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Union Square
03:08
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I wandered through the maze of Montreal’s forgotten days just trying to shake the news
Crumbling pavilions of the Expo ‘67 couldn’t lift my sullen mood
While back at home the city sirens blared
And the country showed us just how much they cared
Their signs read “We Are All NY”
Meanwhile they beat the drums for war
If they were all NY, they wouldn’t be so brash
No, they wouldn’t beg for blood and hang us from their flagpoles They’d be in Union Square, needing answers, asking questions
They’d feel it in the air and they wouldn’t want this vengeance
Don’t tell me we’re the same
On the border crossing home the driver warned that the patrol would pick us all apart
Before they checked my bag, I unpinned the upside-down flag to slip past their radar
And I whispered quietly to myself, “This is how it starts”
So tap my phones and read my mail and say, “It’s just in case”
So point a gun at my head and say it makes me safe
The granite stairs of Union Square flowed over with despair
The vigils and the rants, the prayers and patriotic chants
But not a soul called out for war
We didn’t want this war
If you were all NY, you wouldn’t be such assholes
You wouldn’t beg for blood and hang us from your flagpoles
You’d be in Union Square, needing answers, asking questions
You’d feel it in the air that we won’t stand for this vengeance
We didn’t ask for war
We didn’t want a war
We didn’t want a war, we didn’t want this vengeance
We didn’t want a war, we didn’t want this bloodshed
Not in our fucking name
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All of the Blame
02:05
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She’s getting the itch, yeah she’s ready to go
She’s plotting a big escape
She’s rounding up friends and they’re hitting the road and they’ll drive and drive for days
But she knows it’s getting warmer every day
And she knows the skies get darker every day
He’s got a new job and he makes a good wage
He’s driving an SUV
He’s getting a three bedroom home for himself
And a new flatscreen TV
But he knows the seas are rising, rising
He knows the ice is melting, the fields have all been paved
But he still keeps buying, buying buying
It’s how he was brought up, so this is how he stays
The West has screwed us all with entitlement
If we’re so damn evolved, how did we make this hell?
We’re consuming ourselves
I’m ready to explode, I want the open road
But I don’t want, I don’t want the blame
We cannot just survive, we want the good life
But we don’t want, we don’t want the blame
And we know it’s getting hotter every day
Let’s hope our kids won’t feel too betrayed
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Addiction and a Half
01:57
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He kicks the stones and vaults his way into another hopeless game
He’s taken notes, been awarded points but knows it all will end the same
Into their eyes he stared and so they thought he was guilty
“Do what you love, do what you like, but don’t do it for free”
Our time was spent in expensive ways of the careless days gone by
A memory’s now valued less than a 20-hour drive
(Tonight)
Into their eyes we stare and so they know we are guilty
(We bleed)
Do what you love, do what you like, but don’t do it for me
It’s always haunted us
(I swear, we said we did it ‘cause it’s fun but it goes too far) It’s always lurking in the night
I feel it coming up
(Is all I have to show for it is debt and the time I’ve lost?)
I never had the control at any time
We’re going out again, we’re going out again
Obsessive freaking out
Just one more time for this
There’s always more room than the risk
Standing in the dark, trying to light my way with it
Always looking out, never quite on top of it
I’m starting to believe, what they all say to me
(Where do I go now? I think you have the answers)
So sing that song again
(It’s always haunted us, It’s always lurking in the night)
I swear, we said we do it ‘cause it’s fun but then it goes too far
(I feel it coming up, I never had the control at any time)
I guess it’s just addiction and a half we live our lives in the dark
In the dark
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We were the orphans of suburban slums
Raised by retail clerks and food court bums
Our parents were away under fluorescent suns to give us what they never had
We were the children of the broken glass, where the parking lots yield to yellow grass
We lodged our broomsticks in the pavement cracks and we flew our scarlet flags
And we wrapped rebellion’s arms around our waists
And we held our hearts out for the world to taste
And injustice was meant for our hands to erase
And you know we had a lot of work to do
We are the siblings of an endless war, which our elders wage on distant shores
We whined and kicked and screamed upon the kitchen floor and we threatened to run away
We are the children of the hourglass, our ambitions fell like grains of sand
We waited for the echoes of our protest chants so we could hear our own decay
We sang through riot barricades
And our voices bled, they bled onto the tape
We can hear it when those records play
And we know it’s the sound of our own decay
It’s the sound of our decay
And we pulled rebellion’s arms from round our waists
And we hid our hearts to shield them from disgrace
And injustice laughed aloud and rubbed it in our face
So you know we’ve got a lot of work to do
We’ve got a lot of work to do
We are the children of the broken glass, we lived hard and fast
We are the children of the hourglass and the time has passed
This is the sound of our decay
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De La Hoya Brooklyn, New York
NYC Punk / Hardcore band. 1998 - 2002 and again briefly in 2008.
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