1. |
Brooklyn Bound
03:32
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This freedom was good for a day
Then it started to wear off
And I couldn’t bear it anymore, any longer
So I decided to get rid of you
Had in mind a better time, a better place, a better feeling
Sure it was not to be found right here
Where I’m only stuck in good old days
Fuck the familiar, the known, the safe ground
And watch me while I take off
This is not for you, it’s just for me
This is not for you a memory that’s just for me
This is not for you just for me yes you will see
Casually just leave it there
In Jersey Meadowlands like Tony would
Hanging boozed with Julie Ruiz, Bedford Avenue
Bridge and tunnel, drunk at Union Pool
Here’s to Sharon in the Cake Shop
This is not for you, it’s just for me
This is not for you a memory that’s just for me
Not for you just for me yes you will see
So I went out and finally started a brand new life of liberty
Since the day that we have parted everything is new to me
I’m going up covering new ground while you desperately cling around
But without me…
No I didn’t freak cause of Haruki’s puke
Didn’t give a fuck about that drop
And I didn’t mind not having you around
On the L-train riding Brooklyn bound
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2. |
I Cannot Relate
03:18
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Guess what, we know they’re bad
And they’re never going to change
Their hearts are cold and black
Like their uniforms and boots
And their ideology
Should have died back with their fuck
Yeah we know that too
And there is not a place
Where we would like them to feel safe
To rally preaching their hate
Against anyone who’s different
Kicking their truck out of town
Was the best thing we could do
I agree with you
However I cannot relate
To anyone telling me who’s to hate
I need to shut my ears and leave
If you keep pointing out to me how to breathe
If you keep pointing out to me LCD
Seems like the easy way out
These boring, repeating easy understandable shouts
Of hating, not wanting, beating up our common arch enemy
Which for sure doesn’t need to be redefined by me
However I cannot relate
To anyone telling me who’s to hate
I need to shut my ears and leave
If you keep pointing out to me how to breathe
If you keep pointing out to me LCD
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3. |
What I Count On One Hand
03:22
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Another darkened stinking crowded room
Another party of the century
Somehow we’re all in this together
But I am not ready
Fueled with alcohol
They’re getting ready to invade
On a mission to cross boundaries
No prisoners are to be made
But who wants to be friends with everybody’s friends
I better try to keep cautious distance, start with shake-hands
People can be worthless pieces of shit
I start to value time all on my own
Next weekend I call in sick
I am not condescending, just not pretending
I’m minding my own business with people I dearly like
I never had to question what I count on one hand
Be assured that your snap judgement’s no reason to start a fight
A thousand places I would rather be
Please pick me up and give me confidence
Show me the faces I’ve been losing
Kill the indifference
I’m not untouchable
Just don’t like to be touched by all
Give me everything right here
But please don’t expect of me to call
Have we ever met before, well I do not recall
Too many faces, names and conversations, don’t act so appalled
Of course I ain’t sober, it’s close to last call
I like to drink and talk without a catch
Can we be superficial?
I am not condescending, just not pretending
I’m minding my own business with people I dearly like
I never had to question what I count on one hand
Be assured that your snap judgement’s no reason to start a fight
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4. |
Money Before Beauty
02:12
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Not interested in politics or anything besides her looks and gossiping
Forget about integrity, it’s simply not a part of her
One day her mother saw the big chance
And a fat cat beats a boyfriend full of hopes and dreams
Am I the only one who thinks it’s odd
When hip young women voluntarily fuck
Guys who could be their fathers
She doesn’t stroll the streets at night, nor does she look for the red light
Women of dignity
She ornamentally accompanies all eyes on her the beauty queen
Instead of blowing total strangers she’s got a lifetime of financial security
Am I the only one who thinks it’s absurd
When rich men looking like bald pieces of turd
Hook up with supermodels
What a society, criminalizing everyone turning tricks
Christian moralizers waving their crucifix
Land of hypocrisy, applied double standards everywhere to be seen
The despicable’s accepted for the rich society
Now you can bet your ass I think it’s odd
When sex for payment suddenly turns to love
Guess the more money and prestige are involved
The less it’s called prostitution
Let’s call it love
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5. |
Doubts And Self-Loathing
02:54
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Well that was brilliant, you drove her away
One in a million who was willing to stay
Needed a scapegoat, now see what’s been done
Sucking out all fun
Endless debating but not a smart thing to say
So damn comforting, recklessly fire away
Blind repetition til there’s tears in her eyes
The number one person to despise
Always on top of the food chain
Never too afraid to deny point the blame
And offended easily
Egocentric narcissistic prick
Looking in the mirror breaks me down, makes me sick
Welcome to doubts and self-loathing
Procrastination of the problem at hand
No confrontation, never taking a stand
Nod in approval; don’t let them see through the lies
A faint-hearted disguise
It’s fear of consequences that drives the machine
You have gone way beyond the point of no coming clean
There’s no admittance to a poisoned heard
The only true way out a fresh start
Always on top of the food chain
Never too afraid to deny point the blame
And offended easily
Egocentric narcissistic prick
Looking in the mirror breaks me down, makes me sick
Welcome to doubts and self-loathing
I’ve been on this path for so long
Still no relieve, see the suspicion in your eyes
Living a lie has made me so strong
Can’t you feel the rage building up every night
Ready to fight til every single heart’s destroyed
Let’s go!
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6. |
Nothing Is For Free
03:27
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Problems to define the point in time
Things went awry
Seem to forget the brighter days
I need more life and way less tragedy
Nothing is for free
No good will come easy
No use to cry for better times
Get off your ass and try to make a change
Been around for quite some time
Still there’s no prize, long overdue reward
All the others know the way
Living the dream, me being left behind
Nothing is for free
No good will come easy
No use to cry for better times
Get off your ass and try to make a change
Complain some more then go to hell
Give me a break and I’ll be well
Feel free to leave and shut the door
Can’t bear your bitching anymore
Been around for quite some time
Still there’s no prize, long overdue reward
All the others know the way
Living the dream, me being left behind
And doomed to stay
Nothing is for free
No good will come easy
No use to cry for better times
Get off your ass and try to make a change
Complain some more then go to hell
Give me a break and I’ll be well
Feel free to leave and shut the door
Can’t bear your bitching anymore
Well nothing is for free
No good will come easy
No use to cry for better times
Get off your ass and try to make a change
Complain some more then go to hell
Give me a break and I’ll be well
Feel free to leave and shut the door
Can’t bear your bitching anymore
Yeah yeah yeah
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