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Waiting for the Echoes

by De La Hoya

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Pope Urban spoke, obedient sheep agreed Their swords spilled blood, dripping hypocrisy Christ said to turn the other cheek, so they twisted their eyes away From the Islam dead, I bet god was so ashamed Crusades against free thought, they killed off all non-Christians in god’s name Missions accomplished: purified, converted the world to one faith How can you fight, when you don’t know the truth? The world is wrong, and your church is right, it’s always been that way From Inquisition to the American political stage You use the Bible as justification To oppress women and gays And kill heathens throughout time Don’t you think 2000 years is long enough for god to change his mind? How can you fight, can’t you leave our minds alone? Will religion ever learn from its bloody mistakes? They still fight holy wars Thought loving one another was the way into heaven’s doors How can you fight?
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Twenty minutes to make a connecting flight through Brussels back to the States Stuck in the back of the passport control line a sudden breeding ground for nationalist hate The American contingent was calling out for blood Saying, “Those Africans are holding this up, where’s the line for us?” I should’ve could’ve would’ve told them all to go to hell...but... Not wanting to miss my plane, I hopped onto their wagon train Waving our blue books like American flags More concerned with making my flight than speaking up for what was right I joined the Americentric crowd I couldn’t defend Maternal figure stared and sighed as the Ami’s muscled into line And she cast me a disparaging glance Humbled by our foreign exchange, her eyes said to me: “Son, you’re no revolutionary” I couldn’t defend No, not that day The piece of land where you were made doesn’t mean you deserve to be paid some extra respect from the rest of the world That passport clutched tight in your hand doesn’t make you more of a man So don’t bother getting your flag unfurled We’re obligated to defend ‘gainst nationalist racism When it rears its ugly head In Brussels, it was 4th and 10 and I dropped the ball once again But now I’m on defense (Why don’t you give up your pride? Just give it up)
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I, the drifter, wandered through the marketplace When the Queen’s royal procession passed on through the land The bourgeois paused when she looked upon my face And she took my hand Now I know I shouldn’t fuck with royalty I’ll just stay in the peasant class, that’s fine with me I’ll find some way to shut my heart down and live peacefully I used to crown her queen of the world in my mind But for some reason I never became the king Just some old jester who performs for scraps and rinds It didn’t get me a thing What a waste to spend my time in that queen’s court I’ve been replaced by another jester, that’s for sure I’ll just stomp on her tiara and I’ll smash it up Now I know I shouldn’t fuck with royalty I’ll just stay in the peasant class, that’s fine with me I’ll find some way to shut my heart down and live peacefully
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“If it gets you anything, it’s nothing And what’s there will leave in time” Go away “The time and effort that you put in is just part of your life wasted” I long to forget these words and do what I want to do I will not forgo my dreams and what they mean to me “There’s no living where you’re going You’ll just die a quicker death This is not the life we intended for you” Then what was it? “Or anyone sensible, responsible” Do I have to, too? I long to forget these words and do what I want to do I’ll get there all on my own because you’ve never been there So fuck you two So fuck you, too I hope that you understand that I’ll never follow your plan
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Braced against the trench Hand clutches the wound Crimson flows over fingers Last breath is consumed And he joins a million more But he fights for the other team, so who cares? Fighting overseas “NewsTV” It’s a shooting spree Why do we wonder how (we got burned) Our kids ever learned to kill? We’ve heard the Pope apologize But he won’t bring back all those lives He’s just a figurehead Politicians aren’t known to resurrect Wait...’til the undropped nukes all rust And the casualties are dust Will the vets be proud of every fired round? Probably Nice work boys, this next round’s on me And the bombs come raining down
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My words always lose their meaning ‘cause I talk to much Hers were always too profound ‘cause silence was her crutch “Don’t worry,” she said, “life is too short and you’re too serious” (12 hours) I will always be half-hearted just because she’s not what I can’t have If I told the whole truth now, it would ruin everything I ever said One more half-lie to justify, I’ll twist the truth until I’m dead And we fell through the threshold last night One day closer to dying and one more old man here to say, “Don’t waste your life away” (Don’t waste your life away) I looked back with such disdain at 20 years gone down the drain (Wasting my life away, now wake up, now wake up) Two decades of arrogance drowned out my newfound impetus Every day I treaded life, she got swept up in my tide (Wasting my life away, now wake up or die off) How do I apologize for ruining our lives?
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Much to my dismay, sipping 5 dollar lattes at the Starsucks where we meet Your demeanor’s cold as ice, but you’re twice as nice when you hear your cell phone ring A ringy-dingy-ding, ding-ding-ding-diddle- ling-ding-ding Some bastardized version of some classical song pumping out of your cell with a digitized bell And you smile and hum along You press “okay,” you talk for days You’re a social catastrophe If I’m in the mood for solitude, I’ll just plan to meet you for coffee All we wanted as boys, out of all our broken toys Was two walkie-talkies that really worked well And I have no doubts that Jimmy’s tree house would’ve been captured if we just had cells But what helps communicate back when we were 8 is now what tears us far apart You’re not talking covert ops, nor robbers and cops And this sure as hell ain’t my backyard You press “okay,” you talk for days You’re totally that guy Your cell phone is just a fetish for fear that your social life will die So don’t call me on your cell phone I wouldn’t want you to miss another call because of me No don’t call me before 8 PM You’re gonna need those anytime minutes for the next time that you’re hanging out with me For your uniform you’ll need a clunky plastic beeping earring And try this nifty hands-free headset It goes so well with your total lack of respect So don’t call me on your cell phone I don’t want you to get a brain tumor just for lil’ ol’ me And don’t ask me to untie you ‘Cause kid, I think you need a little time away from that fuckin’ thing ‘Cause kid, I think you need a little time away from that fucking thing
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The Cadet 02:05
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The Epic 02:41
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Compilation album of early and unreleased De La Hoya tracks.

Tracks 1-4 from Demo '98 cassette tape.
Tracks 5-6 unreleased acoustic versions.
Tracks 7-8 hidden tracks from Wipe the Slate Clean...Now Let's Begin.
Tracks 9-10 from First Demo, unreleased.
Track 11 from Second Demo, unreleased.
Track 12 live recording from first show in NYC, 1998.
Track 13 live recording from Ithaca, NY, 1999.
Track 14-15 live recordings from Olean, NY, 2001.

Mastered by Bill Henderson @ Azimuth Mastering
Artwork and Layout by Ed Adams @ EdAdams.com

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released November 5, 2021

Recording credits, line-ups, and lyrics listed in individual song links.

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NYC Punk / Hardcore band. 1998 - 2002 and again briefly in 2008.

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