1. |
Once Upon an End-Time
02:17
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Once upon an end-time, songs,
Were written all the same...
Though they vary every pitch,
The end betrays their aims...
Glitter gleams and never leaves,
For those who most ad-here...
Dance and dream all born to lead,
For messages, ya beg to hear...
Once upon an end-time, songs,
Were written by ma-chines...
Dance in algorithmic webs,
Of syncopated grief...
Love and hate, they're alternating,
In vapid reverie...
Calls of want, they crave response,
To desperate unmet needs...
Once upon an end-time, songs,
Made montage-worthy claims...
Journeying their noble cause,
Of legacy in fame...
All the world a cyber-staging,
Pretend in play belief...
Art creates life imitating,
But nothing quite like me...
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2. |
Hard Times (in Hardwick)
05:09
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Oh, damn these
Hard times in Hardwick
Gotta' sober up for work
Breakfast in a thermos
Last night’s dinner on my shirt
If I could get my shit together
Well life could be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
I can’t call to let my boss do her whole "screaming thing"
Can’t find a signal, guess she’ll find out when I’m late
I wonder what she does back home, when, each day is through
Well, she prob'ly drinks, and, plans how I'll quit too
Chorus
Well I'm searching for a reason
Or something I have learned
Hunting for a shit to give
To the dumpster as it burns
But if it’s any consolation
In the smoke, and through the flames
Well, boss, you get a great view as I walk away
Chorus
.......
Chorus
I got that winter chill, in Gilbertville
Gotta' sober up for work
Breakfast in a thermos
And fireball on my shirt
If I could get my shit together
Well life could be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
Had me a rough night in Wheelwright
I gotta' sober up for work
Breakfast in a thermos
And bongwater on my shirt
If I could get my shit together
Well life could be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
I’m just a hot mess here in Old Furnace
I gotta' sober up for work
Shotgun by my bedside
Smell of moonshine on my shirt
If I could get my shit together
Well life could be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
.....
Goddamn these
Hard times in Hardwick
I gotta' sober up for work
Breakfast in a thermos
Once a person in this shirt
If I could get my shit together
Well life could be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
If I could get my shit together
Well YOUR life could be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
If I could get my shit together
Well those lies would be just fine
I wonder how
But then I wonder why
I wonder how, but then I wonder why....
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3. |
In the Wreckage
03:58
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Oh if I die...
In the middle of this lonely night...
In the middle of this lonely night...
That would be alright...
Oh, the hearts you broke
Still have to beat
And through the cracks
We're gonna bleed
And if it heals
Or if it flows
Well, heaven only knows
Bur if I die...
In the middle of this lonely night...
In the middle of this lonely night...
That would be alright...
And if I die...
In the middle of this lonesome night...
When you didn't even say goodbye...
That would be just fine...
In passages left incomplete
lie fragments of that shattered dream
And I confess
I may obsess
I just can't let ya go
In the wreckage you can find
Those remnants of a wretched mind that
Used to love tomorrow
What comes tomorrow?
Worse than any fool you came to cheat
Or longing rube that made believe
The liar that you made of me
Still cant believe you're gone
Oh if I die...
In the middle of this lonely night...
In the middle of this lonely night...
That would be alright...
And if I die...
In the middle of this lonesome night...
When you didn't even say goodbye...
That would be just fine...
Oh if I die...
In the middle of this lonely night...
In the middle of this lonely night...
That would be alright...
And if I die...
In the middle of this fuckin' night...
In the middle of this fuckin' night...
That would be alright...
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4. |
Mannequin Boy
04:05
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One look is all it takes, when
Moments all look the same
Do answered prayers lie before me?
Once a bore turned "might-adore-me"
All you ask and more, I'll give, please
Tailor sails of open doors for me
Tell me what to do
I wanna look like you
One touch is all it takes, in
Cloth cut off feelin' great
Embrace me, aid me, drawing eyes
Finally I'm recognized
There's no sweat in my big 'ole smile
Glad as rags, we're now alive
Tell me what to do
I wanna feel like you
One jingle's all it took
One sound bite baits the hook
I'll swallow any lines I'm fed
Regurgitating back to them
Your ideas, but I professed, and
Raised myself while they were blessed
Tell me what to do
I wanna lead like you
Did you ever wanna' see
What we're keeping out of your dreams
on a silver platitude we give you peace
In a world that's been ending
Did you ever stop and think
If no one else, it's gonna be me
Monsters leave, just look
Elsewhere, please in this
Playful pre-ten-ding
They sang and all it took, was
Praising their tasteful hook
Trolling minnows, shoaling bait
Patrolling for a mournful fait
Captivate then lead to ends, I'll
Swallow each re-morsel fed
Tell me what to do
I wanna lead like you
One voice is all it takes
When words all sound the same
You're poppin' vox's off in the street
With orchestrated melody
Of boastful social ventriloquy
Our freest mandatory speech
Tell me what to do
I wanna think like you
Did you ever wanna' see
What we're keeping out of your dreams
on a silver platitude we give you peace
In a world that's been ending
Did you ever stop and think
If no one else, it's gonna be me
Monsters leave, just look elsewhere, please
In this playful pre-ten-ding
Move me, pose me
Just want more me for this
Road before me
So grand...
Risin' suddenly to
Might and luxury
Clash of classes beneath...
If it's war you need
I'll be your goddamn king
Hear ye of all that's great
As I perseverate, my
Logos are my ethos now
Draped in sacred brands of cow
Cast your ballot on a sea
Of outcomes leading back to me
My Reps and Sets, well
They comfort me
To exercise futility
Tell me what to do
I'm really just like you...
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5. |
Protect and Surf
05:43
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You know that I'm a
Bad mother fucker…
I got a serial number…
Poppin off .40's
At dawn I'm
Patrolling the waves
(and turnin' them graves)
You see I hang n' slay 10's son
Says so on the badge tell ya girl chump
You'd be gladder as a rag,
Or a mirror, then you'd almost be me
Lady law still gave these rules to you
And she need me to teach you Fools
Born in the barrel and I'm
Gunning for you
....
I love my Navy SEALs
(I shoulda been one)
I've sure have seen some hell
Week re-runs
Chris Kyle's picture in my wallet
(Get over your falls, not, the fallen)
I'm here to punish these streets
Dumping rounds into
Sheet rock and
Your mama's sheets
Drawing a bead on any
Punk I see
To bad my
Sights weren't made for
Shark sightings
.....
Protect and surf
Better earn your
Space on my turf
Maybe if you really
Wanted peace
You'd be prayin' to me
Protect and surf
Prove you're worth,
more than anything less
Wellfare only cuz I gave it to you
Maybe I'll even save your chil-dren too
If you
Tow my line, life, gets
Easy as pi-ie
Fresher than my shoulda known
Better of a knockout wife...
But make just
One false move and I'll
Drop you too
Just like shootin' Fish in a school...
I got no time for dissenters
So cut the chatter
The deep blue line is where
Your life could matter
Reppin' white water since 88
Maybe my boots will change their taste
Protect and surf x3
My way, through another day
Protect and surf
Protect no serf
Protect the surf only
Where n' when
Surf works
You see the
Devils in the details
That matter
The devil calls your unions
All unholy commie blather
The devils in your coattails
Riding borrowed power
The devil pays a gun to
Watch us all work
For what he makes an hour
....
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6. |
Hand-Me-Down Madness
02:50
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Hand-me-down-madness
And all that it takes
Is for poor little hearts that only
Beat when they shake
There's a
Hand-me-down-madness
In my family tree
And it surely will fall
Upon me
And it surely will fall
Upon me
Hand-me-down-madness
Those little eyes spy
When fright worse than lightning
Keeps you up through the night
There's seeds made of evil
In my family tree
Though they only are growing
From me
Though they only are growing
From me
Hand-me-down-madness
Did god go away?
When clothed under covers but
You still feel their shame
There's genes of a demon
In my family tree
And I'll cry 'til they die here with me
I'll cry 'til they die here with me
Hand-me-down-madness
And would you believe
Survivalist childhood
Ain't so hard to see
But, ruling was soothing
So you chose not to speak
And silence sang "complicity"
Hand-me-down-madness
We gave through the hate, so
Demand-side economics
Makes you bow till you break
There's a hand-me-down madness
In the family tree, and I'd
Rather it die here with me
Hand-me-down-madness
And all that it takes
Is for poor little hearts
That only beat when they break
There's a hand-me-down-madness
In our family tree
And it
Ain't goin' nowhere
But me
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7. |
Leave Me to Me
03:13
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Decades dragged in stacks
Walked in the room
But all you stand to mention's what my
Face will put you through
So cry that I don't smile
But let me be
Go back to you and just
Leave me to me
To keep my head from hanging
There's a weight I fight
Pretend you understand
It must be me
That ain't quite right
So blab and bitch
But sure as shit
You don't add
To that heap
Go back to you and
Leave me to me
Call me cynic, go dismissing
Hope I go on wishing
That others listen
When convinced by you
But there's a price of lifetimes
Hiding others from their truth
And those (II) flimsy lies
That you hide behind
Won't
Keep God
From
You
When your high chair had a trapdoor
Every breath's a crime
But when you
Beat the hangman daily
You stop fearing
"Still alive"
Make your nooses
Laughing and smiling
I'll wear your
Bolo ties
To my dying
Or go back to you, and
Leave me to me
Go back to you or you're
Leaving with me
If ever more than never
Well it's now arrived
This no one's
Ever said before's
Named only
First in line
See, hell's only a tragedy when
Others don't go free
Go back to you and
Leave me to me
Go back to you and
Leave me to me
Go back to you and
Leave them to me
Go back to you and
Leave them for me
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8. |
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Chorus
I'm swapping out my heartaches every day
So I don't have to feel the same pain
But things that beat it at the start
Can't seem to heal my broken heart
We're biding our time and just
Hoping this knot will unwind itself
But even with practice
I can't seem to hack it when
I life to myself
(Chorus)
You get used to chasing
Denying we're wasting
Our lives this way
But wait too much time
For the bandage to dry
You'll have to rip it away
Delaying introspection
Is just a stay of
Execution
Your courage and faith
Have been shaken
Into disillusion
(Chorus)
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9. |
I Found an Island
03:17
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Chorus
It's in the little things I see
In someone just like me
It's sad to watch you leave
Oh but I'll see you again, in those
Little things I see
In someone just like me
It's sad to watch you leave
Oh but I'll see you again
Somewhere in the haste
And lack of quiet space
Life became an acquired taste
Like cheap scotch and
Burning plastic
Short when it's sweet
Then back on that machine
We're just electrical meat
Blowin' circuits, but in those...
(Chorus)
Strange as it seems
It's no easy feat
Getting used to consistency
That somehow means "better"
Some have old dreams
And others find their feet
Looking back at memories with
Eyes that got better, in those...
(Chorus)
Next time that we meet
However long or brief
Looking for the things
That keep you going
Laugh along with me
Smile in line with me
We all get our little piece
Of the nightmare
But in moments like these
I think I found my island, in those...
(Chorus)
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10. |
Start That Little Light
03:47
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Oh, the mightiest love
From way high above
Gave these words to you
My gentle arms don't
Stretch that far
I'm not reaching you
So, then came my best
Once more piece of my chest
But, that got all mixed up too
So, here's what we've come to
All that there's left to do
Oh, just laugh a little more
Like once we'd done before
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside -
O-oh Brother, why you still running
from less than the best of your days?
Don't you know there's a hope in just trying
To change your ways?
Give your soul a little healing
In this war, ain't no retreating
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside -
O-oh Sister, why you still crying
Over just another broken heart?
Don't you know there's a greater love
in a brand new start?
Give your soul a little healing
Those flames will roar
If you believe it
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside -
Oh, just laugh a little more
Like once we'd done before
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside you now
oooooh
Start that little light inside -
You now...
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11. |
Ameri-can Dream
04:40
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Well
Gather 'round and listen
And I'll tell you of a place
Where foundry slag
Wore branded rags on his
Sorry, sunken face
In a barracks filled with gadgets
While his mind lay blank and bare
Redesigned
Says when and why
We care
da-da-da
Slow suicide
At the self-worth checkout line
Demons love the pieces of
The hearts they sell and buy
Shuffle ahead we've all been
Marching on their line
Dancin' marionettes
Into oblivion
Well, Mama Cow, Papa Chimp
And all my inbred progeny
While we're casting off,
You're casting lots, in this
Saccharine
Hack-led
Self-fulfilling
Profit sea
And at this
"Follow your diss," stance
We're just your lively comedy
But from
Where I'm standing in
This panic cult took
Someone else's dreams
When you couldn't
Just dream your own
Hearts a' thundering lithium
And shadows lag behind
Death and guns
You never made me run
You never ran my life
Scream the absent,
Vacant, vapid
Hymns you made
Me sing
Love beat death
And laid to rest your
Bargain-bin
"Believe"
Slow suicide
Buy me self
Worth checkout line
Talkin' heads, they say
"Jesus lives!"
But
Sean goes off
To die
Shuffle ahead
I'm just their mark
So march in line
Mark-time marchin'
Off until I'm
Leavin' on my
Shoulda fuckin'
Left
Right?
Yeah!
Well,
Glamor mags make
You and me sad for
Livin' off of what pennies
They don't take
And the
Tabloids bring back past celebs to
Squeeze a few more dollars
Smearin' names
And they'll
Dig 'em up just
One more time and
Laugh at all who
They say fell from grace
(but is that really graaace?)
In this
Vicious, masochistic
Kind of joy
They're not REAL people
Anyway
(But then what'll you do with me?!)
Slow suicide
Endless selves all tellin' lies
The irony of their pastiche me's
The blasphemies of mine
Shop for drop-worn promises and
Plays for pre-made minds
Cycling recycle, let us
Prey upon my mind
Cycling, recycling
I pray I made my mind
Cycle me, recycle me, to
Oblivion
Slow suicide
Through my self-worth redefined
Spend my debt then force me there
Lend meaning to my life
O-oh say, confess
My uselessness
Your evil deeds were mine
Mark-time marching
Softer to
O-bli-vi-o-on...
Join the huddled masses as we
All line up and cheer
Our hearts swell with devotion while your
Eyes light up with fear
Can convict, orphaned
Conscripts gore your
Coward's conscience clean
Proudly served,
Did we deserve
The Ameri-can dream?
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12. |
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This land was your land
But now it's my land
Last-standing bastards
We'll just keep lying
France beat the British
Best not to mention
Cuz, this land was made for you by me
This land was made for you by me
This land was given
By god and "Injuns"
Some Dago sailed wrong
But we ain't changing
Refund your wampum?
Leave none to cry, then
This land was claimed for you by me
God blessed this land for you since me
Northern aggression
Makes war uncivil
Was really states' rights
To owning people
Now freedom's ringin'
Inside our prisons
Destiny slaves for you and me
Come lease some slaves
They're owned by me
Wiped out a tribe to
Carve out a mountain
Made famous faces
Look quite stounding
Three of the greatest
And me the proudest
Rode n' roughed 'em up
For you and me
Children fight real tough
Till they face me
In Guatemala
We went bananas
You saw a profit
Not propaganda
It's not demonic
Just economics
Place some losing bets
And die by me
Play some losing Hands
They're dealt by me
Ask me my pronouns
They're Hi, Ro, ShI, Ma
Stop Asian hate, pled
Murdered civilians
War sooner ended
Don't say "internment"
This land was saved for you by me
This land was saved for you by me
This land was your land
But now it's my land
Last-standing bastards
We're lying, smiling
Don't mess with Texans
They'll die for nothing
This land was claimed for you by me
This land was saved for you by me
This land was made for you by me
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Holy Fool Fitchburg, Massachusetts
Holy Fool is a punk/protest band and multi-genre songwriting project
Founded by Della
Clark, Holy Fool was later joined by drummer Jay Koehler and bassist Valerie Clark.
Their strongest influences are punk, classic country, folk, and modern pop-punk
Their lyrical content relates to intense life experiences surrounding grief, betrayal, recovered hope, and triumph.
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