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Sold Down the River
03:35
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can we get your attention? or have gone to far into the dark
I we just one more distraction? We're connected from day until the night
cell phone and business call, to caught up to care at all
no time,no friends, distraction its nothing new
no time for politics, business men they lick their lips
and we're all discontent, so buy the next big thing.
(Chorus)
And we sold out, and we sold big, for endless bits of information so that we can't even think, or participate, in anything anymore, turn on your TV, close the door
Can we get your permission? To think outside the box, or memorize it all
Its just a negative reaction, to what we're plugged into and where we get our news
If we don't pay for it, we're not the target audience, big business listens in and tells us what the topic is
Its a rosy despair, with social constructs where, we lost so much more than we'll ever understand
(Chorus)
So I, close my eyes to it all, shame on me, shame on you, we're only here to consume everything in the world, so go and do your little part now patriot and leave us out.
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Trickledown Theory
02:56
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I think we've had it up to here, I think its more than we can take
dishonesty and discontent has become the American way
And when I tell my boy about this country in which we live I want to talk about democracy not corporate sponsorship
Where do you stand on this, these aren't just thin white lies, they tell us, to keep their pockets lined, on the backs of the middle class
Oh beautiful for spacious skies, but we can't see the skies no more, and democracy been replaced by big business, and all that trickles down ain't gold
Its a lie that's been told over and over, on unsuspecting people throughout our time
Believe in God, believe in Kings, believe the stuff that you buy will solve everything
Where do you stand on this, these aren't just thin white lies, they tell us, to keep their pockets lined, on the backs of the middle class
We bought into it all, and we're feeling sick, we don't lift a finger cuz we don't give a shit about anyone, its all for one, its all for me and all that trickles down ain't gold, and its feeling kinda warm
American greed is all that its seems, and our greatest export to the world, and all of the books are rewritten so fast that we no longer remember our past mistakes, and now we're bound to repeat them anyway, ya our past mistakes, I ain't seen no money trickle down on me
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Cellophane Wrapped
02:49
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what've we gotten out of this, open your eyes
no sky no sun, something despised
we're cellophane wrapped in the valley of lost souls
we're screaming out loud for our emaciated world
we're just wasting time, we've been left behind
we're cellophane wrapped, in the valley of lost souls
we're screaming out loud for our emaciated souls
last chance there taking over, planting thoughts inside our head
its just a fantasy, our collective destiny, when we're stripped of our autonomy
there's nothing left
we're as good as dead
bury us
welcome to the gilded age, we've failed to do anything
a sense of sadness in her eyes, we look up to the ones that we despise
medicated, distracted, exhausted, reactive
apathetic to each others needs, just the way they want us to be
last chance there taking over, planting thoughts inside our head
its just a fantasy, our collective destiny, when we're stripped of our autonomy
there's nothing left
we're as good as dead
bury us
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Score!!
02:52
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and that's the score in the middle class America, in God we trust so we will serve, we spent our whole lives just to be denied, the dreams are fed to us day and night, and we try so hard to be like them.
Look at your face you don't know what to say, the truth turned out to be gray, and then to hear a lecture from the benefactors who wrote the blue prints so we have no say
and that's the score in the middle class America, in God we trust so we will serve, we spent our whole lives just to be denied, the dreams are fed to us day and night, and we try so hard to be like them.
Does it take your breath away, when you figure out that nothings really as it seems, we are just consumers, mindless drug abusers, an endless bank for the richest 1%
and that's the score in the middle class America, in God we trust so we will serve, we spent our whole lives just to be denied, the dreams are fed to us day and night, and we try so hard to be like them.
its not enough that they take from you and me, starting wars for no reason overseas
its not our fault blowing up the sacred house, we're victims too but we're not yet underground
fuck you its not me, we were promised something called democracy
but when I look up and see its all a lie citizens united has taken away our rights
and that's the score in the middle class America, in God we trust so we will serve, we spent our whole lives just to be denied, the dreams are fed to us day and night, and we try so hard to be like them.
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The Grudge
02:34
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Somewhere lost in our mythology, our broken dreams, the sun it setting on reality, hear the people as they're screaming along, for the end of it, a clean and proper way to say, I give up
sunrise to sunset, we're holding a grudge, for the time clocks have taken, thrown away, somewhere somebody falls in love, with a sullen silent grin
Its a song for the brokenhearted, its not about love, its just the way thing go, upset with the gifts we were promised by our parents, we're to selfish to let it go
Blue skies all around us never at home, blue skies are outside we're in the dark all alone, counting numbers, and filling out these fucking forms, I'm so bored
sunrise to sunset, we're holding a grudge, for the time clocks have taken, thrown away, somewhere somebody falls in love, with a sullen silent grin
ts a song for the brokenhearted, its not about love, its just the way thing go, upset with the gifts we were promised by our parents, we're to selfish to let it go
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This is a song for the workers, who ain't got no work no more, we all spent our lives dreaming, stars and stripes, everything's alright
Somewhere along the road, we got sidetracked and stoned
and I don't know, exactly where we're going, we're just on the road, fucked up and alone, searching for these lives.
and in the end we must say goodbye, our choice of darkness or Jesus Christ, and I'm sitting on the fence, I don't know why, with a pink slip in my hand and a tear in my eye
Jesus Christ, I thought you be there for me
and I don't know, exactly where we're going, we're just on the road, fucked up and alone, searching for these lives.
Hollywood starlet, your sunburned mind
Alone with a camera and wasting my time
don't tell me, everything's gonna be alright
when you know that its won't
We'll make it last forever
until there is no change
We'll make you wait forever
pulling at your hearstrings
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7. |
Narcan Jane
03:10
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I know I've been walking with my eyes shut tight
and its so fucking easy when you do it just right
so I toss and I turn and I can't sleep at night
cuz I'm so overwhelmed with these things in my life
with a youth full of ideals and now I just can't see
and I turned my back on who I used to be
with these distracted days
I seem to waste away
this who I've become
stuck in the suburbs and numb
with a heart that is stuck
and a sickness from this junk
that I stick inside my veins
so that I don't go insane
fasten it up for a life full of suicide, I cannot so I'm walking away because love, ya I've been in love
and you say that enough is enough, and I sigh, that I can't get it right, is this love? Ya I've been in love
and I can't get it right with these demons inside my head, knocking them out with this bottle of gin, is this love? Ya I've been in love
I guess I'm taking it slow, on these roads I don't know
its this thing they call life, either fuck it up or don't
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8. |
Hello My City
03:20
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Hello my city, where have you gone?
It happened years ago, its time to move on
Don't dress it up, the shit don't go away
hold on to all that's good, and hope for better days
And when the sun goes down the street lights sing a sad slow song
too bad no one's listening, guess I'm alone on this one
So fall in love if you dare, because staying here is
really staying no-where
Oh my God, I 'm on my knees for the tenth time today, summers over, you got to pack your bags and be on your way, you got to pick yourself up, dust yourself off.
When in down town theres an old man walking down the street he's got a decades old frown offers me something to drink
don't turn it down, this shit just goes away, hold onto all thats good theres no hope for better days
see the broken glass on the sidewalk, its been there since the bottom fell out of everthing
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I Believe
02:28
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Watch the world burn down a holy man said to me, as he took all the money he could
and he screamed about war and he preached our salvation, disguised it all under the red white and blue
Well I believe that is called treason, while he's saying that we're not patriots, I think you fly your flag for no reason, under the churches cross your all just making us bleed
You've convinced everyone, and you own all the rights, as your create the fear that your need
as you sell us new wars, and you sell us new guns, disguised it all it all under the red white and blue.
Chorus
As time keeps marching on
We've lost track of who we've become
We're more than nine numbers on a card, we're flesh, we're blood, and we feel love
But not much towards your ways
There a battle to make us behave
understand it could be so much better than your ever could conceive
I believe we can change everything, just drop this disgusting corporate greed
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American Stories Buffalo, New York
American Stories is song writer Tim Nixon's project that has changed with various lineups from alt-country, indie to punk inspired metal.
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