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1. While technology stole our
revolution
Seem a bit
harder looking forward than back
Velvet
secrets hurt less when they’re past
The
barking confusion is awarded a plaque
A trophy
to sustain but not to last
Burn,
burn everything
You can
bring every piece of cloth to the fire
I wanna hear
complaints about flannel in flames
Everything’s
getting better, while my senses slow down
As this
curse of a privilege unfolds
MTV gave
their M to the rube and the clown
If you watch
some Youtube it gets old
Burn,
burn everything
You can
bring every piece of film to the fire
I want
some consent about flannel in flames
Things
we never fought for
Change
that never came
While we
sat on wooden floors
Introspect
or punk rock
Never seemed
to kneel the state
Or open
the doors
Always
keeping distance
Always
keep it safe
We blew
the candles out
While
having a debate
Loved it
when I was there
But
hated the parade
I’m
tired of being young
Let’s
clean the slate:
Every
change is not for the better
Every
change is not worth the cause
We had a
golden ticket but we traded it for blogs
When we
realized, the wave had passed
2. Draupner wave
The
blur’s leaving my eyes, as this Sunday slowly dies
Another
year
Nerves
split open up wide, while it’s hammering inside
Another
year
Last
night I felt a spark I knew
When the
nausea cleared from my vodka debut
I raised
my voice
I stole
the show
It felt
like home
Sweat
pearls in my brows
Calls
the parent to arouse
Another
year
Patience
in a string
But I
don’t regret a thing
Of last
year
Last
night I felt like someone cool
Not just
the serial killer dressed bipolar ghoul
I talked
to girls
Made
people laugh
Single
malt and beer;
Thanks
for the ride
Couldn’t
22, even if I tried
Single
malt and beer
My catcher
in the rye
A single
shot at bliss started out the wave of ‘95
Wave of
‘95
3. Never play them loud
In
school D.I.R.T played some covers
That was
enough for me
So I got
me a crooked black Fender Squier
For
Christmas that same year
Wrote a
song about Palestine
It had just
four chords that the band never cared to learn
And
while my guitar stayed out of tune
The mic
became my concern
No one
will do it
No one else
will do it
We can’t
have a rock band missing a lead singer
We’re
not the Shadows
This is
not the sixties
I won’t
scare the crowd with my microphone mingle
We went
up on stage, and I sang power rock
Like a
skinny choir boy off-key
And the
crowd watched their shoes for the song to end
Still
owe them an apology
No one
will do it
No one
else will do it
We can’t
have a rock band missing a lead singer
I’m not
Lane Staley
I’m not
Michael Patton
I won’t
scare the crowd with my microphone mingle
Basement
sounds
But
never play them loud
I’ll
keep them trapped inside a jar
Leaving
fermentation to improve them
Secret
sighs and whisper lullabies
A
million hours without pay
That
will never get to shine in the spotlights
One band
soon would merge to another
With
elements of the prog-scene
No one
knew how to play, so we skipped rehearsals
Wasting
Saturdays staying clean
No one
will do it
No one
else will do it
We can’t
have a rock band missing a lead singer
We’re
not the Shadows
This is
not the sixties
I won’t
scare the crowd with my microphone mingle
Basement
sounds
But
never play them loud
I’ll
keep them trapped inside a jar
Leaving
fermentation to improve them
Secret
sighs and whisper lullabies
A
million hours without pay
That
will never get to shine in the spotlights
I’ll
never name myself as a musician
I’ll
never name myself as a front man
As
dreams may slowly fade
And
success mostly evades
I’ll always
be the singer in my own band
4. Summer/winter-girl
It was the
summer of 97, and we spent most of it drunk
Johnny’s
house as residence, while we BBQ’d, got shitfaced and blacked out
By the
end of June, I lost track of time, and soberness
Shot a rich
guy’s booze, saw her smiling, heard Puff Daddy, and blacked out
I never
thought I’d see her again, when she kissed me in a club
November
drunk with hopes that sunk, when she suddenly appeared
The
latter part of the night - was talking on cold bowling stairs
From
that moment on she was my girlfriend that I cherished, claimed and
feared
You are
my girl
No
matter what life throws at us
You are
my world
No
matter how they tear us up
When I’m
not there, I hope time freezes and evaporate
It was
the winter of 98, and we spent it as in love
Like high
school teens that never seem to realize when it’s gone
Cut
classes just to be with her, cause to not felt like a waste
A blackened
hole of lack of control, with her responding as someone who’s being
chased
You are
my girl
No
matter what life throws at us
You are
my world
No
matter how they tear us up
When I’m
not there, I hope time freezes and evaporate
You are
my girl
No
matter what life throws at us
You are
my world
No
matter how they tear us up
When I’m
not there, I wish I could lock you up so I’ll be safe
It was
the summer of ’98, and adult life growing near
What
should have ended, kept being blended into my final frontier
She’s my
summer and winter now, while I’m a cuckold volunteer
But I’ll
keep pretending ‘til the bitter ending to the point when I will finally
disappear
5. Keeping her alive
Brown
eyes faded as the lights went out
Been
without their spark all year
Blizzard’s
roaring and it’s Valentine
But
you’re not the one I’m gonna meet
Stay
around
Just
hang around with me
Rome was
never anything like this
But the
pizza’s quality
My
girlfriend bought a vial of aftershave
I wanna
tell her, but won’t succeed
Stay
around
Just
hang around with me
Off with
the sound
I can
fix this all alone
I will
swallow these words
Make
them drown
Tighten
the seal
If I say
it, it turns real
I will
lock it up inside
Keeping
her alive
Dinner’s
over and my valentine drives us out to the Longwater Beach
Blizzard’s
roaring outside foggy glass, and my aunts outside of human reach
Stay
around
Just
hang around with me
6. A cliché, but time
won’t stop healing
The day
will break in as you exit through sliding doors
You
leave carrying needle marks and the night before
Once
again you will pretend
That
this condition has reached its end
And that
the reason you're breathing is you and not your friends
The
sheets will feel softer than ever, once you get home
And
though it hurts making plans, you will try, but they get postponed
A
weekend's bound to get in the way
And it's
likely followed by Monday
And soon
those plans are put out like the cigarettes in your ashtray
Stop
trying to break the now
You’ll
be better somehow in time
Just
keep waiting
Stop
trying to break the now
There’s
always another round
And
time's just catering
Evening
closing in as you wake from the fluid loss
But
what's a little more tense, that feeling of post-drunk faux pas
Next
week you will pretend
That
what happened did not happen
And
you’ll be hiring an actor playing you as just actors can
The
world proves a point, as the night leaves you overthrown
In the
starlight on the beach, you realize there's nowhere to go
Nearly a
decade to make you see
That you
were actually quite lucky
And that
the reason there is this song's both you and me
Stop
trying to break the now
You’ll
be better somehow in time
Just
keep waiting
Stop
trying to break the now
There’s
always another round
While
time's just catering
Of
course it will hurt sometimes
And
that's kinda the charm of it
But
don’t go and do what you won’t even live to regret
At times
it’s unwrapping gifts
And at
times it’s just wrapping shit
But as
the tidal wave rolls it blunts every rock it hits
7. Losing streak
I was
clenching on to my mind
Through
fingers doing v-signs
This was
our decade, our home
Free from
time or space
A
humming from the inside
A voice I
felt stretch worldwide
The
promises of slack
But I
broke our promise
Designed
and bred by reruns
While
worlds were won by shotgun
I cashed
in and mellowed out
Free
from time or space
Waiting
for a happy ending
It’s not the
closure pending
A random
binge of hope
Until
the hangover
Sparks,
then it feels like a waste
And the
bar’s too crowded
Point finger
up, “One to go,
‘Cause
I’m celebrating”.
Spot
random girl
Throw a
line
That I’m
not too proud of
Stars
and sidewalks
Light a
match
It could
guide me through the pointlessness
We weren’t
spoiled dumb by ourselves
Found my
place during the decline
Took
pride in being sidelined
This was
our debate, our hope
That we
choked with words