnam
But we’ve moved onto bigger things
Killing our fellow man
So the revolution’s over
The white war pigs have won
There’s no more necessity
For progressive protest songs
They’ve taken all our freedom
And slowly steal our lives
Just ‘cause they’re authority
Doesn’t make it right
For a moment there was hope
And somehow it was gone
I can’t pretend to understand
I know I’m much too young
But we’re not all that different
You Sixties kids and I
‘Cause you had your Civil Rights
And ours are down the line
And Woody Guthrie, can you hear the whistle blow?
You built this protest and you didn’t even know
There's no stopping us now
Our actions will not slow
But without our leader it only goes to show
That the –
Revolution’s over
The white war pigs have won
There’s no more necessity
For progressive protest songs
They’ve taken all our freedom
And slowly steal our lives
Just ‘cause they’re authority
Doesn’t make it right
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9. |
Stop Fighting Me
02:47
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Another wasted night
Another failed attempt to fix things
You’re out of your mind
Another fight’s begun
Once again we’re stuck in this damn
Never-ending hatred you’ve won
Or so you tell yourself
Forget it, it’s over
It’s not worth it
I’m sick of this
You said it yourself
Things won’t get better
‘cause you won’t listen
I’m not fighting this war
If you continue trying to lose
You don’t need a leader
You can pick your own damn path to choose
You can’t grow up
I think you’re stuck
The world you’ve built is falling apart
Stop trying to hide
I know what’s inside
I’m not your enemy
So please stop fighting me
You say you’re in the right
Say that it’s my fault that
Things are how they are now
It’s useless arguing
Blame us for everything
‘cause you can do no wrong
Forget it, it’s over
It’s not worth it
I’m sick of this
You said it yourself
Things won’t get better
‘cause you won’t listen
I’m not fighting this war
If you continue trying to lose
You don’t need a leader
You can pick your own damn path to choose
You can’t grow up
I think you’re stuck
The world you’ve built is falling apart
Stop trying to hide
I know what’s inside
I’m not your enemy
So please stop fighting me
Don’t build this wall
We both know you’ll fall
And the way that things are going
No one will catch you
Push me away
‘Cause you can’t hear me say
It’s no ones’ fault
You just can’t get your way
You can’t grow up
I think you’re stuck
The world you’ve built is falling apart
Stop trying to hide
I know what’s inside
I’m not your enemy
So please stop fighting me
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10. |
Melting Pot
03:00
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You never talk to them outside of work
You don’t make friends by being a jerk
What would you give to have friends for free?
Why can’t you be smart and just listen to me?
All this yelling, all this pain
I really don’t see what there is to gain
You may have the who, you may have the why
But finding the clues doesn’t solve the crime
Sometimes for you to live someone has to die
Things would have worked if you had just tried
Maybe you think you’re the hero here
And that you have nothing to fear
But you’re the one who lost their mind
A brighter future you will never find
Mad with power and all alone
You’ll be the one to cast the first stone
You may have the who, you may have the why
But finding the clues doesn’t solve the crime
Sometimes for you to live someone has to die
Things would have worked if you had just tried
Someday maybe we'll all be well
And we can forget about the living hell
That once consumed all our lives
Just try to remember the better times
Lying in the grass, in the darkened fields
Clouds gathered to shed the rain they yield
Moments past and the days faded away
Goodbye my friends, I’ll be back someday
Every week you find another reason to fight
You bicker and bicker well into the night
And if someone else has a different point of view
You just wanna lose them and find someone new
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11. |
Church Pistol
03:39
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In the faded light a computer glows
Sitting behind only few know
Always watching for mythical beasts
The unicorn escaped we’re in defeat
We’re made of starch and carbs and bones
I swear that we’re not alone
Never wanting to go back home
We always had to go back home
I can hear it in the air
The sound of laughter everywhere
1 year old and strapped for cash
We never tried to make a splash
It was all just in good fun
With splitting roads and now we're done
A picture's worth a thousand words
A thousand pictures of us three nerds
And though we may never be heard
My room stays to contain the absurd
I can hear it in the air
The sound of laughter everywhere
1 year old and strapped for cash
We never tried to make a splash
It was all just in good fun
With splitting roads and now were done
It's a really hard decision
But it wouldn't be the end
The outlet will always remain
And we'll still play as friends
The time is just not really there
And I know it doesn’t sound fair
So guys how about one last time
Make it count doesn’t need to rhyme
I can hear it in the air
The sound of laughter everywhere
1 year old and strapped for cash
We never tried to make a splash
It was all just in good fun
With splitting roads and now were done
STDs and maps of cheese
Keep my number, call me please
We’ll be back somewhere someday soon
See you on the dark side of the moon
So farewell, and don’t forget to write
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you and goodnight
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12. |
Tip the Hourglass
03:54
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How did we say?
What did we talk about?
It’s all a haze
And now it’s fading out
Out of that time when we could smile just to live life
To see the light
The places we went
That I can remember
The letters I sent
Not out of love instead
More as a keepsake anchoring me down to keep me holding on
A souvenir of a time that’s sailed past its prime to the end
Can I just pretend?
To tip the hourglass back over again
To be back on the grass sharing stories of places we went
Together forever no matter how near or far
What I’d give to have that back again
When did we change?
That ‘Slowly grow apart’?
We’re on our way
To losing years of carefree friendship
But I guess that’s what I hate about growing up
The rest is history but the point is stuck and never coming up
Was it just bad luck?
Tip the hourglass back over again
To be back on the grass sharing stories of places we went
Together forever no matter how near or far
What I’d give to have that back again
I love to have lost just to say how I’m gone
No one will know the cost that’s been hidden all along
I know you said I love ‘cause I know what I’m not worth
But the second best losing lost what they loved the most on earth
To tip the hourglass back over again
To be back on the grass sharing stories of places we went
Together forever no matter how near or far
What I’d give to have that back again
I’m moving on
Now finally turned the page
I’ve sung that song
But it’s past our golden age
Don’t worry I’ll be looking out for you till I go
Don’t care if we’re too far apart in time I still love you so
Still love you so
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13. |
The Miles on My Shoes
04:27
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They locked me up for 20 years' time
To sit in a room with the dank and the grime
And scribble a note on the prison walls
Don't be the one that they make fall
Water pours through the drain of your soul
No salvation shoes black as coal
Wandering the seas and unfair sands
Just hoping for a helping hand
Sometimes it’s hard to be a rebel
Some days I might get the blues
But then I stop and count out
The miles on my shoes
Crusin' down 80 going 95
No one's around floor the pedal and drive
Battle the day’s dark twisted sun
Fight for the night without a gun
The license plate reads out the words
Digital to some but to others unheard
Wandering the seas and unfair sands
Just hoping for a helping hand
Sometimes it’s hard to be a rebel
Some days I might get the blues
But then I stop and count out
The miles on my shoes
A blind man’s hearing guiding me
I'll fight the danger I cannot see
Yeah but I'm still stranded in this world
Just waiting for my route to unfurl
Wandering the seas and unfair sands
Just hoping for a helping hand
Sometimes it’s hard to be a rebel
Some days I might get the blues
But then I stop and count out
The miles on my shoes
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Sarchasm Berkeley, California
Sarchasm are three introverts with lisps of varying severity and radically different coffeeshop orders, unified by their love of superheroes, burritos, and ugly button-up shirts. They make music about mountains and friendships gone wrong.
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