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Serious as a heart attack! Makes me feel this way...
No device to measure, no word can define.
I mean what I'm trying to say is how can I express – let alone possess?
Serious as a heart attack! Makes me feel this way...
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As the revolution cries “The time is near!”,
I could feel my bones, I could see with my eyes.
Can't avoid it, can't agree.
As the revolution cries “The time is near!”,
Senses loose in knots... my logic is my style.
Can't avoid it, must make a stand.
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Let's say I got a number -- that number's fifty thousand.
That's ten percent of five hundred thousand.
Oh, here we are in French Indochina!
Executive order, congressional decision.
The working masses are manipulated.
Was this our policy? Ten long years...
Not one domino shall fall.
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I don't want to hurt.
See, my position was here.
I mean, as it was, I was...
So, this led to the downfall of man.
I can make seconds feel hours.
I make certain that my head is connected to my body.
No hope? See, that's what gives me guts.
Big fucking shit! Right now, man.
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On the back of a winged horse, through the sky of pearly grey.
Love is leaf-like... you and me, baby.
Twinkle, twinkle, blah, blah, blah, etc.
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Caught by a camera taken at shutter speed, my neck's in a knot, two beads at the end.
Bolt cutters close, my head rolls again -- trapped in your snare, voices fly at me.
Snap like a tiger, strikes like a snake -- feel like a poker in someone's fireplace.
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A word war will set off the keg. My words are war.
Should a word have two meanings? What the fuck for?
Should words serve the truth?
I stand for language. I speak for truth. I shout for history.
I am a cesspool for all the shit to run down in...
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Who'll take the salt from the mines?
Who'll take the dirt from the earth?
Who'll take the leaf and grow it to a tree?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.
Who'll work the fields with his hands?
Who'll put his back to the plow?
Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.
Don't look now, someone's done your starving.
Don't look now, someone's done your praying.
Who'll make the shoes for your feet?
Who'll make the clothes that you wear?
Who'll take the promise that you don't gotta keep?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.
Who'll take the promise that you don't gotta keep?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.
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Let the products sell themselves.
Fuck advertising, commercial psychology,
Psychological methods to sell should be destroyed.
Because of their own blind involvement in their own conditioned minds...
The unit bonded together... morals, ideals, awareness, progress...
Let yourself be heard!
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The boundary, the border of right and wrong,
The tariff is self, the freedom of feeling the criminal.
The pied piper, the heart and mind...
The pied piper, the heart and mind...
Nature without man, nature without man...
Nature without man, nature without man...
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Who can be romantic to Mike Watt? He's only a skeleton.
His body is a series of points with no height, length, or width.
In his joints, he feels life.. his strongest connection.
Between the yelling and the sleep... pain is the toughest riddle.
He's chalk
He's a dartboard!
His sex is disease!
He's a stop sign!
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List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting?
Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power...
Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage.
Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous.
I must look like a dork.
Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis,
With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps.
If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos.
So dig this big crux.
Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point.
Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look!
Coming together, for just a second, a peek.
A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big.
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As I look over this beautiful land, I can't help but realize that I am alone.
Why am I able to waste my energy to notice life being so beautiful?
Maybe partying will help...
And what of the people who don't have what I ain't got?
Are they victims of my leisure?
To fail is to be a victim, to be a victim of my choice.
Maybe partying will help...
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No. 7 on the chump list, playing stooge, eatin' shit -- toadies, toadies.
Using that as a reason for kickin' shit on the dumb fucks -- toadies, toadies.
We are cuss-words, nearly illiterate, dedicated to fightin' toadies -- toadies, toadies.
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Real things conditioning will lose their meaning.
The toilet starts flushing; sets me off again.
But I am a thorn, I read it in your face.
The cough's a thunderclap, my head's a tape recorder.
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A richer understanding of what's already understood,
No meanings from the here and now.
What gift could be a work of art?
Can you call it the big foist?
I'm fuckin' overwhelmed!
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In a tomb of Enoch, in the queen's chambers,
She lives, guarding that holy cubit.
God-given accuracy, measuring untold prophecy.
How she loved that sacred inch...
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The people will survive in their environment.
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness of our South.
The injustice of our greed, the practice we inherit.
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness of our South.
There on the beach, I could see it in her eyes.
I only had a Corona, five-cent deposit.
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Starting with the affirmation of man
I work myself backwards using cynicism
(the time monitor, the space measurer)
I live sweat but I dream light years,
I am the tide - the rise and the fall
the reality soldier, the laugh child,
the one of the many, the flame child
(the time monitor, the space measurer)
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Hope we can rely on you not to use shower...
You're not keeping tub caulked.
Caused both downstairs bath ceilings and walls to be soggy.
Tub has to properly caulked prior to any shower.
Walls are drenched -- I'll refer plumber here.
Had to pay for two service calls.
Water drips from all around.
Kathy's ceiling, my ceiling.
Don't use shower... don't use shower...
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And so my soul collapsed into a big guilt wad
Some big thunder law forces me to eat shit
And if I was a word could my letters number a hundred?
More likely coarse and guttural one syllable anglo saxon
I'm a victim of fact let's say I loved a girl
But the world was wrong and I was forced to march in line
But it felt like handcuffs
Machines disregard my pronouns
I am defeated
I am a cool damp clay
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Our band could be your life
Real names'd be proof
Me and Mike Watt, we played for years
Punk rock changed our lives.
We learned punk rock in Hollywood
Drove up from Pedro
We were fucking corndogs
We'd go drink and pogo
Mr. Narrator,
This is Bob Dylan to me
My story could be his songs
I'm his soldier child
Our band is scientist rock
But I was E. Bloom, Richard Hell,
Joe Strummer and John Doe
Me and Mike Watt, playing guitar
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Soft and understanding eyes of the young
Moving with abandon atop the green lawns
Malleable as luck allows faking all the ties
Forced out in time
These expressions met
Improvised inventions
Lost in the way
Absolute the course
Which instinct betrays
Grinding in reversal
Outdo til done
Proper naked self
Solutions surround
In brightness be it real
Blinded and free
Pastel gems hit
Pearlesque in flaw
Spark of the instant
Challenging the time
View the observer's
Plagiarizing hands
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Force fed
Sifted
Tin can
Pull handle
Puppet
Pull toys
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Has it been 40 years?
Still a hostage
New kind of fascist
There in West Germany
The people are battlefields
East and west
The lines are drawn
How are you to live?
Fear of death is so close
Crimes on our heads
Are we ignorant, blind?
Afraid to swallow our pride
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Man's law
Man creates Hitler
From the grassroots
To the UN
A year a minute
Man setting watches
On/off Hitlers
Time dictates order
We must be schizo
To brave the bullshit!
We're time Nazis
We strip out tunes
We jam econo
It makes us stench
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All these men who work the land
Should evaluate themselves and make a stand
Can't they see beyond the rhetoric?
The lies and promises that don't mean shit
And all the men who learned to hate them
And all the men who learned to hate them
They keep themselves hidden away
They keep themselves upon the hill
Afraid that they'll have to pay
For all the crimes upon their head
And all the men who learned to hate them
And all the men who learned to hate them
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Just wake up
And tug my hair
And let me know
All of the outside world and you are there
And never be too gentle with me
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The interruption went
Small snag in life
Pothole in the road
It's only a detour
A minor deterrent
That can't unload
My examination
Parts a to b
There is no cause
No cause at all
For my hesitation
Nothing indeed
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How can I
Make an outline of myself
Wheres the guidelines?
For the profiles
For my country
How do others see me?
I'm worried
Worried but I feel guilty
The media
Robs and betrays us
No more lies
We are responsible
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Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect
For a man who presides over me
The principles of his creed
Punch in, punch out
Eight hours, five days
Sweat, pain and agony
On Friday I'll get paid
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
Hey mister don't look down on me
For what I believe
I got my bills and the rent
I should be content
But our land isn't free
So I'll work my youth away
In the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
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A clear and dusty day in June
My stoned mind just spilled that line
Describing, what's it like, describing?
Believing that the sum is "yes"
Looking around at all my comrades
My police state mind just spilled that line
I want to give names to our bonds
I need names to play the game
But what makes my heart run?
Why the thunder in my thighs?
My body
My mind
The idea of my life
Seems like a symbol
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The western hemisphere and all inside
We know who's murdering the innocent
They are children playing with guns
They are children playing with countries
Mining harbors, creating contras
The games they play, the lives they take
They bank their money in this country
They steal from the innocent
A colonial trait that's much too old
The banks, the lives, the profits, the lies
The banks, the profits, the lives & the lies
I would call it genocide
Any other word would be a lie.
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I had a girl
She loved what she saw
She loved me so good
She made her daddy mad
My woman cried
She's dead to me now
My woman ran off
And I can't deny it
My life - Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
I had a job
It paid me good
I could have my phone
And tip the preacher too
My boss yelled
He's dead to me now
My boss kicked me out
And I can't deny it
My life - Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
You better listen to me
'Cause I'm gonna tell you, son
Don't give away your love
And don't give away your sweat
Because a girl can't know you
And a boss can't afford you
Remember
Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
Remember
Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
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If I could, I surely would
Give my life to you
So you can have two
Take me in your arms and lie to me.
You tell me it's always going
To be like this
The world is the coldest place,
Surely the coldest place.
There's a storm inside my house,
Raging and relentless,
Wind tearing at the rafters,
Howling through the timbers.
Hard stinging rain,
Falling in and falling down,
Hope this storm doesn't rip my roof off,
My skin keeps the storm inside.
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What you makin', man
Takes time
A little bit
A little bit more
The effort's worth it
Feels good
Designed
By me
Try and try
That's the way you want it
If you know
That ain't the way it always goes
A little bit
A little bit more
What you makin', man
Takes time
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Well I been to the edge
And there I stood and looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there
I got no time to fuck around
Fuck you!
Hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey!
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It don't seem right
Well I been strung out here all night
I'm waiting for the taste you said you'd bring to me
Biscayne Bay
Where the Cuban children
Sleep all day
I'm searching for the song
You used to sing to me
Katy lies
You can see it in her eyes
Imagine my surprise
When I saw you
Are you with me Dr. Wu
Or are you really just a shadow of the man that I once knew?
Are you crazy?
Are you high?
Are you just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, doctor?
Can you hear me, doctor?
Are you with me, doctor?
Can you hear me, doctor?
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The highest love, a woman's touch
Harmony, a strong mind, a strong body, beauty, all the things
He couldn't be, all
The things he couldn't have.
Little man with a gun in his hand
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The state
The church
The plans
The waste
The dead
The mine
The cut
What's the verb behind it all?
The do
The how
Thy why
The where
The when
The what
Can these words refine that truth?
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