76567: the album
future shock
you don't kiss me anymore
allergic to the medication
raging bullshit
like background music
cry cry cry
a thousand years
vigilante ballast: the album
the moments we don't allow
america is a miracle
you get so uncomfortable when you're uncomfortable
prisoner to president
are you the car or are you the road
a love undiagnosed
eight car train six car station: the album
hypertonic superglue
woman get me a beer, beer get me a woman
punctuation marks
homeboy 2000
indian point?
ruined i'd rather be
the weather, the woman or the war
asbestos: the album
good hearted man, bad hearted mind
asbestos
superhero
hypertonics superglue (live)
not your friend
brian lord: the album
there are a million of us
unpolitic
it seems obscene
the possibilities
half a dozen roses
i want you to want me
finally happy
we're changing
it seems obscene (reprise)
unreleased:
the daughters of divorce
devil's gonna give you everything you wanted
don't marry the one you love, marry the one who loves you
echoes, reverberations
the empty temple
entitled
God
i don't care
an illness
my heart is beaten
my suicide note
the nails are gone
power
see you there
a summer's resolution
third dimension blues part i
venezuelan jennings
covers
joe strummer: keys to your heart
talking heads: psycho killer
dion and the belmonts: runaround sue
the rolling stones: paint it black
the clash: police on my back
camper van beethoven: take the skinheads bowling
lovin' spoonful: summer in the city
cracker: movie star
the ramones: questioningly

all songs published by january politician music (ascap)
inner noise records © 1999-2017











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*Allergic To The Medication* (lord/m. rogers/dipaolo)

What do I need, what do I know, what's my voice saying?
My human brain is such a limited game, one I keep on playing
We fight and we'd rather be right, but is the yelling winning?
While these answers, supposed Answers, undo the underpinning
I tried again and I lost from it, this trust is broken
If something's handed to me then I'll give it right back because there's too much left unspoken

Chorus:
So our sequiters and our summaries
Generate an even worse disease
We interfere and then we hesitate
The urgency has come a day too late:
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
You need a new vocation.

There is no "they" there is only "we"
And we're the ones who will not let us leave
The enemies are invented, the surgeon heals us using dirty hands
The facts are just opinions, the well-intentioned do not understand

Chorus:
So now we're hearing things that aren't there
And we miss the sounds that should be clear
If I could say the words that were in my head
Then I could truly be awake instead:
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
You need a new vocation.

Allergic to the medication, you need a new vocation.

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*america is a miracle* (lord)

fighting crime and crime have now become the same
we've built computers working now there to take the blame
we cage the things we worship like a lazy mennonite
america kills all it's enemies like a bone that didn't heal right

america is a miracle
the flesh is weak but it's eyes are full
it's the best that you can do if you're trying

we win games 80-0 and we sell the things we steal
your photos of abuse and torture are faked - our photos are real
the starving masses got fat while the elite pay to get thin
but when you're running out the building - america is running in

america is a miracle
the flesh is weak but it's eyes are full
it's the best that you can do if you're trying

we got wall street, wallmart, a ford taurus for the tourists
and we're always making room for another greek chorus
we ran for 26 miles but we forgot the last .2
be afraid of america because america's afraid of you

america is a miracle
the flesh is weak but it's eyes are full
it's the best that you can do if you're trying

we filter the water, we pass on the right,
the news trucks are the news.
it's free to get in, you have to pay to get out,
the more we gain the more we lose.
we're mercurial, we're ephemeral,
the art is just a lithograph.
half the poor are put to work
to antagonize the other half.

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*are you the car or are you the road?* (lord)

are you the car or are you the road?
will you slow down or will you explode?

be smart, be fast, be first and stay uncomfortable
a bubble of nitrogen to keep their stories full.
if you are not the hand, you're just a glove for it
and this would be your ass in someone else's shit.

are you the car or are you the road?
will you slow down or will you explode?

are you building walls on a mother's womb?
and are you a passenger in someone else's tomb?
undermine the clash, question the ramones.
criticize the beatles and deny the stones.


if the pipes are right then your water's new
but if your water's old then the pipes are too.
there is no reward when a man behaves
because lincoln's not the one who freed the slaves.

are you the car or are you the road?
will you slow down or will you explode?

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*ASBESTOS* (Lord / M.Rogers)

Rumours of countries, oceans, and seas
Offering more than 'thank you' and 'please'
Couldn't we move in all degrees?

Sustenance stands where dignity lies
You can choose one 'til the other one dies
Mistaking the two has never been wise
So he's not going to work today

No he's not going to work today
No he's not going to work today
Asbestos dreams keep him away (awake)

Monday is gone, Tuesday's a fear
Wednesday is gone while Tuesday's still here
Thursday and Friday disappear

A butterfly falls, turns to a moth
Rhetoric calls, accusing of sloth
Linens and silk, just pieces of cloth
So he's not going to work today

(Chorus)

The profit of their's is bringing them down
The prophet of his is coming to town
A spectrum of change is turning around

He is a man, five foot ten
Raised to believe all that he can
Will not repeat our mistakes again
So he's not going to work today

(Chorus)

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*CRY CRY CRY* (Lord)

It's never been so sad or so silent
There's something going on and I can't believe
The quiet and the calm are returning but my lungs are burning
I can't even breathe.
And so I see the pain that is coming
I'm looking through a universal eye
I used to do my best to forget it, now I won't let it
And I just want to cry.

Cry, cry, cry
I think I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
I cannot hold the reins any longer, the rain's getting stronger
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

It started down the road very slowly
The water turned to stone when I did not try
But I won't let another ocean dry out and so I have to cry out
Why, why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why?

If you wanna make money play the people's fears
Take away their hearts, steal their tears
Give them the disease then sell the cure
That's what the pain is for
And that's why my heart's so poor.

Cry, cry, cry
I think I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
It's time to let the storm stop the silence and start up the violence
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

'Cause I don't wanna drown any lower
And I will not pretend that it's time to die
It's gonna rain at once in the end, then rain again
Let the waters cry.

Cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry
You'll never see a man go unspoken once he's been broken
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

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*depreciation and appreciation over time* (M. Rogers)

we came to an end cause it wasn't our time
we drank too soon from the cabernet wine
i can't undo what's already been done
it's not like you didn't give me a reason

i guess i wish you would just appreciate me
and who knows? maybe you appreciate me
i can openly admit if i have it all wrong
anything is possible when you're in denial this long

CHORUS 1:
Its morning. The bell rings.
Its night time. We lost things.
Its over. You dont care.
Its well done. You want rare.

VERSE 3:
when i speak of you, i mean that i'm speaking of me
but when i let you go, i didn't mean for you to go free
i told you i loved you, but you said, "it couldn't be love"
perhaps you were in it too long, maybe you just had enough

i lay and i think of you and fear for the future unknown
but now im feeling closer to you while I take my time alone

CHORUS 2

CODA:
And we may never know...
Where the price of your love will go.
And we may never know...
Where the price of your love will go.

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*The Daughters Of Divorce* (Lord)

She trades upon her softness
As that softness goes untold
But how will you remain warm
If that side of her goes cold?
Time will soon betray her
She runs what used to walk.
She's the _ _ of her mother
If only they would talk.

There is no conversation
They've replaced themselves with pills
We leave it to her judgment
To watch her follow what she will

Chorus:
And oh, you can bring her back
You're the one she looks to wait
Don't let her end like that
It's not too late

You are her only hostage
A banister she waves
If you could truly see her
You would see how she behaves
You will win and lose and win her
More than you could comprehend
While she is falling deeply
(in love) again and again and again

Chorus

She is spoken like a language
Like the french you've always planned
There's a beauty from the outside
But you will never understand
She is lost in her reflection
Stumbling towards the flame
You must save what she's forgotten
So that she may do the same.

Chorus

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*Devil's Gonna Give You Everything You Wanted* (Lord)

Every wage you flaunted
Every wish you spoke
The devil's gonna give you everything you wanted

He will insulate you
He will let you win
The devil's gonna give you everything you wanted

Elvis needs the drugs now
Elvis gets the drugs
The devil's gonna give you everything you wanted

He will sell the options
And you will take the hook
He will numb your questions
He gave you what you took
Every chance you promised
Every narrow taunt
All the toys you needed
Everything you want
The devil's gonna give you everything you wanted

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*DON'T MARRY THE ONE YOU LOVE, MARRY THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU* (Lord / M. Rogers)

I drink too much, I think too much,
and now I'm probably gonna say too much
I'm in love, I'm in love,
but I have fallen for the worst of them

Vous ne me connaissez pas suis presque heureux,
de l'autre ct il y a tellement plus que j'ai besoin.
Tout je me veux ai maintenant,
l est toujours toujours quelque chose davantage alimenter.

I'm in love but I'm in trouble
so my friends pull me away
And they fill my head with fables
to keep me from my wild ways they say:

"You don't marry the one you love. Marry the one who loves you."

What is love and how does it feel?
Who is this person that's not even real?
Why must the future shadow today?
Why is this all they have left to say?

Il y a une femme que j'aime maintenant,
et elle m'est bonne comme elle peut tre.
Je ne sais pas le demain mais on
tellement laisse pour que nous voient.

Thinking about another someone
does so much to ruin things today
All their talk is old and angry
so I won't listen when they say:

"You don't marry the one you love. Marry the one who loves you."

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*echoes, reverberations* (lord)

You've slowly flinched at reflections you have censored
You're feeling cold but soon this will be warm
Your chest has pain but on the right side of your body
What should have never been has now become the norm
Now when it rains your bones begin their aching
What isn't gone will only come back worse
You feel the echoes, reverberations
Of a hurt that still hurts.

Your broken heart is a broken record
Like a scientist that will not find a cure
You hate the past but you wear it like a trophy
Waiting for the memories you were
So now you sit and you stay there looking backwards
And you watch for a starter gun's alert
Punishing the people for the people never there
From a hurt that still hurts.

But when you trip upon your sentiments, (sediments)
the present falling on the past,
it's like a crowd of people panicking
and can you run that fast? Can you run that fast?
Don't put a face upon your injuries
over everything you've masked
Don't leave them answering the calculus
that you never even asked, you never even asked.

You've slowly flinched at reflections you have censored.

(You're dwelling on your building but you're building on your dwelling)

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*The Empty Temple* (Lord)

Verse:
The open doors became that way each day by 7:00 AM.
The vendors stayed the nights preparing the plans left to them.
The last to leave and the first to arrive, still refining:
Too bad their efforts overwhelmed of desperation and pining.

Chorus:
And only the elderly attended
It's just what somebody intended
The spirit went away long ago, where were you?

Verse:
The same mistakes they seem to make today, since 1981.
The walls are still around but the ground has become overrun.
You believe but who believes in you?
The walls are still around but there isn't a soul to renew

Chorus:
And only the elderly attended
It's just what somebody intended
Who will take their place, who will be there tomorrow?

Chorus Bridge:
This temple is empty, it once had plenty.
It's not attempting. (It isn't tempting). It's unrelenting
It's not exempt, I'm not sure where it went.
An empty vessel - it once was special.
Is it temporal, only temporary?
The hallow is now hollow, it's lost it's halo

Go back to the beginning. Go back and start again.

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*Entitled* (Lord)

How many days have missed their mark?
How many years will trace that arc?
I've fought so hard to just resist
That I'd forgotten more exists
Melt my frozen heart
Melt my frozen heart
Show the sounds I can relearn
Help a softness to return, hey hey hey.

Instrumental Chorus

I fell on every lure they threw
I bought from every store they knew
So from there, I was severed and replaced
I occupied the empty space
Melt my frozen heart
Melt my frozen heart
Here I am, reconnect those open floors
I'm not that person anymore, hey hey hey.

Chorus:
Stay with the hopes that you and I have started to toy
We are entitled to see the way to finding a joy

Instrumental Chorus

Bridge:
Our hearts were made one shot, one kill
And we can keep that force of will
Give me back the heights I've found
Return me to a fertile ground

There was a night I saw a voice
It cut beyond our modern noise
And I heard, I could see what this could bring
I remembered everything
We can stay and find the cause
We can still refine the laws
Cause I know, this is how it used to ring
I remember everything, hey hey hey

Chorus
Chorus

Instrumental Chorus

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*Finally Happy (This Side Of Things)* (Lord)

Verse 1:
Standing near a Saturday
Looking for a place we've asked about
That began an altering
Close the floor - a new one opens out

Chorus:
There's a whisper on this side of things:
"It's finally here, it's finally happening."

Verse 2:
From the message comes a messenger
And you trace them from the point where they begin
There's a story in the steps you've made
It's there waiting and it's always been

Chorus:
Close the floor - a new one opens out
It's finally here, it's finally past a doubt
There's a whisper on this side of things:
"It's finally here, it's finally happening."

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*Future Shock* (Lord/M. Rogers)

The opposite is true and we accept it
Deposit what you knew and then expect it
She'll copy and she'll paste just like they taught her
Pace it and she pays you for the water
Billionaires, journalists, followers, overstock
Metaphors, multiples, narratives, future shock
Trauma after trauma after trauma after trauma
And a break from any worse could only follow with a comma
Propaganda, propaganda, propaganda, propaganda.

Chorus:
We're gonna flock to a future shock - gonna give it tonight, tonight.
We're gonna flame to a future shame - gonna live it tonight, tonight.

The arts could be replaced with the didactic
A DOS attack has been a tactic
The bad news you knew has now become worse
But you are still caught up in the first verse.
You have the excess, you need the access. So all I ask is: collect the taxes.
Excess access, Texas Taxes. Excess access, Texas Taxes.
Clone it, drone it, phone your opponent
Propaganda, propaganda, propaganda, propaganda.

Chorus:
We're gonna flock to a future shock - gonna give it tonight, tonight.
We're gonna flame to a future shame - gonna live it tonight, tonight.

future shock
n. A condition of distress and disorientation brought on by the inability to cope with rapid societal and technological change.

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*God* (Lord)

"God."








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*GOOD HEARTED MAN, BAD HEARTED MIND* (Lord)

Sometimes I'm not brave anymore
I get a tell-tale heart
And when I'm not brave anymore...

I am a very bad person and I don't like the man that I've become
I am the one they spit and curse on and I am marked by all that I have done,
oh no.

I am a bad, bad person and so this is a bad, bad world
All the days are turning into hours and all the boys are turning into girls,
oh no.

And I don't like what I've become
I do not like what I've become
I am the one they spit and curse on
And I don't like what I've become

I am a very bad person, now I have a fever and the chills
I've ruined everything inside of me that's good, it's time to find somebody else to kill,
oh no.

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*Half A Dozen Roses* (Lord)

I know that what I do is emptyness
I hear the things that people say
I am the driver and the passenger
I see the walls that block our way
And so these patterns start to show their threads
While we fill the vases with a laugh
You thought that nobody was noticing
But your whole life has been a half

Chorus:
Half a dozen roses could never be enough
They're everything here that is wrong.
Even to propose this is just the kind of thing
To show that we'll never belong.

Now twelve or more would seem to be alright
Even one would show some shame
But purgatory lands you in between
And you're wrong and loud about the same
Our middle class is causing all of this
The best and worst of where to start
I'm rich enough to be allowed inside
But I'm poor enough to fall apart

Chorus:
Half a dozen roses could never be enough
They're everything here that is wrong.
Even to propose this is just the kind of thing
To show that we'll never belong.

No, there has never been an empathy
Not in the face of cashing in:
The provincial soon returns again
To come and spoil the things we win
I see my efforts and their consequence
I see them even as they hide
Invisibility trumped ability
I've never failed if I've never tried.

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*HOMEBOY 2000* (Lord)

We got the songs that crash like bombs
With children running to their moms
It's like another Vietnam
And we know it's wrong. We know it's wrong.

We're killing Crips and killing Bloods
We got the plagues, we got the floods
And we do it just because
And we know it's wrong. We know it's wrong...

We're feeding chicken to the crows
For how much longer no one knows
We're standing on eleven toes
But it won't be long. It won't be long...

Police & Thieves
Complete Control
The Crooked Beat
The Prisoner

We're dropping names that no one's heard
And touching people 'till they're cured
We're taking seconds after thirds
And teaching children dirty words
We're feeding chicken to the crows
For how much longer no one knows
We're standing on eleven toes
But it won't be long. It won't be long...

We know it's wrong.

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*HYPERTONIC SUPERGLUE* (Lord)

Indonesian Jeremiah
Amputated Kangaroo
Helicopter Operator
Hypertonic Superglue

We were driving west on "80"
Heading to the South of France
I took off a day from work
She was taking off her pants

January Politician
California Dj vu
Artificial Drobinina
Hypertonic Superglue

We were driving west on "80"
When we hit that motorcar
Seven dead and seven bleeding
So we drove off fast and far

Indonesian Jeremiah
Amputated Kangaroo
Helicopter Operator
Hypertonic Superglue
Hypertonic Superglue
Hypertonic Superglue...

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*I DON'T CARE* (Lord/McLoughlin)

I used to care back when I was wrong
Back before I knew I had stayed too long
I used to care, I gave what I could
Now I realize that I misunderstood.

I don't care
I don't care
Now I can't - now I won't
I don't care

Now I'm tired, tired of the fight
I give up, I did what was right
Let me build my walls, let me lift my stone
Leave me with my fate, please leave me alone.

(chorus)

I want to care but that don't matter now
I would if I could but I am not allowed
I want to care, don't want to be this way
Things will all work out, I hope they do someday.

I don't care anymore

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*I DREAM OF JOHNNY (Stranded)* (Lord)

I work all day underneath the sun
Doing the things that must be done
And so I say, "what can I do?"
Now I don't know much about heaven and hell
Someday soon, only time will tell
So I guess for now I'm stranded in the middle with you.

In heaven they say they got the pearly gates
In hell they say you just have to wait
But here on earth I've got so much to do
Now the sky is up and the earth is down
People people all around
So I guess tonight I'm stranded in the middle with you

Oh I'm tired and weary
In a world so dim and dreary
Oh I'll be glad when my day is through
And I can go somewhere else with you

I work too hard just to pay the bills
'work too hard just have my fill
Doing the things that I was born to do
Now I don't know much geography
I just remember what the nuns they taught to me
But it seems to me I'm stranded in the middle with you

Oh I'm tired and weary
In a world so dim and dreary
Oh I'll be glad when my day is through
And I can go somewhere else with you.

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*I TOLD YOU (NOT TO HURT ME)* (Lord)

I, I told you not to do it.
I told you not to hurt me but you did
I told you and you knew it.
You've never listened to me
and I think I've had my fill
If you don't leave right now
I think I will.

And I, I think you better go now.
you better hurry up and go away
you're moving much too slow now.
I used to say I'm sorry
and I used to do my best
But I think it's time for you
to do the rest.

Oh, so long ago
I thought the love we had would always grow...

But I, I told you not to do it.
I told you not to hurt me but you did
I told you and you knew it.
The emptiness you give to me
is just too much to fill.
If you don't leave right now
I think I will.

Oh, and now I know
that you and I have nowhere left to go...

And I, I think you better go now.
You better hurry up and go away
you're moving much too slow now.
I used to cry, I used to cringe,
I used to break and bend.
But now I'm letting go
'cause it's the end.

I, I told you not to do it.

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*An Illness* (Lord)

I found out today that a co-worker has gotten an illness
I tried to ask questions but I didn't want to hurt her feelings
A lot of men would touch her but they wouldn't want to go to her funeral

We break each other down when the good times last forever
Maybe that's okay if we all didn't cling together
We are a forty story building that can only stand sunny weather

A working woman still needs a man
That is something that no one wants to understand
Ending alone isn't something she had planned

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*Indian Point?* (Lord)

Your art, your culture, and your government are dying languages
Prepare yourself for deeper undercuts and further anguishes
There is trouble and who knows what's been done?
Forty miles north and Montrose holds the one.

Indian Point is there in a shadow of distress
Forty miles from where forty million rest
Ignorance? Arrogance? Either way it takes no sense
Unneccesary rotting from within

chorus:
We don't know and they don't care
But that doesn't mean that it isn't there
You can see the things that they still ignore
But I'm not going to lose in someone else's war

We lost ourselves upon the nearest sun like a modern Icarus
But now there's something that was even worse, they've brought the sun to us
Won't somebody please save us from ourselves
When all this treason is falling from our shelves?

chorus:
We don't know and they don't care
But that doesn't mean that it isn't there
You can see the things that they still ignore
But I'm not going to lose in someone else's war

Your wings are melting, your culture's melting, your city's melting.

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*It Seems Obscene* (Lord)

Verse:
I'm overstretched - though I've just started
And I'm hungover in these thoughts
It's never flown before and it's too late for trying
This was the place that I forgot
I see the others play the same scene over
With words of magnitude they do not mean
I didn't even know to climb those heights
It almost seems obscene, it almost seems obscene.

Verse:
We weren't safe and it's not what was done
No allowance, no error
We could have carried any weight that you wanted
But we shut down and made it fairer
We've moved for years in other directions
And chose to store it into stone
You don't know how much we have hidden away
The strength has turned to bone, the strength has turned to bone.

Chorus:
Don't ask me for these feelings
Don't push where the fence is thin
Are you gonna keep this world from stealing?
Don't push and drive me deeper in
I've seen what real hope has brought and what it's done
And I've seen it crushed in steam
It's not so easy for everyone
It almost seems obscene, it almost seems obscene.

Chorus:
Don't ask me for these feelings
I wouldn't even know what I would see
They may not offer your revealings
Not everyone is free
Are you gonna take care of what you made of me?
Are you gonna keep the messes clean?
Are you gonna fix the disability?
Not everyone is free, not everyone is free.

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*Like Background Music* (Lord)

I: Art As Decoration
I am not here just to match your curtains
I'm not a sentence on your resume
I wasn't sent to try and supplement you
I'm not the busy work along your way
I'm the money where you see a wallet
Not these enemies you've made your friends
I'm not a monkey for your dinner party
And not the means to just another ends.

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to throw my diamonds on the ground
You build up your home to face the sunset you see
It doesn't turn the other way around.

II: Smart Is Dumb
Your sense of beauty has become your blemish
Your friends have now become your enemies
Your treasures occupy the dusty corners
They've brought you nothing anybody sees
When God Himself has now been sent away and
Our chain-of-being falls in broken hands:
What's the rest of us to compensate with
And how would anybody understand?

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to lose my diamonds in the the haze
For seventeen years I worked to write you this book
And you've forgotten it in seventeen days.

III: Not Porn Enough
Once I stopped to watch this midnight movie
This woman stopped to show us everything
But it was not enough to stay enamored
'Too much' was still not worth remembering
Reminded me of a politician
Who whored himself but not enough to win
He had 'something' but he wanted 'everything' so he got 'nothing'
I hope I haven't learned the same from him.

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to throw my diamonds to the sea
There isn't an honor in coming in last
When there's no honor in the victory.

Hey! I don't want! I don't want to be like... Hey! I don't want!

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*a love undiagnosed* (lord/m. rogers)

Your shoulders hurt, your fingers have withered away
Your movements fade, your circulation has strayed
It's not what you meant but now the damage is permanent
Oh you've lost what matters most
Oh it's a love undiagnosed

You atrophied, you've lost the skin from your toes
Your body feels the only symptom it knows
You didn't know but what you hide still has to show
Oh you waited for a ghost
Oh it's a love undiagnosed

you hid from what you couldn't have
but you hid too long
now all you have are just the scars

You used to think that we were able to fly
We lost that gift so you let the possible die:
To understand, to feel a touch from someone's hand
Oh and now it's done what it's supposed
Oh it's a love undiagnosed

(How did something so important get so pushed aside?)

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*MY HEART IS BEATEN* (Lord)

I am defeaten
My heart is beaten

I used to live in New York City
Like a child without a home
Now I live on hope and pity
And a need to be alone

I was raised to say, "I love you"
But we lost the battle and the war
I was born in 1990
I was dead by '94

I am defeaten
My heart is beaten

And I have fallen on my own weapon
And it is broken in my skin
I have fallen on my own weapon
I could not float, I could not swim

Misread, mistreaten
My heart is beaten

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*THE MOMENTS WE DON'T ALLOW* (Lord)

Want you to call me someone else's name
Show me your secrets until I do the same
Too much then so much more
Give me the moments we don't allow
I want it completely, I want it right now

I want you to be me so I can be you
And do all the things I want you to do
Give me unconciousness
I don't ask why and I don't ask how
I want it completely, I want it right now

'Cause I don't need (No I don't need)
My good intents
And I don't need (No I don't need)
My intelligence
And I don't need (No I don't need)
My empathy
And I don't need (No I don't need)
My 4th degree

I want you to let go and let them hear the noise
I want you to tell me about the other boys
Give me what's bad for me
Give me the moments we don't allow...

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*My Suicide Note* (Lord)

Verse I:
With the images instilled in me at a very early age
They began to build a list of intrusions that they'd wage
Pushed your need for discipline to split you up in two
Drained the juice and kept the pulp, ignoring what you knew
Bury you in sand and then desert you in that dust
Recovering the parts that were discussed
So as you stumble through your time and wonder what you've missed:
You were started on this path before you could resist

Bridge:
Today bleeds in from yesterday and you're waiting back in line
And all along you're in there chasing someone else's climb
They took away five days a week, next year they'll take them too
Preparing for the work they need from you

Verse II:
I would rather pour my water out onto the ground
Than let you drink from what I've earned that someone else has found
This is not an artifact, vestigial like love
It can be decided choosing 'none of the above'
I will start again to find the exit that I missed
And I will stop what I cannot resist
So if this is what you have for me from what I've had instead:
Then please, please, please, put a bullet in my head.

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*THE NAILS ARE GONE* (Lord)

They say
even more so today
All the good things have gone
while the bad seems to stay
And so
maybe more than they show
Good intentions won't change
the mistakes that will grow...

The nails are gone but the holes still remain
The ones that you love always remember their pain
You've given too much, too much to explain
The nails are gone but the holes still remain.

So you see
though you want it to be
The world doesn't spin
that easily
But hey
in your own special way
You can't change what you've done
'cause it's not yesterday...

The nails are gone but the holes still remain
You've cleaned up your mess but they can remember the stain
You've given too much, too much to explain
The nails are gone but the holes still remain.

The nails are gone but the holes still remain
The ones that you love always remember their pain
You've given too much, too much to explain
The nails are gone but the holes still remain.

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*NOT YOUR FRIEND* (Lord)

I'm the one who turned you into gold
a year ago
I'm the one who turned you into gold
a year ago
I was there before the new surprise
Before the show
I'm the one who turned you into gold
a year ago

I am not your friend

And I will be the one to sing your song
when it's time again
I will be the one to sing your song
when it's time again
Don't turn away from what you know
and don't pretend
I will be the one to sing your song
when it's time again

I am not your friend

Also yesterday, even on the way
You can't come back from where we've been
I'm your special one, even just begun
We are something more than lonely friends

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*Power* (Lord/M. Rogers)

It began by 4 o'clock
Across the block, across the state
We lost the calls, we lost the lights
Without our sight, we didn't wait
First it was our building
Then it was the street
Then it was the city
Then it went complete:

It was half the country

We began the walking down
A second time around, we'd done this before
We made it home, we could finally act
We could see the fact, that it was hardly war
People funneled traffic
Others got supplies
Restaurants offered water
That brought it to our eyes:

No one panicked

So we stayed, while the power failed
When the noise derailed, without distractions
We didn't hide, no more hypnosis
No weekend grosses, no blank reactions
We lived beyond the pulsing
Thoughts were let alone
We didn't break or enter
It's nothing so unknown:

We stared the grid down

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*The Possibilities* (Lord/M. Rogers/DiPaolo)

You saw a photo under water
You watched the image multiply
It pushed upon a transformation
It lit a mirror from the sky

The mirror shines and creates itself

You opened on the folding stairwells
To continue what was handed you
The walking was a conversation
The tunnel was a mirror too

The mirror shines and creates itself

The Mind is now a theater
A lightning of the object
It throws the shadows that it sees
You believe the candles
You believe the colors
You believe the Possibilities

So now the photo pools the water
And now you pour the water out
It started as an invitation
It shows it what it's all about

The water shines and creates itself

Every chance is open
The past is always shifting
Not a constant that you please
You believe the candles
You believe the colors
You believe the Possibilities

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*Prisoner To President* (Lord/M. Rogers)

This colony has gotten colonized again
We abdicated every day
Our parasites have now become our hosts
But there has been a different way

There's the man they called Mandela, Pimpernel
Sent away for being right
But the People brought him from this imprisonment
Brought him back to be their fight

Our dreams forgotten still can be restored
For the "bottom 99%"
Just like the man who turned it once before
From a prisoner to a president
From a prisoner to a president

How can we make it happen again?

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*PUNCTUATION MARKS* (Lord)

There isn't nothing anymore, there are no sparks
It's just another closing door, punctuation marks

Now I was only 17, just like you
And we were crying all the time 'til you withdrew

The song's forgotten and the story's almost gone
and yet the pain continues on...

There isn't nothing anymore, there are no sparks
It's just another closing door, punctuation marks

And so you punch and wait and punctuate and
you offer up your cute remarks
You puncture all the sparks that came too late and
you give your punctuation marks

We weren't talking by July, (Now it was gonna be this way)
we done by May (from the day you tried)
There was so much left to write, (You cut a flower from the vine)
with so much left to say (and the flower died)

We've always gotten what we want so the spell is done
But now the sentence that we wrote has just begun

There isn't nothing anymore, there are no sparks
It's just another closing door, punctuation marks...

(Change your world before it changes you, and crushes you and ruins you...)

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*Raging Bullshit* (Lord)

I've made a very bad mistake, worse than any government,
I'm writing love songs but the requiems got sent.
I've practiced every day at being someone else,
And I am the dumb one who keeps this from himself.

When you've been hiding yourself for such an infinite time
that you don't know what to do,
How can you find anyone
if they can't find you?

This equilibrium's the opposite of Truth
It's all a sideshow and there's junk at every booth
I've stayed inside this tiny box, the smallest box I could
Rewarded my bad deeds and punished all the good.

When you've been hiding yourself for such an infinite time
that you don't know what to do,
How can you find anyone
if they can't find you?

What am I, what am I doing wrong?

I've been lying, I've been coping,
I'm amazed at the maze in my mind.
I've never asked any questions of the people I want,
I'm afraid of the answers I'd find.

I've been quiet & cordial, clever and coy
I've started my sins of omission.
I've been limping along just enough to get by,
I've been waiting to ask for permission.

I've been starving myself, I've been holding it in,
I've been masking my mechanism.
I've been living in fear, I've been taking the punch,
I've been taming my priapism.

So all these years the things have added up
to find a form to fit.
All that I've given, all that I give
was raging bullshit.

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*Ruined I'd Rather Be* (Lord)

When I was eleven I knew it already:
Wisdom has nothing that money won't steal
Causes are cursed and it leaves it unsteady
Ask any doctor and see what they feel.

Spain conquered Egypt to get what it wanted
I'm not like that 'cause I'm waiting for more
But Spain travels now like a house that is haunted
And this wasn't what we were suffering toward.

"I'd rather be ruined by the good that I've done than ruined by the bad that I've done."

Scratching and scraping and pushing and sighing
Falling and leaning and trying to pass
Twisting and pulling and yelling and crying
Stretching and screaming and walking on glass.

"I'd rather be ruined by the good that I've done than ruined by the bad that I've done."

And this is not rhetorical...

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*See You There* (Lord)

Chorus
I can see the future in the corners of the past
And I know that I'll see you there
I can feel the questions when I look for what will last
And I push back the heavy glare:

The waves will spiral out to stop the pessimists
The artist's hand will fix what's lost
Their thoughts will radiate across the jaded class
Until the gains overwhelm the cost.

Chorus
I can see the future in the corners of the past
And I know that I'll see you there
I can feel the questions when I look for what will last
And I push back the heavy glare:

The lines will reconnect along a former path
The breathing in will breathe it out
The noise will be ignored and then replaced with calm
And the child will replace the doubt.

Chorus
I can see the future in the corners of the past
And I know that I'll see you there
I can feel the questions when I look for what will last
And I push back the heavy glare:

I'll see you there

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*A SUMMER'S RESOLUTION* (Lord)

I will never fade away
You won't damage me today
I will give until I'm done
Resolution.

Do not touch me, do not tame me, do not take my place
Do not try to paralyze me, do not show your face
I will not go gently to your shady, shallow grave
Come for me and this is what I'll say...

I will never fade away
You won't damage me today
I will give until I'm done
Resolution.

I'm free, I know what I need.
You can't abbreviate me
'cause I'm free...

Do not drown me, do not drain me, or crash me to the ground
Do not stain me, trap or train me, do not drag me down
I will rise above your sadness, I will find my way
I will rise above and I will say...

I will never fade away
You won't damage me today
I will live until I'm done
Resolution.

Shoot, shoot, shoot shoot to kill
(Do not chase me, track or trace me, do not fence me in)
Shoot, shoot, shoot shoot to kill
(Do not think you can replace me, you cannot begin.)
Shoot, shoot, shoot shoot to kill
(Do not blind me, do not find me, take away your pains)
Shoot, shoot, shoot shoot to kill
(Do not try to undermine me, take away your chains.)

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*There Are A Million Of Us* (Lord)

We will start again
We began from men
Though our pain is something blessed
There is so much unexpressed
We are there, already broken down

We know the Scar
Weve seen down that far
We will try whats still undone
Becoming fathers to our sons
We are a buried thought, alone in what weve found
A buried thought, alone in what weve found
And we are there, already broken down

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*Third Dimension Blues Part I* (Lord)

There was a new way of being, extended over time
Extended over time
But it was just beyond my sight
So you can take what I've given and push it all away
Push it all away
Because I never got it right.

So now I scratch at the spindles, repeat the missing climb
Repeat the missing climb
When I never got it right.

Chorus:
Because these fevers started deep
In my third dimension sleep
And I have stayed too inside these passing lies

I know, I know. I know, I know.
Sometimes I see the glimpses and it makes it worse
My own mind would betray me if it saw it first
I know, I know. I know, I know.

Chorus:
Because these fevers started deep
In my third dimension sleep
And the waves and shadows kept me in the tides

I could have seen the full infusion, past the intended fall
But I was starved into submission, distracted by a false wall
I never grabbed at what was out there, or stretched the laws I kept
I never stood beyond perception, outside what we accept.

Chorus:
Because these fevers started deep
And I always feel the same
And the chances seem to stop
And the chances seem to stop
Because these fevers started deep
In my third dimension sleep
And I always feel the same
In this third dimension frame
And the chances seem to stop
In this third dimension drop
I could've seen the distance just beyond my eyes.

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*A Thousand Years* (Lord)

I'm walking through my contradictions
to where my knowledge bends
I've gone beyond a scope
I comprehend.
I've seen the different sublimations
I've seen the fluid forms
But you must leave yourself
to keep these visions warm.

You'll know it in a different language,
in the different styles
A thousand years and a thousand miles.

The wrong questions made us claustrophobic
with half the spectrum drained
Old metaphors continued
unexplained.
Blank messages were too repeated
and pulled the ceilings near
The present called too loud
for us to hear.

But you'll feel it in a different knowledge,
in a little while
A thousand years and a thousand miles.

There are places with a second meaning,
other ways and times
Wider mirrors showing
deeper hills to climb.
There's another that has never seen this
but they'll know us well
Their horizons leave
an endless trail to tell.

And you'll hear it in a different feeling,
from the current trials
A thousand years and a thousand miles.

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*Unpolitic* (Lord)

It's all so organized
Beneath these secret lives
Was a truth and it's hidden under glass
One person understands
But just beyond our hands
Was a truth and it's hidden under glass
There used to be dreams
That were vivid
More than day was
Oh you could live it
Now the time's gone
To return there
To feel something
That we once bared
To go forwards once again

We saw the thoughts and chased the scents
Defined the words, returned the dents
Pushed it further off and it's hidden under glass
And now it's broken
Now it's broken
We pushed it further off and it's hidden under glass
You used to feel them
When you let them
You didn't drown them
Or forget them
So go out
And loose the binds
Look for beauty
Where it finds
To go forwards once again

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*Venezuelan Jennings* (Lord)

I'm born a man but I was raised a child.
My faith and hope's replaced with photographs.
I used the parking brake to steer me farther.
It's like the cat who's still allergic to cats.
I've bought you gifts using money you've lent me.
My actions all reduced to adjective.
My questions match my disappointed answers.
The things I have are all inherited.

My love and hate move in the same direction.
Sarcasm shields me in the places I fear.
My years of hope were lost in minutes of failure.
I have a lust I couldn't trust even here.
I'm a gypsy that has gotten nowhere.
My world's the one that's trapped beneath the floor.
I hid from me what I'm revealing to you.
This is a fun that isn't fun anymore.

Chorus:
I've never found a way to live this lifetime
I see that now from where you are
I've never fixed what I had broken
Like nobody washes a rental car.

My fantasies of life were pure until they,
until they came upon reality.
I believe in what the saints revealed us.
But I lack what causes serendipity.
Equality is just a celebration
of a silver medal no one wants.
If life is killing you from repetition
may death awake you with it's final taunts.

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*The Weather, The Woman Or The War* (Lord / M. Rogers)

It's 5 o'clock on Friday and I'm leaving work
But that's meaning little for me
There's nothing left for me to do but crawl it home
And send myself to sleep
It's snowing still in April and we're still inside
For once it isn't just because I'm poor
There's nothing going on this way for seven months
Was it the weather, the woman or the war?
The weather, the woman or the war?

She went away on February 17th
She's in Arkansas and I'm alone
Everyday we'd see each other everyday
Now it's only talking on the phone
Any one of these is really bad enough
It's even worse when there are three and four
I'm going home and I am going to stay asleep
Was it the weather, the woman or the war?
The weather, the woman, or the war?

Our government is rolling through the middle east
They've got to liberate the oil fields
They solved their crime but now they're causing seven more
See what they're planning yields
Now India wants Pakistan before they're told they can't
There's no reason not to anymore
Nothing's feeling very good inside my head
Was it the weather, the woman or the war?
The weather, the woman or the war?

(I wonder if Woodrow Wilson would want to wage war this way...)

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*We're Changing* (Lord)

I've been staring at the same screen
And saw the same words in the ones I just read
I pushed the page down to change the channel
And these same ideas were there instead.
There's been nothing out there that's not already in here
I see no contrast in it's variation
The words repeated could show a different meaning
Forgotten sounds could come undone.

Chorus:
So now we feel a narrative
In the language that we tried to live
From a deeper line - a deeper depth
It's moved beyond a laundry list
And we're changing in the path we missed
And we're changing in the thoughts we kept.

And I was staring at the circles
To a border of the frame we've stayed in
You can move them once you see them
They can fade out, they can fade in
So as we pull it through the measures
It moves again and the circles fall between:
The one has one, the two has two, the four has four, the eight has eight
And the three is seventeen.

Chorus:
And now we feel a narrative
In the language that we tried to live
From a deeper line - a deeper depth
It's moved beyond a laundry list
And we're changing in the path we missed
And we're changing in the thoughts we kept.

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*WOMAN GET ME A BEER, BEER GET ME A WOMAN* (Lord/Wilde)

he's voted almost every day now
and The Smiths win every time
he reads The Nation page to page now
even that can be a climb
he knows what's right - it doesn't take a modem
he's the Village Voice detective
he knows what consequences actions always bring
in his college introspective.

but ALL he wants is a t-shirt to say:

"woman get me a beer, beer get me a woman"

she spent a week in kosovo once
after Jennings, Tom, and Rather
taking time behind the war fronts
for the stories she could gather
perhaps a poet, perhaps a correspondent
she knows the myths in all she's seeing
she hears the music like an asian mob
with lyrics of a european

but ALL she wants is a t-shirt to say:

"woman get me a beer, beer get me a woman"

keep your populism off my pop music
keep your Karl Marx off my Richard Marx
this is my guilty pleasure
this is my guilty pleasure

woman get me a beer, beer get me a woman

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*YOU DON'T KISS ME ANYMORE* (Lord/D.Rogers)

You pull me into you like a drowning soul
And there you hold me close, there you lose control
But you don't kiss me anymore.

One night you said to me, "we will never part."
That's what you said to me, talking from the start
But you don't kiss me anymore.

Don't turn this wine back into water
Don't turn water into sand
It's time for you to wake up, you don't know what it's for
And you don't kiss me anymore
No you don't kiss me anymore, anymore, anymore...

Push and pull, yes and no
Let me in, let me go
I know that you don't mean to start this game
But it still hurts me just the same.

You're giving me bread when all I want is a stone. (Why don't you kiss me anymore?)
Do it again and leave it alone. (Why don't you kiss me anymore?)
Now I can't leave but you won't stay. (Why don't you kiss me anymore?)
Do you really want to live this way?
Why don't you kiss me anymore?

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*You Get So Uncomfortable When You're Uncomfortable* (Lord / M. Rogers)

Was mid-September in a London bar
We're at Artrocker for the Chinese Stars
Another country but a frequent face:
A crowd of people there to stand in place...
But something's different when the band goes on
We get permission to be something wrong
The singer's bringin' so I take his lead
Let go my shoulders let my muscles bleed.

He's strange and strangled and he's just a mess
So I get strange and I become a mess
He fucks with us and so I fuck with him
I'm asking questions and I start to spin...
But something's different that was not allowed
I'm now alone inside this London crowd
The people turn around to turn away
The singer doesn't have a song to say.

You get so, You get so,
You get so uncomfortable when you're uncomfortable
You think there's something wrong, I think it's wonderful
You're under broken glass, it's like you're wearing wool
So uncomfortable when you're uncomfortable

Permission granted now is something wrong
The band and crowd begin another song
They built me up and I believed their tales
Until this visit from the Queen of Wales...
They brought the spirits that were not to haunt
They saw a mirror that they didn't want
I am a monster from my master's hand
I am a monster that they never planned.

You get so, You get so,
You get so uncomfortable when you're uncomfortable
You think there's something wrong, I think it's wonderful
You're under broken glass, it's like you're wearing wool
So uncomfortable when you're uncomfortable

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