1. |
Perennial Bygones
06:11
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the man he said he had a shadow
it drug that man into a battle
and when he died they took the body
and left the shadow hung in the tree
how many times have you asked the question why?
how many years have you held this pain inside?
are you insane to think that things will change with time?
are you to blame for feeling rage, compelled to fight?
the boy shot down without a reason
like the girl he didn't want that kind of attention
and if one day one is president
when they take the throne
will we rise up with them?
you know...we've paved these roads
but the change...the change is slow
how many times have you lied awake at night?
how many days have you lost your appetite?
is it a phase, can we erase sins of this kind?
do we remain forgotten names swept up by time?
the answer is blowin' in the wind
but the questions, they pull us in all directions
the dove washed ashore, she slept inside the current
she learned to sing, but never learned to listen
you know...we've paved these roads
but the change...the change is slow
old man take a look at my life
i’m not like you...no.
old man take a look at my life
i’m not like you...no.
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2. |
Start a Fight
05:05
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i’ve let you explain, as if I don't know
nod and a smile
but now i’m ashamed, that I let you
talk all this while
‘cause..
start a fight ‘cause i don't want to be polite
you prefer to be blind
can’t you see you model all your empathy
after you and your kind
gaslight this flame, it burns no longer
i won't apologize
‘cause it's not your place, now move along get the ---
out of my life
start a fight ‘cause i don't want to be polite
you prefer to be blind
can’t you see you model all your empathy
after you and your kind
la la la la la la la la la…
there's no misunderstanding
another day of telling me that I'm insane
well you've convinced me this time
after all we've seen, you get to walk away
cleared of all of your crimes
well i’ll let go of all the things i can't control
but i’ll hold on to this right
and when i see the rise of the supremacy
know that i’ll start a fight
holding me accountable for what you don't know
like i got time to spare
like i got time to spare
holding me accountable for what you don't know
like i got time to spare
like i got time to spare
i can't explain... we're not the same
still i’m here i don't know why
i have to prove… my point to you
as if you care about my life
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3. |
I (Tiger)
04:17
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girl don't wanna hear you complain
please change your demeanor
suck suck it up
suck it, smile, vacuum cleaner
push her around, girl she's got it easy
oh no… now she's angry
oh god… that girl she must be crazy
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
cobwebs, old threads
centuries in this skirt
kitty cat...callin’ you to flirt
just because i’m woman now you're asking where i’m going
well I went to make some music
now they ask which man around me wrote it
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
not a pussy, kitty cat call… i am a tiger
a strong human and a fighter
babe you look so tired
did all our efforts to get noticed..
did they make or break us?
can’t i just enjoy the ride..
without excuse to get somewhere?
and maybe we'll get there
and this all will feel better
boys lack respect every time they make a dare
makes me cringe every time I hear "grow a pair"
if courage is the quality found in masculinity
then why are you fighting me?
i call that insecurity… damn
alls i gotta say is god damn
well i was just a young girl
oh such a young girl
i covered up my face.. put my body in its place.. oh
i held out.. i’ll hold out a little longer
my body may be weak but my mind is growing stronger
he said there's better ways, better time and place to bring it up
either way.. i still think you won't give a fuck
well i don't give a fuck.. they may call me a monster
but i was born this way
i was born a tiger
not a pussy, kitty cat call.. i am a tiger
a strong human and a fighter
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4. |
Happy
05:01
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work hard. more hours.
you deserve. bed of flowers.
situate. don't create.
you are sold. i am bored.
they told me everything i needed
to live a decent life
and like most of them i believed it
and lived a decent lie
i can't concentrate on voices, the ones outside
cause’ they all agree it's pointless, the ones inside
five digit. school loan.
pay rent. never own.
high price. pharmacy.
arizona. ice tea.
work late. after hours.
late night. tongue sour.
acid trip. change my grip.
you are sold. i am bored.
i can't concentrate on voices, the ones outside
cause’ they all agree it's pointless, the ones inside
1-2-3 infinity
the life you live is not for me
an acid trip to change my grip
on how i see reality
1-2-3 infinity
i’m workin' payin' digital schemes
an acid trip to change my grip on
how i see reality
i’m going to go to school
and be happy
i’m going to get a job
and be happy
i’m going to buy nice things
and be happy
they tell me to sing
and be happy
see reality
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5. |
In My Head
03:27
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i’m fallin' for you.. i’m fallin' x4
{ in my head x4}
your hands on my thighs, they're shakin'
and i can't go home, i’m breakin'
your hands on my thighs, they're shakin'
your tongue in my mouth, we're makin'
the best of tonight, forbidden
your face in the crowd, forsaken
this heart i can't love, i’m fakin'
i’m fallin' for you...im fallin'
{ in my head x4 }
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6. |
Slumber
03:50
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we forget more than we remember
make up more stories to stay in our slumber we..
startle less, focused on our own stress, surrounded by the dead
pictures and words we read
sharing the tragedy, responding, self-righteous bantering
self-educating and self-proclaimed caring
outspoken, we blame them, they're broken, the system
we know and we claim to be woken
tucked in so safely in our own beds as if we did our best
still they cry, under they...
as if we did our best, under we...
as if we did our best, all that we could
how could this happen?
find excuse to ignore one's rights
speak the truth with the fear to die
ruffle the feathers and hope for good weather
storms come with pressure
see the wind blow around the eyes
listen to the sound when doves cry
thinking we’ve changed as we echo songs stolen again
we forget more than we remember we..
make up more stories pulled out of the sleeves..
of books that were written, white mans' history
focused on our own stress convinced we did all that we could
olly olly olly oxen free
molotov cocktail on me!
olly olly olly oxen free
molotov cocktail on me...
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7. |
Interlude: Inhale
02:11
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8. |
Drums/Guns
03:36
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DRUMS/GUNS
what is this fixation? what’s wrong with this nation?
entertained by the idea of idiocracy
laughable.. hypocritical
reality T.V. meets
democracy
how could this happen? you said it would never happen
but now that it has happened you say.. you can’t believe it happened
cynical.. when it’s critical
reality affected by
your apathy
and we've tried..
we've brought a drum, they've brought their guns to this fight
well i say fuck the system (they don't care bout you)
they're not here to listen (we're not going to move)
when I prove..
that i’m superior but lack certain exterior you act like i’m inferior
so much better.. qualified.. experienced
too bad you’re terrified of my intelligence
you say that you're progressive, you march against oppression
but when you're not affected you are
silent
privilege.. are you aware of it?
reality deferred by
plutocracy
and we've tried..
we've brought a drum, they've brought their guns to this fight
well i say fuck the system (they don't care bout you)
they're not here to listen (we're not going to move)
will you.. will you.. will you.. will you? i said..
will you.. will you.. will you.. will you? i said..
will you.. will you.. will you.. will you?
..set all this shit on fire
before we die?
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9. |
Exhale
02:47
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EXHALE
and we've tried..
we've brought a drum, they've brought their guns to this fight
well i say fuck the system (they don't care bout you)
they're not here to listen (we're not going to move)
laughable.. hypocritical
cynical.. when it's critical
privilege.. are you aware of it?
apathy.. towards reality
more organized. more resilient
positively-emotional
intuitive. personable.
oh no!
less terrified. more privileged
livin’ in the fictional
better off invincible
oh no!
more realized. rightly curious
positively spiritual
grounded in empirical
oh no!
less horrified. more oblivious
livin’ for material
slave to the imperial
oh no!
more qualified . more experienced
positively sexual.
rounded intellectual
oh no!
less satisfied. more delirious
fallin’ under capital
better off a criminal
oh no!
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10. |
Temporary
01:23
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TEMPORARY
well i don't know if i’ve come of age
or if i’m stuck in the same stage
i’m hanging out in church basements
relating best to old drunk men
and it takes time to trust again
and it takes time to break habits
and it takes time to build something that sticks
well i don't know i want to
love and drink
for maybe i’m just
temporary
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11. |
Gone without Wind
05:23
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GONE WITHOUT WIND
well i lined them up
clumps of dust to kill the pain
well i had hoped they'd kill my brain
like this dust my thoughts are hard.. to swallow
Ooooo… ooo..
Ooooo… ooo..
then my head spun off
it's messed up this coin toss
where maybe I'll awake
one more time face up
Ooooo… ooo..
Ooooo… ooo..
down on my knees
found sobriety
asked someone please help me
asked someone please help me
well the pain stopped hurtin'
each time we lost consciousness
but the drugs stopped workin'
we had a high tolerance.
then the wheels stopped turnin'
without the ground to resist
then the flame stopped burnin'
gone without any wind
Ooooo… ooo.. Ooooo… ooo..
Ooooo… ooo.. Ooooo… ooo.
then the pain stopped hurtin'
each time we lost consciousness
but the drugs stopped workin'
we had a high tolerance
then the wheels stopped turnin'
without the ground to resist
then the flame stops burnin'
gone without any wind
and his pain stopped hurtin'
each time he lost consciousness
but the drugs stopped workin'
he had a high tolerance.
then his wheels stopped turnin'
without the ground to resist
then his flame stopped burnin'
gone without any wind
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Elle PF Minneapolis, Minnesota
DIY band making alternative music
Ranelle Labiche
Jenessa LaSota
John Acarregui
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