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You said I think the world owes me
That it sits some rungs below me
Apparently when we all got trophies
Those cheap plastic ones
It destroyed my whole generation
Back in your day, tested acid
And dug a hole for my casket
You put the torch out before you passed it
But hey, that’s in the past
Yet I’m the one who’s sitting on their hands?
The day I inherit the earth
Excuse me while I look a gift horse in the mouth
The day I inherit the earth
Demise bound
Be glad you’re not ‘round
Shown no respect for the elder
Who done put me through this swelter
I guess I should be seeking shelter
But can’t find a roof
The price hasn’t put a hole through
Ain’t enlisted, just entitled
Marching inches to your miles
Clutch your smugness like a bible
But spare me your verse
Cuz your arrogance fucked everything up first
The day I inherit the earth
Excuse me while I look a gift horse in the mouth
The day I inherit the earth
Hear me shout
“Turn it inside out”
For too long too timid
Written off insipid
Your horrors grow vivid
As I grow more livid
Your crop, it’s got no cream
Lets wake up from your dream
You tell me I can’t scream
While boiling my bloodstream
Tell me, is this the just desserts?
Hands tied and backs against the wall?
Well I would tell you that you’ve got a lot of nerve
If I thought you felt anything at all
The day I inherit the earth
Excuse me while I look a gift horse in the mouth
The day I inherit the earth
All worn out
Will you still be proud?
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Is the damn shoe going to drop?
I’ve got all my eggs in one big batch
And i count them before they hatch
Fruits of labour start to rot
I've got all my eggs piled in one place
And soon I’ll wear them on my face
But hey, I guess thems the breaks
Chasing dreams is just a death sentence
Roll the rock up the hill
Roll the rock up the hill
Roll the rock up the hill
Aspire then you foot the bill
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Horoscope
03:52
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I am a blip on the screen
A replaceable cog in the machine
And while reaching for stars high on hill
I saw greener pastures start to wilt
But I found a glimmer of hope
In some rag that had my horoscope
And I know it’s just blowing smoke
But I’ll take what I can get
If I’m doomed to collide on this track
Or get the hook with my juggling acts
Still pat my head and say “good job”
Need reassurance from the universe, feigned or not
This message I endorse is
Sent from benevolent forces
Enables me but stables me
Away from all the tired horses
(maybe I’ll get some writing/riding done)
Let me have these seconds
Where good fortune feels imminent
The moons are shifting
And it’s spirit lifting
Something to savour
From the local paper
And I know it's fleeting
But well-worth the reading
When hope’s depleting
It fades as soon as it appears
But it says everything I want to hear
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If sit-ups don’t keep the scythe at bay
At least they look good on paper
Eden’s most bizarre accident
Is but one way to meet your maker
Down the hatch, I know that it’s a tough pill to swallow
Can’t outmatch what is certain
Well certainly not
Can’t skip a fate so seldom sought
You can barter and haggle trying to keep yourself off a gurney
You can plead for some more before dirt gets poured in your plot
You can hope to find significance in the sound and fury
But don’t worry, everyone gets a turn to rot
Did the patch and the gum but then
drove straight into a house fire
We’re all putty in the palms of that
Pesky ol’ great equalizer
Doc says “you’re as healthy as an appaloosa”
’Til the day those teeth in your mouth will start selling you out
And they’ll shoot ya
Fingers crossed more later than sooner
It’s no night/knight at the beach, still you can’t cheat at chess
We feel anxious adorned in our Sunday best
Ya gotta pay respects
While our eyes scan the pews wondering who is going next
I guess it’s all for the birds
When we become food for the worms
It’s a tough pill, I know
Might get lodged in your throat
Just to be your time to go
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Human Spirit
04:35
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The highest peaks could never leave us daunted
And these brains, they know no bounds
The heavens, boys, they’re ours for the taking
That’s the spirit! It walks this world, so nonchalant
Trudges along unstable grounds
It guards this prison of our own making
He said “I am not afraid to fail,
You miss every shot not taken”
Pulled the trigger and blew off his toes
Humanity, oh sure it could prevail
But to leave that dove forsaken
Is to never find out where the olives grow
And I guess that goes to show
If flown in a branch from ‘cross the sea
We’d snap it and get to weaving
Then should hope rear its ugly head
We could send it to hell in a hand basket
Out the plaster and into his mouth
His wife said “Lets go on vacation
You can lean on me, don’t need to bring a crutch”
Packed the car, a little further south
He left her at a service station
Never liked the taste of olives all that much
Nothing’s ever good enough
Oh and we could be so blissful if we wanted
But the human spirit built the house just to haunt it
How we’ve grown to love the burn
The self-sabotage at every turn
They say "we’re only human
It’s kind of how it’s always been"
His bachelor pad, it’s got a bed and tv and a fridge almost empty
Just a bag that reads “dead dove: do not eat”
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Before I Start Noticing
03:34
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Was I brought here? Was I born here?
Already trapped in the corner
Well, at least I’ve got company
Always logged on with my eyes pried
Letting life fall by the wayside
For the drivel in front of me
And that consoling screen
It's got its hooks in me
Now nothing’s free, not even my time
But it's so hard to tell
When in an open cell
This private hell is so benign
No more of the caged birds sing
Can’t see the bars, or feel the clipped wings
Hook me up to that machine
Before I start noticing
Gate was open, but we stayed still
Been sedated by the blue pill
Now we can’t see our way out of this hole
Think I’ve fallen ill, Im gonna walk home
Got a bad case of the Stockholm
Disturbed yet down with the syndrome
And that seductive screen’s
Got me salivating
And damn its such a tempting dose
I might have a key
But I can't seem to leave
Everyone’s an agoraphobe
No more of the caged birds sing
Cant see the bars, or feel the clipped wings
Hook me up to that machine
Cuz the illusion’s so convincing
No more of the caged birds sing
No, they haven’t got an inkling
Hook me up to that machine
Before i start noticing
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Well death be not proud but damned if it ain’t smug
First it’s lurking on the outskirts then it’s pulling out the rug
Ever-looming, always laughing, like your grave’s already dug
Only so much breath in your chest ’til it’s sucked out of your lungs
Damocles' dagger is so daunting as it dangles
As the tether turns taught try not to tremble at the ankles
While your head is screaming “roll up those sleeves and grab a handle
Or your sole remnants will be but a portrait on the mantle”
Well i’ve heard a million times I’ll be reaping what i sew
But it's hard for a sitting duck to get itself in a row
Force myself to gnash my teeth, clench my fist and lay a blow
Better get ready to murder or you’ll be left eating crow
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil’s burning and burning
We’re all carrying crosses but if you want that weight lessened
There’s rumour that the path we walk has always been predestined
Now it takes a lot of faith to think that idea needs investing
Some folks think they've got answers to the most ultimate question
What a comfort it must be to think it’s all predetermined
It's the most unholy notion from the most ungodly sermon
Try to tell this to yourself and you’ll never get a word in
Cuz if your rhyme’s got no reason, that’s a fatalistic burden
And as this petty pace keeps creeping
What makes every step a worthwhile endeavour
Is knowing that old heart of yours won't tick forever
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Dying Breed
04:49
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If nothing gold is going to stay
Then why would something rotten to the bone?
And when the pendulum does sway
Who’s gonna row your seasick sailors home?
Dinner's done, but you still scrounge for morsels
Regaling us of your feats
Choking while you gorge and chortle
And should seeds sift through
To start anew
You’ll be turning in your tomb
It’s your death rattle
Face it, there’s a whole new animal
And you’re just a dying breed
So give to the pull
A changing landscape is your nightmare
Rips you from slumber in the coldest sweat
Can’t face a world you can’t remember
If it lays yonder, it’s a lethal threat
Who passed controls to such misguided hands?
Better brace for impact
The beach should read “here may you see the tyrant”
But if your whole plan’s
Just bold grandstands
Guess I’ll write “help” in the sand
Changing winds intensifying
Blow you off course and leave you behind
The rope you cling to is straining and it
Won’t be long until it rips
Afloat in a sea that’s draining
When the ebb and flow
Gets tough to row
Cut loose all you’ve kept in tow
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Left in the Rearview
04:12
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Insatiable thirsts to quench at fountains of youth
But youth's built to shed
Indulge in a drink, you'll be chipping that long tooth
On the fountain head
It's a carried relic from many strides ago
It gets heavy quick, lugging down road
Skies ahead could be clear blue
With the young man dead in the rearview
Better left in the rearview
Better left in the rearview
A young lad flaunts a long list of demands
Written on his palm
He'd sooner die than smear the ink while shaking hands
But years prove their own con
Cuz pragmatism hides somewhere down the road
It's a pull of the pin, they've told you so
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In your earliest years
They’ll tolerate your tears
But you’re on borrowed time
You’ll need bullet-proof glass
When in front of the class
Casting pearls before swine
Because sincerity, sincerity
They’ll beat it out of you
This world so snide
Don’t want a look inside
So you better close the drapes
All your poetic tripe,
Set that trash alight
And descend the fire escape
Because sincerity, sincerity
They’ll beat it out of you
But may you find yourself
Earnest and elated
At times, be they seldom and few
Cuz even the remnants of sentiment have value
Flippant scoffs and groans
And sarcastic tones
will barrage past your lips
Scantily fortified
With such brittle pride
God forbid you go off script
Because sincerity, sincerity
They’ll beat it out of you
They say the truth shall reveal itself when you’re jaded and older
That beauty lives and dies in the eyes of beholders
That it’s corruptive, corrosive and a curse on your health
Better keep it locked up, keys tossed down a well
They’ll be trivializing the helm that you're manning
They’ll be stomping out all of the embers you're fanning
They’ll be siphoning your spirit and serving you the swill
So if you’re gonna fight ’em, prepare to die on that hill
When the heavens seem so deafened you’re tempted to unplug
And apathy is abundant and abused like a drug
May the hour be nigh for you to lean into will
Cuz the best of men have always lived and died on that hill
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Dead End Drive-In Vancouver, British Columbia
Punk band from Vancouver, BC. You know. That one with the 3 guitar players. Gotta shred with existential dread.
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