1. |
Damn the dominant
02:12
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Up rise, revolt, and overthrow – Damn the dominant
Superior subordinate – Up rise, revolt, revise, overthrow
Condemn the incorrect – Crush class consciousness –
Destroy
Speciousness is a poison – Corrupting dissidents
But I will not bend...
Offer hope to hopeless – Helpless and virtually dead
Up rise, revolt, rethink, revise – Overthrow, damn,
condemn
Destroy damned dominant – Superior subordinate rise
Rising and despising – Hatred grows silently
Outraged, outcast, at last alone...
Undone hate and oppression – undone damned dominant
Assumed the hate and power – became the dominant
Up rise, revolt, and overthrow – Rule with your own
iron fist
Sick and insane subordinate – Oppressed is now oppressor
But I will not bend...
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2. |
29 times
04:41
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29 times
I tried to clean up this mess
Don’t blame me, I’ve always tried to do my best
29 times
I tried to save the world
Always ends the same
darkness and bitter cold
29 times
Plays like a record broken
Comes down to
those last few words left unspoken
Crush me - oh believe me
Crush me - oh free me
Am I out here all alone?
Why can’t others bear this load?
29 times
Tried to play the martyr
The rest of the world
Proved to be so much smarter
29 times
I lay down on the track
Time and again
Some unknown faith has pulled me back
29 times
I fell into this empty space
Hoping to vanish, to go without a trace
Crush me
I feel sick
Crush me
Oh fuck it
Am I out here all alone?
Why can’t others bear this load?
Crush me
I feel sick
Crush me
Oh fuck it
Am I out here all alone?
Why can’t others bear this load?
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3. |
The illness
02:37
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Alas – The illness comes again
Slumber is no use rest pointless…
I simply toss and turn –
Grow tired and sick – Disgusting distress…
My soul again prepares for
This slow and silent death
And my once sharp senses
Become duller daily
And oh – This gut wrenching
nauseating sorrow…
Persistence of time never ceases
To haunt – My lust for life grows dim
Fleeting memories – Distant past
Well, there was life and love there
We were not afraid then
Now dreadfully old and all alone
We’re where we always wanted
We’re where we never wanted…
And oh – This gut wrenching,
nauseating sorrow…
We love to hate to be alone
Tell me – Will time never pass?
and it passes – And each day…
Each hour’s more burdensome…
So I beg you – Will time never cease?
Oh, dear god, will time ever cease?
But we still have our youth…
Oh we still have our youth…
And oh – This gut wrenching, nauseating sorrow…
sorrow
sorrow
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4. |
Violently quietly
03:03
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Life speeding violently - days slip away quietly
Desperately long time coming - so quickly, the longing subsides
Silently, still violently - thrust headlong into reality
Dug deep in this endless rut - on a journey that is
but finite...
Trying - no, never trying
Forever reaching
Never living - ever loving
Madness, endless - senselessness
Tell me there is yet hope - surely there must be meaning
Is this struggle really pointless? - Is fulfillment
attainable?
Or will I endlessly want - for something I shall never have?
Forever doomed to be content - content, but never smiling...
Trying - no, never trying
Forever reaching
Never living - ever loving
Madness, endless - senselessness
I wallow with the swine - mired in infinite desire
Ashamed at last of yearning - for peace and solitude
Vile, wretched sickness creeping - wicked illness n
ever ceasing
As the days slip silently - What did I want from this life
anyway?
Trying - no, never trying
Forever reaching
Never living - ever loving
Madness, endless - senselessness
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5. |
Nobody knows
02:51
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Care taker - deal maker
Soul shaper - earth quaker
Sound man - game plan
Sun tan - tin can
Back pack - wood shack
Nick nack - get back
Life span - flim flam
Clueless Klux Klan
Boogey man - sneak peak
Heat seek - gas leak
Hey man stay away
You’re a big freak
And so it goes... so it goes
So it goes... and so it goes
Where it stops...
Open mind - road sign
On line - no time
White stripe - prototype
Out of site - good night
Slow pace - rat race
Save face - disgrace
Government - over spent
Can’t pay the rent
Big dent - pay check
On deck - red neck
Made a mess of my life
It’s a car wreck
Fast pitch - filthy rich
Skipped stitch - dug ditch
One way - foul play
Happy day - never stray
New year - stay clear
Don’t fear - shed a tear
Over played - be afraid
Can’t turn your back today
Hand-made - get laid
Nerves frayed - dogs stray
Can’t trust your neighbor
So please just stay away
Open up - dumb luck
Got stuck - you suck
Tides turn - we learn
Slow burn - I yearn
More meat - dry heat
Tired feet - Take a seat
Spider web - blindly led
Stay out of my head
Box car - shining star
Corner bar - hidden scar
I’ve kept this burning buried
Deep down so far
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6. |
Urban rumble
04:56
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Short days... long nights – Urban rumble
Railways covered by flattened pennies
Beneath the desolate, concrete bridge
Blaring, shouting, bickering cars now
Ceased and sleeping – ever weeping
From exhaustion...
Red lights or green lights...
Red lights or green lights...
Swirl in puddles on the icy, slick pavement
Crawling, seething – into bleak corners
Lightless cracks in some forgotten alley
The desperate unloved lay side by side
Buried in boxes... transient homes
In the dank night – naughtily grinning
Fornication...
Sanity fleeting...
A midnight greeting...
No hope whispered on the walkways – only dread
Leading, bleeding, bending souls
Into eternity – where darkness must flee
From peace and light – but furious, curious
Raging love runs rampant... now the moon is black
Fright, fight, flight, quell this torment
With tidings of love
And a toast for tomorrow...
The end of all sorrow...
As dawning days of brutal desperation come...
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7. |
No telling
02:54
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You’re not gonna tell me - how I feel
You’re not gonna tell me - this ain’t real
You’re not gonna tell me - who I am
You’re not gonna sell me - the master plan
I have my own voice
I’ll make my own choice
I am...
You’re not gonna tell me - what to say
You’re not gonna show me - another way
You’re not gonna tell me - which road to take
You’re not gonna tell me - what’s good for my own sake
I have my own voice
I’ll make my own choice
I am...
You’re not gonna tell me - who to be
You’re not gonna tell me - now that I’m free
You’re not gonna tell me - that I’m too soft
You’re not gonna tell me - so please fuck off
I have my own voice
I’ll make my own choice
I am...
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8. |
Southwest boulevard
02:48
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Cold concrete crumbles
As steely skies thunder
Industrial wasteland
Inspires revivification
City lights burning bright as we descend into darkness
To escape from the madness of endless consumption
We linger in alleys and forsaken factories
The dross of progress
Step cautiously over wrecked rusted refuse
Descend silently into the pestilent abyss
Known only as home to the weary unwanted
Society’s blemish
Slow rumble low grumble
Wheels squeal on old steal
Enraged diesel edge onward
Into emergent dark
Shielded in shadows
Beneath derelict bridges
Crouched in the black night
Awaiting iron horses
Grasp hold of the top rung... sprint as fast as you can run
Quick step and a lunge... and the horse has been mounted
Then climb to the top of that rusted old hopper
Feet nimbly skipping...
Traverse the running boards to find the ideal spot
To relax and enjoy the release of all sorrow
To discharge the weary burdens of the day...
Then roll through the city past slums - and the vagrants look on by fires
Tall stacks billowing black smoke - the destructive
result of desire
Fierce city lights fade as the horse races onward
Rolling towards fields long forgotten in the country
With the rush, then the push all fear and hatred
Finally subsides
At long last at peace we sway with the freighter
As warm winds embrace us heading south through the
darkness
Stars strewn across black skies... life left behind us
I can see for miles
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9. |
Shutdown
04:40
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Kneeling and bowing before our broken King
and only few so blessed bestowed
with knowledge...
Of the lying truth and of these
sickeningly dreadful deeds...
The peace that cannot live... beneath...
These horrid lies
Infiltrate, discovery
Denial making mockery of sooth and undeniable...
...evidence – Lost decades of decadence
...now centuries old
...the populace – bled by eminence
Misrepresentation of people
seeking endlessly forgotten truth
to unforgotten wrongs...
Incompetence... or impotence... decreasing exigency
to fulfill requirements...
Progress and invention, delaying depression
but, at the last, man serves his own creation...
Destructive mess, mass trickery... the death of decency
Misconception... an abomination... but still, the undeniable...
...evidence – Lost decades of decadence
...now centuries old
...the populace have been bled by eminence
Misrepresentation of people
seeking endlessly forgotten truth
to never forgotten wrongs...
The ending of pride and self-respect
Propagates complacency...
To the fulfillment of this greedy dream
“I Pledge Allegiance...”
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10. |
Origami
04:53
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Another beautiful brilliant sun drenched day
We sit watch the embers fade as daylight dissipates
It seems a lifetime since we met and fled the place where we came from - Now as I glimpse your radiant smile, this heart is filled with mirth.
Your understanding knows no bounds - Tolerance and enduring love astound - eternal gratitude is due for all that you have given me. Life was merely drudgery before you salvaged this lost and lonely sole, As twilight nudges out the day I catch the glimmer in your eyes.
I can’t imagine no other life than this one that I’ve lived with you. And I can’t conceive of no better past than that which we’ve created.
Now sad alone on our front porch we watch the day slide by
Traffic slips by listlessly and we’re sat there you and me
As another day drifts by
Another day drifts by
Another night fled silently
The morning sun beckons us to rise
And I awaken to the delicate touch of your gentle tender hands
Then we assume a respective post again at peace on our old front porch and speak so fondly of yesterdays today or of future days.
I can’t imagine no other life than this one that I’ve lived with you. And I can’t conceive of no better past than that which we’ve created.
Now sad alone on our front porch we watch the days speed by
Traffic rips by recklessly and we’re sat there you and me
As another day drifts by
Now sad alone on our front porch we watch the days drag by
Traffic crawls by endlessly and we’re still sat there you and me
As another day drifts by
Another day drifts by
Another day drifts by
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11. |
'MOK - Hope
06:08
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'm ok Portland, Maine
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