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Thathorates
02:02
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A churning, sweaty room in this broken town
The kids are swinging from the rafters, the band's burning the place down
A gallery of sonic art, a place where the sound of our laughter's only matched by the guitars
You're welcome here, at our open house, the community suite
Now come in off the street
They came to shut it down, they came to scoff
They came with fingers in their ears, that seems to be part of their jobs
What they don't see, what they don't know, is that our music makes a family and we are already home
Thathorates have no respect for our own good
This is our place to sing, dance and create a life, a life worth living
Either here or on the streets
This is the only place to be breathe the air that's free from Thathorates
Our space
They haven't tried to understand
Thathorates can't evict our hearts
Though they can try to bar our doors
We'll take it back...we'll find a way
Shut down, build it back up
This is our urgency
Forced out, breakin' back in
State of emergency
We've got to give it life each time they shut it down because I'm tired of saying there's nothing to do in this town
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Charles
02:32
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Charles holds his picture up to show
"Excuse me did I do this wrong?"
Tugging at my pantleg
I tell him there's no wrong in art
He frowns and squints in disbelief
Answer: Unsatisfactory
Always asking me for the right and wrong
Charles wants to know how to sing the songs
How to sing along
Can I make him love his own melodies?
Children scattered 'round the classroom floor
Like blank pages on tablecloths
I tried to sing them all to sleep
Charles at my chair, he can't lay down
Too excited to be alive
And he wants some answers out of me
A blank sheet of paper and the crayons clutched tightly in our hands
This is what we dream
This is what we dream
Wipe the slate clean
Now let's begin
Used to thing I could save the world (Scrubbing the paint from my fingers)
With a sign and my fist up in the air (Stains bled from a child's psyche)
Now the blank page is in front of me (Mixes like blood into water)
And the task has me so fuckin' scared (Secretly, as if someone's watching)
Regurgitate like a machine?
I strive for more than leading sheep
Scribbling wildly on their futures
How did I become the teacher?
I'm struggling hard not to return
To teachings I've tried to unlearn
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Consumer Confidence
02:11
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Don't tell me I'm imprisoned
Don't tell me this ain't heaven
Gaze up at that billboard, she's staring down at me
Product X in her hands
Yes this is the thing that I need
I'll get this, I'll get her, yes with this she can't resist me
We'll make love, 'cause I have Product X which I bought with the cash I make working at my shitty job just to make cash to buy Product X's like that
A smile on my face and my hands to the sky
'Cause I just cut a deal that will free me for life
I tattooed the Product X logo upon my forehead now my days of working are long gone
They pay me just to walk around
I can't wear a hat, I'm contractually bound
To bring up Product X to everyone I see
But I still have my dignity you can't take that away from me
'Cause my paycheck is fat just for sportin' some ink
And I spend the cash to score the trash I see advertised on my friends' foreheads
My face in my hands, my tears fall at my feet
Product X went bankrupt, now my head's obsolete
But a promising meeting with the tattoo guy
Has me planning to alter it to Product Y
This tattoo's my salvation
I'm free now can't you see that?
I'm free
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Captain Turnaround
04:03
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Nowhere. That's my new name since I left town
Freeways. Kinda glad the road map flew out of the window
Driftwood. Too serious about destination
Jukebox. Who in their right minds would let someone else pick the songs to the soundtrack of their lives?
I was never really into radio
I stopped taking requests a long time ago
But I work hard to do more than tread water
Who wrote this script because it's making me barf
Not even starving actors take these parts
Rewind. The function my life is most lacking
Streamlined. Smoothed out by the sandy wear of expectation
Flagpole. It's gonna fly the quilt I'm sewing out of questions
Dance steps. Who in their right minds would let someone else choreograph the way they move their feet?
I was never very big on discipline
Cutting all these anchor ropes might take all day
But I try to do more than just tread water
Who wrote this script? It's pathetic
See how they react when we reject it
We can say "no more prisons" yet we hide in our own
Built on our fear of the unknown
There's only one thing we can do
Make a jailbreak
Yellow blinking lights at State and Stewart streets
Symbolism's boots kicking me squarely in the teeth
Like my nightmares where the porcelain crumbles, leaving me with fangs
Not a monster, but a freak, a freak who feels the shame
Of rooting for "perfection," of rescinding my choice
What's a million dollar smile if it can't emit your voice?
But like a strobe light at a nightclub, like stinging tear gas taking toll
Like the reek of rotting garbage, I'm learning to take control
So turn that down, stop humming along
Today we're singing an unfamiliar song
And don't worry how far we've allowed ourselves to be misled
I think I see a U-Turn up ahead
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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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