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Post by Tosh on Feb 19, 2008 14:41:07 GMT -5
Thought I'd chuck something up here about the new stuff to follow on from Bubba updates - As Dave is the only one that can read music, I'll not put up the tabs etc but might chuck up some sets of lyrics to the following songs (if anyone is interested that is). Burden Of Proof Welcome Tomorrow Full Circle One Eye Open Your Demons Scare Me Habit Of A Lifestyle Out On The Streets Another Nail In The Coffin Deadcell
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Post by Caroline on Feb 21, 2008 17:15:54 GMT -5
I am!!
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Post by Tosh on Feb 21, 2008 17:54:48 GMT -5
ANOTHER NAIL IN THE COFFIN
I’m a broken man Coughing blood for the bourgeoisie I might be faltering: it’s not on principle I assent, engage, discover a moment Like all the lost romances.
The fake mythology Only finances government There’s no manifest and there’s no destiny Exploit, beguile; constructing defences To save your belief system
So you read, the book, of pretty words Close your eyes, and feel like you’re secure
I never wanted to make it almost a game cos it felt like the real thing. I’m celebrating another nail in the coffin of every religion
Celebrate now god is dead Celebrate like Nietzsche said.
With every word, I get more cynical There is no line between god, profit and state
A resurrection of all we promised to be And that’s free of corruption. I’m celebrating another nail in the coffin of every religion
Broken Again
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Post by Tosh on Mar 8, 2008 2:56:36 GMT -5
DEADCELL
I was just the hostage trying to catch your eye And I felt like Patty Hearst when you smiled at me It was easy to pretend, the ransom note Promised that in time you’d set me free
The pain hits my chest again, I drink myself to sleep at night And wonder if you ever realised I had shadows in my heart The pieces of which broke apart I tried like hell but I knew one day you’d see The stronger side of me
Nihilistic mind games can’t achieve your aim There was no mediation at any time Though the sacrifices made, were at a cost My dignity and pride were always mine
I paid my own admission And fell into submission Now reach out for ascension Leviathan fades and retreats. And the deadcell liberates me
The pain hits my chest again, I drink myself to sleep at night And wonder if you ever realised I had shadows in my heart The pieces of which broke apart I tried like hell but I know one day you’d see The deadcell set me free.
The Deadcell Liberation
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Post by Tosh on Mar 8, 2008 2:58:53 GMT -5
WELCOME TOMORROW
Ignorance and politicians, Violence and genocide, Euthanasia and Cancer, Fear and suicide. Inner City Deprivation, Rotting from the inside out Revolution, overcrowding, Silence, hate and doubt.
Welcome, welcome tomorrow Welcome, welcome tomorrow Welcome, welcome tomorrow anyway
Bulimia and date rape victims, Government funded schemes Mother earth and unborn children Cracking at the seams
Welcome, welcome tomorrow Welcome, welcome tomorrow Welcome, welcome tomorrow anyway
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Post by Dave on Mar 10, 2008 6:59:30 GMT -5
B B B B A A C# C# B B B B D D E E ..........Just a wee taster of "Habit Of A Lifestyle" for everyone lol
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Post by Beelzebozo on Mar 10, 2008 8:40:56 GMT -5
biff boof biff boof biff boof dadadadadadadadada biff boof biff boof... welcome tomorrow drum track
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Post by Tosh on Mar 10, 2008 15:44:03 GMT -5
Thank fuck, for a second there bubba I thought ye we're sharing some Andrew WK lyrics.... (eee's neva gonna live it down)
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Post by Beelzebozo on Mar 10, 2008 17:12:16 GMT -5
nah... his lyrics dinna have the dadadada bit
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Post by Tosh on Mar 19, 2008 18:25:36 GMT -5
HABIT OF A LIFESTYLE
It feels a lot like second nature Slam it in the vein Wonder what’s happening to me? Slam it in again, again. And now I no longer feel it Cut myself instead I got something I can bleed for and there's silence in my head.
All night, cold sweat, fuckin' nightmares Garbage in my blood There’s hate running from my senses All my thoughts lost in the flood Jesus castrates politicians While Allah holds them down Buddha sits under the tree; he’s seen our suffering before.
It’s not in vein(sic), I don’t need to Have something more than everything I always wanted too much, I always wanted too much I always wanted the lifestyle.
Stand back, watch me recreate Myself, I’ll exaggerate. I’ve got something I believe in this time It’s not in vain I don’t need to Have something more than everything I always wanted too much, I always wanted too much
Catch my breath, clear my head, raise my voice and Break the habit of a lifestyle Take control, hear myself, make a choice I'll Break the habit of a lifestyle I don’t need faith, to be myself, it’s my chance to Break the habit of a lifestyle Thank the sun, feel the rain, laugh out loud and Break the habit of a lifestyle
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Post by Tosh on May 17, 2008 17:35:09 GMT -5
ALMOST INNOCENT Cutting up my scrap book feelings My arms are red, the pages wet. Walking wounded talk in rhythm I paid the price but not the debt. There’s a vulture picking flowers From a hole inside my chest Broken, undefined and ageless I left a sign out for the rest.
Oblivious and uncorrupted Skin too white and humour black Moving shadows cast a tension Time bends but never cracks Sleep with conscience in confusion I’m feeling ill at ease. A Momentary taste of angels: I’m cursed with this disease
It’s almost innocent, Empty words I say. Turn away, you turn away and cry. And I’m not tired yet Threw my heart away Close my eyes, fake my own regret
Locked up, It’s violent Locked up, Just out of reach Locked out and destitute Fucked up and resolute
It’s almost desolate A solitary pain Hide away, I hide away inside Vacant bloodshot eyes A complicated dream Of syllables, knives and alcohol
It’s almost innocent Empty words I say Turn away, you turn away and cry And I’m not finished yet Throw my dreams away Close my eyes, make my own regret.
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Post by Tosh on May 18, 2008 18:21:22 GMT -5
FULL CIRCLE Look at all the neon signs on the high streets of our towns Selling dreams that we never really need Human rights are swept away with pious right wing cause Economists are coming out to feed.
Say goodbye to Strummer and to "Solidarity" Real struggles from a broken working class Socialism was cut down by a market driven force Everything is judged in cold hard cash And we’re sitting around a campfire With the past caught in our songs. And we’re dying faster every day With the future in our hands.
Spinning round, full circle.
They took the unions away from us broke the back of unity Told us we’d be better off this way Better dead than red they laughed with the promises of wealth Thatcher’s legacy is plain to see And we’re watching history today With the past caught in our eyes. On the axis everything is clear Cos the fire is rebirth
Spinning round, full circle
Disappointment in your heart for a better way of life That fought hard and buckled under the iron hand of state Where’s the heart of integrity, where’s the freedom of the press It’s bought, sold & repackaged with a new expiry date.
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Post by Tosh on May 19, 2008 19:05:56 GMT -5
blah blah blah
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Post by Beelzebozo on May 20, 2008 14:07:38 GMT -5
nah... all good. coupled with new tuneage new stuff should rock like a mofo
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Post by Tosh on May 25, 2008 3:42:05 GMT -5
ONE EYE OPEN Disappointment isn’t obvious Unless you’re suffering Focusing intently on the pain of everything The room’s too dark to see your face And shadows seem to move, The words rebounding off the wall, like they’ve something to prove. So you watch the television Like it’s some kind of release From stepping over everyone’s sensibilities. And you sleep with one eye open So you never miss a thing At 4am the quietest hour you’ll still be listening.
One eye open one eye shut Half the answers won’t add up Static signals can’t explain Why existence equals pain
Your emotions are inviting Like a lock without a key They manifest themselves in dreams and cutting irony We skirt around the issues Like two lawyers in a trial Fail to recognise the end and sense of our denial
The path you chose has ceased to be But the options now won’t guarantee How the future ends for you and I You close both your eyes and cry
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