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prescription sunglasses [a-side of Crisp Records 7", 1995]
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she came out of salon and she was walking sideways
she got into her car and turned the steering wheel my way
the lifters only pulled her into the corners of her eyes
the walls fall all around her sunny skies
she suffered from debatable afflictions
don't remember her sick before she got the prescription
she always wore sunglasses, she thought they made her look so goddamn cool
shaking with the dog out back by the swimming pool
everytime her name comes up i stare into my coffee cup
everytime the jets fly over, pretty little overdoser
taking two kinds of pills from just one container
swallowing them both without any water
sometimes they stick in her throat, but in the morning everything's alright
we could all use a little sleep tonight
everytime her name comes up i stare into my coffee cup
everytime the movie's over, pretty little overdoser
slumped beneath her theater seat, smiling like a nominee, yeah
swimming pool had purple lights, those purple drinks were dynamite
i woke up, i was black and blue, hey girl what did we do?
said you might remember pretty soon
i hope you don't remember pretty soon
think it was a three day rave
think i got the flyer saved
we were naked on a sunday afternoon
made it until sunday afternoon
emperor [b-side of Crisp Records 7", 1995]
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and i've got stuff to pick you up, what were you expecting?
and in the rear view mirror i saw the resurrection
and on the elevator down at the multiplex
i just pushed every button, i was just bored i guess
as i stopped and started i felt my very best
you came in without your makeup wearing your new junk store dress
your face covered in curls and tears
your eyes lit up like fifteen beers
you said your head was finally clear
you told me that you're leaving here
she puts it all into boxes on a big truck
its just bad luck, its a tough school
and a quualude and a vacuum means a clean house and a clean break
and her knee shakes but no earthquake and her ride home's on the freeway
at the exit by the campus, it's gonna bring her back to connecticut
we're gonna break you out of there, open up the window and let down your
hair
lit up like a dance floor, driving down the turnpike, hope the ropes
aren't too tight
i am the emperor, that is what the crown is for, that is what the throne is
for
that is what the robes are for, that is what the gloves are for
this feels like a holy war, all i'm really asking for
is open up the bathroom door
up all night, i'm getting drunk and weird
we've got clear beer, i think you're gonna like it
here among the windmills, baby we can just chill
we could all be friends again
don't try to fight it, i've got scars enough
from the night i hit your moving truck
left my things with you, and i put rings on you
put myself in you and now i'm bleeding too
slips backwards [a-side of Skene! Records 7", 1995]
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girl you know this party's just a compromise
between these boardroom suits and your bedroom eyes
and don't you think the dancin is a waste of time
and i expect you to move if you expect me to apologize
for all the things i said about your man
and i'm sorry if i treat you like a maintainance plan
nothin gets me down now, man it's gettin loud out
i'm shaking in the downtown, here's a little shoutout, yeah
girl you know you're startin to really harm
and your stars are shootin up and down my arm
i've been thinkin all about what you said about my karma
catchin every reference that you make about the dharma bums
these denver slums they look so good in text
and i'm sorry when you came through that we didn't connect
i was jammin to my tape deck, lookin for my paycheck
lookin for some car sex, checkin every car wreck with baited breath
and bloated tongue
never had so much fun
inflate your chest
burn your skin
make a mess outta him
thought you said that you were gonna get some zest soap
and i thought baby nice, nice, that stuff gets your skin slick
then i heard that you were living on the west coast
girl i had to call twice, felt like such a big dick
then i heard that you were hanging out at pawn shops
you always get a good price, you sure get some good junk
then i heard that you were dressin kinda hip-hop
ducking for the drive-bys, you'd best go back to skate punk
slip and trip and hang around
said that she liked hardcore, took her to a party
kissed her down on lake street, didn't get her number
kiss and trip and hang around
the pirate and the penpal [from 1998-99 Twin Town Music Yearbook CD]
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you spent the summer at the strawberry stand
there wasn't much that you could do about it
you're fifteen and you're six feet tall
you're flat-chested and you're angry about it
don't wear those push-up pants, you've got enough nicknames already
i asked the postmaster, he said penpals really can't be going steady
told her all about the tighten up
the way they used to dance down in houston, texas
her favorite song is still "forget the swan"
it gives her hope when those guitars kick in
all the money from the strawberry stand slips through your hands
cause you buy too many stamps
spend your days just waitin on the mailman
when he gets here you should ask him for a dance
don't listen to the whispers of the kitchen knife, the bathtub and the rain
yeah so he's a criminal
at least you know he loves you for your brain
told her all about the tighten up
the way they used to dance down in houston, texas
her favorite song is still "forget the swan"
it gives her hope when those guitars kick in
we made it to the getaway
but there were highway barricades
and there was glass and explosions
and there were gunshots and sirens
and the police and the prisons
and she prays for probation
back in blackbeard [from the Adeline Records CD "Might As Well...Can't Dance]
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(first the guys)
it's not right to blame the guys who had the fights tonight
let's blame the girls that love the guys that like to fight
and don't blame the guys who did the drugs tonight
let's blame the girls who love the guys who live the druggy lives
(and now the girls)
it's not right to blame the girls who had the fights tonight
let's blame the guys that love the girls that like to fight
and don't blame the girls who did the drugs tonight
let's blame the guys who love the girls who live the druggy life
(and mom and dad)
don't blame your daughter's downfall on her dancin
don't blame your baby's binging on the bass bins
blame the boredom, blame the basements
(jenny looks on the brightside
she said i never saw the sunrise before i met all you guys
and now i've done it on the d-line and bathed in all your basslines
and i still ain't died, or have i?)
vampire fangs for bitin into cellophane bags
wasted on red, white and blue and the american flag
and the maple leaf rag
you're the star of every single afterbar
the condescending host to the post-game interview
blowin smoke in the post-show afterglow
rubbin up against the radio
yeah stranded on the couch with the super mario
and the papercut tounge from lickin on the centerfolds
secret santa cruz [a-side of the Heart of A Champion 7", 2000]
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cash advances and jenny's back on campus
i can't believe that it's september
jenny what's the story, all the chicks in her sorority
asked her how she spent the summer
said i interned at some law firm, said i got a little sunburned
i saw some raver kid get murdered
and i met this guy, and this guy i met he got me high
and the drum and bass sounds a lot like rollin' thunder
the blue looks beautiful toppin' off the torch
you don't have to go inside to buy, you can buy it off the porch
twenty-seven lovers in the back half of the summer
i know you think it's way too many
but the x makes me feel sexy and the sex makes me feel empty
the alcohol destroys me
and i did it in a disco with some guy from san francisco
who looked a lot like roger daltry
and the night of all that bloodshed i was kissin' on some crackhead
who said he knew about a party, he keeps it in his mouth in those crazy chipmunk cheeks
i gave him fifty and he kissed me, spit a little treat between my teeth
i think we're starting to peak
woke up at some hedonistic rodeo
with cowboys kissing cowboys, trading magazines for videos
yeah god bless the radio, all that fine fine music without all the messed up musicians
and dwight's a magician, he gets sensbile people makin' terrible decisions
he name was sally but they all called her sal mineo
she was lit up like an arson but she burned out like arsenio
he name was sandy but they all called her san antonio
she can't remember where she slept last night but she won't forget the alamo
sandy, don't forget our alibi
la quereria [b-side of the Heart of A Champion 7", 2000]
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undisclosed sources have reported that the kids look like corpses
warped and all distorted
a summer wrecked on X and house arrest
transacting sacks to the yards from the porches
and wild horses cant carry away california divorces
copenhagen hats, skintight pinstripe blue jeans and the
bright white Nike Air Forces
the pigs came in so forcibly, they almost didn't bother me
the kids were living liberally, loving all their liberties
started out with a liberal amount
they did a bunch and cut it up and and sold
the rest of what was left to some two bit thief on the street
who did a bunch and cut it up and sold the rest of what was left to you and me
and we thought that we were so free but it was a chemical reaction
we thought we were experienced but we were mostly crashing
positioned well on the right side of the sell but everybody yells for the
guys that mix the hoods with sleeveless fashions
first there's violence then there's silence then there's sirens
first there's gunshots then there's beat cops then there's chalk on the sidewalks
then violins
first there's beer then there's shots then theres cops then next of kin
then violins
first there's violence then there's silence then there's sirens.
he took the porches like a preacher takes the pulpit
said the nightlife is the only thing that could possibly save us
the turntables have enslaved us
the pigs have enraged us
the schoolbuses are slave trains
the billboards are our bloodstains
the kids shout "halleluiah!" let the flyers be our psalms
let the promoters be our prophets, et the sirens be our songs
and the words came from the porches and the kids stood just like soldiers
and every murdered raver was just dying by the hands dealt by the dealers
math is money [from the Your Flesh Magazine CD]
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this is the story of the kids called the crabs
they used to loiter on the corner up on jefferson ave
they're always chanting on their mantra, you only get what you grab
and there's money in the city, but the money's in handbags
but that's not new, yeah that's review
i already told you about the bags that get grabbed by the crab dudes
they got supply if you got demand
they'd get a grand to the gram if they could decimate these other
gangs
and math is money and money is math, a leather vest, assless chaps
peter panned out here from springfield, mass
(math is money and money is math)
newspaper said that some crabs stabbed some rich kid
but what's a rich kid doin that far up on jefferson
slumming,stumbling, gettin lost in his eyelids
tried to do a little more but he dropped it in the toilet
short by an ounce that's when they pounced dude
didn't even mention the amount the crabs came crashin though
this ain't smart dude, this ain't art dude
this is sonic economics and i'll put it on a graph for you to prove
that math is money and money is math, a leather vest and assless
chaps
peter panned back into springfield, mass
(math is money and money is math)
twin cities, they're gangin up on me
twin cities, they're double teamin me
well hello, new bedford, mass won't you hit me with a little bit of
amnesty
(twin cities) twin cities, they're gangin up on me
(twin cities) twin cities, they're double teamin me
4 dix [from the as-yet unreleased AmRep Records 7"]
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too many pills, they made a pilgrimage
from upstairs at the nice nice to the atm
katrina got a little bit religious again
she said "lord grant me twenty, lord grant me ten"
because i can get by with ten if i can get a little bit from my friends
walked into the bathroom and and found the 4 horsemen
wagering and arguing over which one gets to do you in
[war]
war courted you relentlessly
had so many parties they almost snorted you accidentally
swallowed hard into relative obscurity
[and pestilence]
pestilence presented us with a kickass pen and pencil set
it was excellent.
pitch a tent for pestilence, pitch a tent for pestilence
what happened on 15th and franklin depends on who's asking
we knew you were a dancer when we saw you at the city center
getting nice at the Nankin.
[famine]
famine is so glamorous
removed your ribs before cosmetic work was even scandalous
flirting with the journalists ensures at least a critics hit
famine, war, and pestilence were sucking off their cigarettes
death was just watching, getting off on all the coughing.
he said sex makes you smart but the drugs make you dumb
cued the record up to "comfortably numb"
licked his fingers, rolled them on the mirror and rubbed them on his gums
[death]
and death came in a bloody mess
with a left arm on the treble clef and the right arm on the crystal meth
seizured on the dance floor and slithered from her party dress.
the kids were so impressed with death
they did the VSS into "in love with jets"
[and whats left?]
the eyelids and the makeup kit
the mustache and the poker chips
4 dicks and the apocolypse.
Mick's Tape [unreleased]
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jettin off to the coast where the boys all taste like toast
i'm getting off to the coast where the girls all taste like scope
when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your ghost
i'm getting off to the place where the boys all taste like paste
i'm getting off to the place where the girls all get so wasted
when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your facelift
so hike up your hitchhiking shorts, we're roadtrippin
walked into the walk-in cooler, bought in to the three day bender
and the guys in the bathroom wanna meet that girl in the backroom
they've got a little message from someone who's been tryin to get
through
now we're going to the land of the liquid tan
they've got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands
i felt like i'd be double-teamed by the liquor and the cig machine
and they reached into his pocket, grabbed onto his wallet
and his car keys, yeah they're home free
and all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately
and i've been digging through the ashtrays
bitchy christmas [from the self-released split-cassette w/ The Freedom Fighters]
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[i don't have this. if anyone can help me get one, i'd greatly appreciate it.]
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