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Hot Water Music
Hot Water Music


Background information
Origin Gainesville, Florida, USA
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Post-Hardcore
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Epitaph Records
Doghouse Records
No Idea Records
Members
Jason Black
Chuck Ragan
Chris Wollard
George Rebelo



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Hot Water Music Album


No Division (1999)
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i've seen heroic falls busted lips from microphone brawls angelic songs sung by all within the hardback walls it never mattered who you were or where you worked it never mattered who you were or what you earned what mattered was what you gave and what you loved what mattered was what you gave and what was learned like one for all for one whatever turn of events may come we all live underground where it stays warm community with commin sounds we work together to break ground it doesnt matter who you are or where you work it doesnt matter who you are or what you earn what matters is what you give and what you love what matters is how you live and if you love


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let's electrocute send ourselves in constant airwaves ringing out from voice to ear to free ourselves from...there's an army charged, ready, armed to educate and demonstrate to the masses to the people left in the dark with blinders on not holding back to activate never holding back to activate a full-fledged pledge to eradicate with authorities that hold themselves higher a full-fledged pledge to liberate the minorities who only want their rights to save ourselves from those who demonstrate to the masses to the people left in the dark with blinders on not holding back to activate never holding back to activate in rebellion


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we've seen some real hard times and i hope the hardest are behind but there will be times when it will seem like we are caught someplace in between the ocean and the storm without a shore we'll find our own way home and sing out every song we know no one can keep us down and who gives a fuck what anybody says we'll live and love until we're dead holding on to what we've come to know and on and on and on and on and every time you hear this song be sure you are not alone


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(for Gary Lee) we couldnt help but cry when we were brought to life drug out by the cold slapped a few times to the rhythm of the flickering lights with tightly closed sore eyes we grow to either be or hate what's cold and what's when we learn to know to run don't follow and lead a life the best we know it's hard to find your way through the darkness and its hard to know what to believe but if you live by your heart and value the love you find when you have all you need to run don't follow lead a life the best we know let's talk about an independent stand let's talk about freeform thought it's not about living under command so don't get caught live your heart and never follow


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we can waste we can come and go we can act like we don't know about suffering and pain we can live our lives in shame for never helping anyone we know or don't but we need to recognize that we are dying if we live alone let's send our energy out with what we know and unify today because our freedom sits at the end of a gun we're all here getting beat up and held back we're all here digging knives from our backs we've all been betrayed because it's business not people it's always take and it is never give and that's not the way i want to live cause that's nothing but dying and we're nothing if we sell ourselves close your eyes never hear never cry for living an empty life


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we've been locked up and run right down been pushed aside for speaking out against ways of division set to hold us down to put us back in line when we step out but i'm not living under them when we could when we could rise above a culture that says we are better than worse than anyone that's not like us we'll sing our hearts in unity that we won't obey or follow hate we stand together we stand with no division and the ways of old will be swept away


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so i ask myself are we too far gone because ever since we put our hands on the mill we've been cutting strong blind to life and the consequences of taking life we're not jet set ready we're sinking with the ship that we built too quickly but we'll shift and reshift the blame to keep it off our conscience that we helped to build it so long to the simple song the balanced one that's long gone forgotten by more than some minds burned while young pioneers gone wrong who won't cease to live without oppressing life...and so long to the ways that we knew fit with the world that we lived in gracious world a forgiving world and show our thanks with industry open eyes can see while open mouths could speak to change or rearrange what should not be taken


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i've gotten the scars to remind me i've watched the clocks go around i've walked myself through some days that have put me where i am in another time in another place all things might have been in place but for now i'm finding myself up here standing on a rooftop screaming hey world are you listening are you listening to me i'm here and i'm hurting so begin again it's another time it's another place and we are making more old days but for now i'm finding myself out here and i'm hurting to begin again hey world i'm ready to listen and learn something new i'm here and i'm willing to get myself through


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...and the old days how did anyone make it through them that way we fought it all all the problems that we saw but we couldn't see straight...and for all the nights i missed because the whiskey stole them away we'd still wake up we'd still step up and defend what we could with clouded heads we'd turn around to knock each other down to help each other up eyes half shut with out-stretched arms...we had times where we sure lived liek we could never die we stood strong against those that would knock us out but we've all been down...and for all the friends i miss that aren't with me here today we still wake up after we dream of the days and the nights we found ourselves wrecked...we still wake up after we dream of the day we find ourselves free although blind at times we see never forgot to mention intent dissension will to be free we'll never be pulled down we won't be pulled down


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i know the sink and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me" and i know what it's like to want to end it all driving home between the lines in the road i swear that i've been through this before when nothing makes much sense except for doing yourself in razor blades are hard to hold when we're hit in the heart with problems that won't shift it's hard to admit that we're afraid when we're hit in the head with unanswered questions that repeat "how could i ever live after this day" we can take the hits and grow tougher collect ourselves to live longer and find there is no need to be afraid because we all have more to offer when we struggle to cope with whatever it takes to make the says we all have what it takes to make it home


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we'll show our gratitude in song to the insirpations we have known that helped put us on our feet when we felt incomplete and could not carry on when we chose to walk alone and strangthen ourselves and our homes just searching for our souls to find taht we were never alone music regulates the breath while rhythm regulates the head steady with a constant beat on a roll simply reminding us of what we know how love shapes and secures the heart while truth can't help but to do the rest i love the independent songs because i can relate and i respect what you live to create and i admire every determined stray from a sterile life survival with give and take exchanging for better ways survival through give and take exchanging for more simple ways that move us through the breakdowns


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