its rude to stare

its rude to stare
but they don't care
do it anyway
just another shit day
we live out in the midwest
not really a place to claim the best
but it's living here that's a test
when you don't look like the rest
you've got brown skin
people thinkin you're osama bin
focused on iraq trying to win
they wouldn't look twice if you were a Pole or Fin
ignorant people peer with a gaze
they seem to be coaxed from their brain haze
typically you'd watch 'em waddle around lazed
but when they see brown skin they're brazen
i don't quite know what they think i am
maybe a kid with a bomb in his hand
strange they'd call me a wolf i'm more of a lamb
but stereotypes seem to be high in demand
they'll take a good look and not turn away
seems like this'll be happening every day
is this really the american way
hate on your brothers infringe on their freedoms with rage
i just write all the gawkers off as fools
they seem to be brainwashed and republican tools
they never raise a hand nah they'll follow the rules
but they've got hungry eyes like a thief after jewels
now im beaten down with the feeling
its not great my courage they're stealing
my creativety gone it's got me reeling
as inside my veins the bloods congealing
but im ready to confront this daily problem
i'm done with doing nothing i want to deal with them
they need telling like the cock to a hen
sleep it off with some good old REM
but people bristle with fear
every time i come near
as if they're the deer
and i'm the car speeding here
people need to see how dumb they look
they stare and think its like reading a book
peering over every cranny and nook
but in reality it feels like you're skewered on a hook

its amazing how much someone can mean to you

its amazing how much someone can mean to you
it tears you apart when they're gone
you wish they were live and well
but you know wishing that's wrong
they died and now you've got to face it
you've lost someone close
we build such strong bonds with our friends
the people who matter the most
its other people that we value so dearly
in this life we live
and when they die its hard to let slide
and we're hard pressed to forgive
the nature of the world we live in
that which takes from us
its in the end that which limits how we live
that give us reason to be close
but when we lose something good
it hurts us down deep real bad
and when they're gone it's like there's a whole
sometimes drives grown men mad
but over time the hole will heal
as we are still young and well
and as things pass and new things come
we'll tell our sadness to go to hell
the people enter our life
and we value them alot
as they come we dont think much
but without them our lives are fraught
and when theyre gone we feel so alone
it pains us deep inside
we've always enjoyed them around us
we thought they were there for the ride
but we're all on our own course in life
life ebbes and flows with time
one day my time will come
and ill leave nothing but this rhyme
but sometimes we intersect our lives
if only for a bit
those times spent with others close
are ones that are fit
for strong remembrance and high valuation
thats the nature of our being
we shrug and move on as best we can
but sometimes it's hard to shake the feeling.

the glaciers are going and the waters flowing

the glaciers are going and the waters flowing
more melts every day
and as we watch we sit and gawk
the priests begin to pray
the co2 is cooking the blue
and ice shears off daily
the people study scientists buddy
and watch the ice gayly
the ice breaks off with a snap and a cough
and floats out to sea
and the sun burns down and melts all around
coal men shovel with glee
and all the while they melt with style
and cause the levels to rise
water will come and we'll be done
to a solution goes the prize
fortune and fame and all the rage
meanwhile we sit and watch and thow fits
as we sit in our midwestern cage
and cubes float off in bits
the water will melt and the ice will wilt
as the glaciers fade slowly away
and as we find we're being left behind
the scientists work every day
they're trying to find a solution now blind
to the fire thats causing the burn
and rocks give way and groan every day
water flows to bedrock and we learn
scientists walk on the ice as they talk
and try to stop the problem
but there's not much to do but sit back in the gloom
and wish that they didn't pay rent
the coal and the oil will burn it's royal
and the cars will drive on the roads
the people don't learn and science they spurn
humanity's not sure how things bode
and we wonder how people that flock to their steeples
do chant of the false ways of the warmth
they like to lie and hide behind pride
and refuse to sound the alarm
but all the while the glaciers disappear with style
and we lose our massive icebergs
as the people do see the changes clearly
it's a repeat of the hindenburg

the icelandic scene is kinda neat n' mean

the icelandic scene is kinda neat n' mean
i'd love to make it over there
kinda small but the people stand tall
people in the mountains are rare
its so far it's sad and barred
we can't really go there
the rules and regs will keep us pegged
it's really not very fair
but all we want is an icelandic jaunt
just some time in our island
its our place where bad thoughts're erased
certainly it's high in demand
but we're all bored yes we've even caught snores
and we're just wanting inspiration
this place is shit and boring every bit
we're tired of this bloody nation
there's things we want we just can't front
we've got to find them elsewhere
and islands like icelands bends
could be very fair
can you imagine the sight of an icelandic height
from the base of a mountain
the houl of the wind and the houses within
the valleys of the glen
the vking bones and davey jones
tell tales of exploration
drink a pint and grab a light
and make paces in that nation
we're bored and bold and want something cold
and we know they have snow there
over here people stare and the strage ones are everywhere
we just want to sight a viking mare
the rocks and stones and the wind groans
i've been there i know
and colorful houses amazing hotdogs
and all cheeks with glow
the people are cool and im no fool
i know its just another rock
but normal is better than a midwestern sweater
this bible belts dogma frought
so time will pass and all the while my lass
will sit upon the floor
its time we moved to a northern groove
and were in this horrid place no more.

that kid was strange i swear he was deranged

that kid was strange i swear he was deranged
and he tried to have his way
but he pouted to loud and now's not allowed
to enter into this place
i cant believe he caused so much grief
and was never stopped
but thats how he made it now
i guess its hard to be topped
when youre as bad as that kid was sad
it was quite a scene
young as hell and just as well
thought himself a king
but he was just a ball of lust
and trying to pry open my girl
that was the end which he cannot ment
if i sight him a punch i'll hurl
the kid tried to drink but then couldn't think
and said he'd like to fuck her
and that was it the kid just two-bit
and i took him for his word
no my war has begun with fervor
and i want no part of him
he's a fool and a tool and not much more
the kid needs to just leave it
he needs to find a way to leave behind
all his former places
because those people no longer are cattle
he's just alone and running rat races
the kid was a freak and rarely did speak
and when he did it was a pain
but he had a set cast of minions steadfast
all willing to play mutely silently refrain
from ever speaking you'd never hear anything
a pin drop would have startled them
and you saw their faces going through their terrible paces
as they played songs never asking when
just standing statues dealing with attitudes
as they were abused
the kid at the helm always telling them
and often keeping them confused
but the kid was a fool and certainly a tool
no longer welcome here
he burned his bridges and raided our fridges
and now we'll never buy him a beer.

our generations finally come to power

our generations finally come to power
this is our dying hour
we've managed to make it far
even while the critics glower
our kids are on the stage
our musics all the rage
the skin doesnt matter we all know better
it's just another history page
the voices ring out
real loud and proud
and people don't pout
they send us to the pound
court dates to satiate
their need for greed and my it's late
we're already on the tv screen
i guess they can't resign to their fate
kids are sued for copies on computers
and ceos are bailed out for billions
as well men lets have some fun
we'll be in office when we've aged tons
meanwhile we've got a decade or so
to just go out and let it go
we'll play in the streets and the snow
and shred guitars like nobody knows
and sing the songs that mean something to us
we'll make sounds that can beat the critics off us
and she'll go out and take the bus
cause she doesn't wanna cause a fuss
but we'll soon hold office
and that'll be the day
when all the laws are overturned
and they'll do shit our way
we need to age a bit
and then they'll all have died off
that'll be kinda sick
the empty seats'll be enough
cause we're the future and that's my pleasure
we'll survive and take over
that'll be the way my friends
time to ask the fatties to move over
bald and old and wrinkled too
they dont know what to do
cause the kids are comin from school
and they want to tell folks what to do

star trek's dead they laid it to bed

star trek's dead they laid it to bed
it's no longer on the telly
they stopped it clear no longer here
kicked it in the belly
the founding guy had it right
all those years ago
and now we sit and nothing fits
we're left without our bro
credits scroll and heads roll
as we grow bored and tiresome
the telly doesn't deliver to peasants
muted all we hear is electric hum
time passes as the companies asses
continue to gut the classics
meanwhile the newest script is the screwiest
and we're left with tragics
not for their tone but for their skin and bone
type of threadbare content
and we're left wanting more than a breath
this's only half've what the tellys meant
way back then the shows were meant
to make a real impact
no more the case original theories erased
these people just want a mint bank
and we tune out and words we spout
as we plot our takeover
the youth of now will own the show
because we're very clever
heads swell and very well
we'll need to compromise
and don't share any cares
we'll try and be wise
the brown skin kids and jewish yids
will get together and rty and make good
on all the thoughts that've houses bought
and we'll see if we can rule the hood
our ideas will be something for you to see
as we try hard to create
something new with a greenish hue
hopefully you'll like it mate
and whether they be conservative or green
they'll work together in stride
all types will get get together and fret
and we'll get in cars and go for rides.

ian mckellen

ian mckellen
is a fucking great actor
skill and will
are certainly factors
played a wizard
in a film
for a tolkien book
was in the badass realm
dudes old
but still pretty hip
played parts bold
with a hat to tip
got some swagger
with a wistful glint
doesn't give a fuck
never even a hint
just does his job
and does it well
gets on stage
and gives 'em hell
and with teh beard
and whispy white hair
pretty fuckin sick
and doesn't even care
does some sick roles
or so they say
the ones ive seen
were fuckin great
and i wouldnt mind bein
half as good
cause he's decent
as he should
did his time
on the stage
now on screen
he's all the rage
and he'll probably be gone
in twenty years or more
that'll suck
we'll all be bored
cause nobody imitates
the old style
whats left is great
and stays awhile

she gets all the attention i'm not even mentioned

she gets all the attention i'm not even mentioned
it's kindof crazy dude
apparently im keeping her from vocally speaking
sky totally ruined my mood
they're telling me that i can't have hair like that
and trying to lecture us firmly
well i'm done with this town and she'll not wear any gown
no your advice is shit and you're squirmy
meanwhile we'll find peace in some sigur ros fleece
you know how we love to chill out
and the people we find will help us leave behind
all the fools like you lying about
we'll move towns to and new place and dude
you'll never have a chance of finding us
and we'll go down by car we'll be driving quite far
you'll have to pay loads and take bus
but we know you don't care it's just all a big scare
you don't really care all that much
and we'll probably never see you're pain induced glee
and we'll be happy and such
the people in town tend to make me frown
with their stares and their tension
and teh fools over here make it quite clear
that they hate us without mention
i'm tired of towns with old men with frowns
and people that generally gawk
the dudes go after my girl with laughter
like a cat stalked by a hawk
and the music is ignored all the patrons seem bored
even though we can hold their attention
we'll play for hours and all we'll earn are glowers
and at best me they'll fail to mention
anita they'll shower with every bloody hour
the highest of praise and comment
meanwhile i'll just sit and they'll not even flit
just stand back as i fade and tell them to get bent
she didnt even write the songs of the night
i spent hours laboring over them
but these people don't care just want blue eyes blond hair
and i'm clearly not a friend
it's an insiders committee for the people who seek fees
and i'm certainly not on the list
the people will listen and eyes will glisten
but my cheeks will remain unkissed.

brown skin boy plays guitar for you

brown skin boy plays guitar for you
and you dont know what to do
he's scary but he plays soothing notes
is this something new to you?
perhaps you're finding yourself caught
years of 9/11 paranoia that's made you taut
but there's no reason to worry at all
and currently there's a financial and creative drought
perhaps you're thinking even musics outsourced
but of course you'd be a fool
i was born in wales not india lady
and you're making yourself out to be a tool
but on the stage the brown skins play
and they know the styles of modern day
are they imitating something that they ain't
oh look at his sing oh isn't it quaint
but we'll never actually say he did any good
that's against our own moral code
he needs to be pushed back to the hood
misdirect him out to the less traveled road
that way we can keep our schools
and we won't have these brown skin fools
we need some white girls to entertain us
they're our real cultural jewels
what bullshit that is, skin doesn't matter much
it's just the tone of my covering and such
and if you think it matters at all
then you've got some misguided thoughts and gall
the brain behind the skin is arranged
with neurons that are all quite grey
it's nothing to do with the covering fold
get back into bed you're outdated just lay
and we'll play our songs in the meanwhile lady
you can drink your drinks but keep away please
we're sorry you can't hold your liquor
but that's no reason to be acting a tease
trying to pretend you like our stuff
then you slip and we see through the bluff
with a drink or two you move in to fight
and we've all decidedly had enough
the bartenders act like it was a surprise
but to me it's a common sight
people here are deafeningly clear
they don't want no brown skins here.

sounds of music calm us down

sounds of music calm us down
as we make it through teh day
the way teh strings move through the air
amazes you in every way
takes you by surprize with every movement
every moment a revelation
and the smoothness of the strings and of the horns
is pure bliss undulation
the relation between the nations is stronger now
as obama does his work
and the brown skinned but not black contingency
can try not to be simply jerks
we've got to do more than we do
and be better than we are
if we want more than we have
to reach for the brightest star
its things like this we need to stomache
if we're going to make it through the storm
there's people at either end of this
that don't want us making the norm
brown they say is different and strange
and needs to be feared and freaked out about
these people who spout this are so deranged
and need to be called fools and louts
we're trying to push through this wall
that we come across so often
they see the skin and a white girl near
she must be the one you could soften
so she's spoken to and not i
as i'm the strange brown guy
she's white not i
it's no lie
but i don't feel that the tone of her schpeal
will vary any
because her tone is lighter than most
pigment just happens to vary
but these days people still cuddle their original
organizations and arrangements
and hiding behind lines drawn in ancient times
they keep themselves in modern day estrangements
but brown skin doesnt impact gray matter dear
don't think you'll have anything to fear
and yes if you like you can get near
but don't bring any of that paranoia here.

the horses despair but none of them dare

the horses despair but none of them dare
to try and attain their freedom
they're held with braces tight on their faces
imprisoned but rights we didn't read them
they look quite sad and strangely never mad
quite effectively beaten down
and you'll see the sparkle in the eyes skin dappled
trotting happily all around
but in caged fence places and green mossed stages
we find them playing the scene
and with nightfall they hide in the fenced mountain side
its reall all quite mean
their faces are strangely like ours in places
and i feel i could relate
to the pain they face at a regular pace
they've not been fortunate
they ones ran free no longer meant to be
and kept in places locked
pulled out when needed and regularly feeded
when legs broke guns cocked
children say they glue the ones that won't move
and i'm not sure that i believe
but whose to say what people're capable of today
and perhaps to see one is a relief
but i feel they should roam as they once did long ago
and not be kept as pets
or laboring mules held by abusive fools
and forget about the vets
creatures of grace deserve some space
but we don't afford them any
dying slow in the moons white glow
never holding even a penny
they're just a tool to the average fool
and never meant to think
they're just a mule you know the rule
watch them whip don't blink
but to me it's terrible and their emotions a variable
that i'd never counted upon
and when i see shows its like noone really knows
how their souls mourn grassy mountains
the horses are meant to feel refreshment
at the end of a cool breeze
and we can't honestly say they're meant to be this way
forcing on saddles is approaching sleaze.

the photos come from overseas

the photos come from overseas
posted every day
it's an interesting thing these
in every which way
of rocks and stones
and mountain tops
grassy moss
and waterfall drops
blue houses and red
and people too
driving about
in perma winter gloom
but the boom is there
bust over here
as we all grow tired
of living in fear
the music that comes
from their faraway shores
is enough to drive me
away from being bored
it draws you out
into the day
reminds you of life
and your very first day
it fills you with air
and gives you might
no longer are you
afraid of heights
you climb up far
on top of the mount
and you can see for miles
does the wind count?
and whispers and whiskers
on animal faces
the ones with eyes
that glisten and run paces
the footsteps in snow
and the hilltops below
are baked in the glow
of the suns last flow
and we feel the grass
soft like blankets
nobody to harass
only viking trinkets

the pressures compile as we grow out of style

the pressures compile as we grow out of style
but the winds still blow in our favor
we'll get out of here that much is quite clear
but i'm not sure if we'll have total erasure
of the past that'll haunt us more than we want
we'd rather be done rather quick
but the way things play out every day
makes me think that we'll be in for a stink
and we'll try as we may to bring good with each day
and be rather irreverent too
that'll be what we try and with all of our might
we'll amke sure to try and say boo
as the people dare stare and pop up everywhere
we dart about deftly
and they seem to be amazed with the skin on my maid
and the eyeballs focus abruptly
but i nkow that they are all fools and from mars
and we're the normal ones here
they can stare all they like but it won't buy them bikes
and meanwhile we'll be making songs clear
our tunes will haunt on as they wonder and yawn
we'll be gone before they notice
and they lumber about all slow and quite stout
we'll make some kinda hummus
i swear we'll be gone before too long
and these people won't dare miss us
they know you and i and they spy with their eye
half of them want to kiss us
we'll be gone soon i swear don't despair my fair mare
we'll be gone before seasons turn
and the sun will be out it'll make you shout
and we'll no longer have crowds follow and spurn
it'll be great i swear girl and you'll see the wide world
we'll have fun like it was truly meant
and there won't be a soul who dares interfere at all
we'll be free to pursue our amusement
and our songs we do pen will be sung all over again
by the people who did sight us there
as they utter the words inspired by birds
we'll manage to pay plane fares
and we'll find a ride there and visit everywhere
the english coast will be great
and you'll see what i've spoke and it'll give you much hope
that the world isn't all third rate.

the job hunt begins as we lose our skins

the job hunt begins as we lose our skins
and the food comes slow and tastey
and we get the looks from our grandmother tooks
and we're urged to be rather hastey
well we arent the type to do what we like
without feeling the burden
of modern life and all associated strife
the pains we've come to learn them
and soon with time we'll pay our fines
and we'll be in new places
the ways we play change with every day
and no longer shall we run in races
but as people do stare appearing everywhere
we find ourselves quite bored
woman collapses and pill pop mishaps
born witness as she snored
we played our way through the night's day
and the people stood by and watched
they seemed to be nice and said twice or thrice
that they liked the sound we rocked
we roam around streets when the sun light fleets
and police seem to emerge like bogeys
and paperwork served does upset our poor girl
but we'll soon have her sorted of these
the headache subsides as the memroy dies
but we still have problems in front
the ways we spend our every minutes end
will not keep her from bearing the brunt
but i try as i might to keep her eyes light
intact and less impacted
we'll if with care i can keep everywhere
a place she doesn't feel dejected
and as night turns to day and grass into hay
we find our plans growing stronger
the songs that we sing will keep us feeling spring
and we'll not be here much longer
and though she may no longer drive each day
she'll still have me to drive her
and we'll get her to jobs to pay off the knobs
and things'll be as they were
soon we'll be gone and never forlorn
in the eastern coasts of new england
and you'll soon my girl we'll take on the world
and life will be as it can.

we got pulled over

we got pulled over
the cops flashed his light
we sat in horror
as the lawman flexed his might
and took all my papers
and her name and height
we sat back willingly
not putting up much of a fight
i asked how much she'd have to pay
he said he didn't know
but told her about the courtroom
the place she'd have to go
and so we sat and thought
for a moment or two
while the copper drove away
having popped out and said boo
and we know now she will have a fine to pay
perhaps this'll be the beginnig of a better day
where she manages to work and have some cash in hand
perhaps that'll leave her with funds to buy instruments for the band
but the dude didn't seem to care
he drove us down without pity
didn't stop when it said so
he signed the ticket gleefully
and back at home she did groan
and sat upon the chair
she didn't like her liscense woes
this bad a defeat quite rare
but life can bestow some unweildly blows
and our duty is to stomache
and move on unfliching and strong
come home lie down in a hammock
and sip a drink with cubes and think
about positives and such
and perhaps you'll find you leave problems behind
and don't use things so much as a crutch
and we'll get through this with a kiss
and you'll find you're happy again
and your former status you'll hardly miss
you'll be fully liscened my friend
we'll turn the page in this chapter
and you'll be better off
and sooner or later you'll look back to now
and on these days you'll scoff!

they got caught up in the hussle

they got caught up in the hussle
tryin to sell us shit
but it aint worth it
their products two-bit
the kids try to get cash outa pickets
and don't care for much besides gold lockets
meanwhile the masses are unconnected
there's no compassion we're all disconnected
but kids with plans make cash all the while
they wear the clothes that're in style
and drive their cars around the place
ugly face they're just a big disgrace
tryin to make a dollar like they need it
but they don't really need any they're just greedy
strange how these are our representatives
people around town taking cash from the needy
meanwhile their eyes beady going over cash counts
they don't really give a damn about the inflated amount
that the people tend to pay for a poor sikh product
take a step back and man its hard to swallow this
but we've got some muscled types trying to shove us all around
and we're standing back and letting them take the high ground
meanwhile we're just sitting in the corners in the dark
and noone seems to have an idea nor a spark
it's just a sad time to be an indian today
there's too many people trying to pull you every which way
meanwhile the children grow without any real guidance
they're told by the world that they come from middle eastern violence
meanwhile behind us the people stare intently
they've decided to take our skin and label us relentelessly
we don't defend just bend to the whim of they
because we're the new kids on the block and don't care anyway
like some emo kid fucker we just slit our own throats
meanwhile the whites make jokes about men and goats
even the asians make comments about our skin type
a guy can't get a brake can't even go out and ride a bike
but where are the great minds of our generation
who happened to be born of our skin color veneration
they scheme behind their closed door trying to get some cash
wasting all their youth and thought in the pursuit of flash
and im tired of seeing kids cue up to get into a bar
where the music has some shreds of the indians that they are
while the name indian might be an outdated title
it's all we've got really and it's better than the bible

with resolve ill solve

with resolve ill solve
my own problems
and ill find
that im out of this mess
the forums are blighted
will all sorts of trolls
and im tired of playing
with guys with dolls
the people i know
at the open mics
seem so strange
this is what they're like
effeminate and callous
strange and cocky
they're fucked up mentally
wannabee disc jockey
but instead they bar hop
and drink days away
there isnt much for them
nonsense they'll say
and i'll find myself
sucked up in their world
it seems a waste
and even my girl
seems drawn to this
perhaps thats why
im kept from bliss
and i sigh
right now themind
seems so closed off
and i dont know why
but its pissing me off
instead of normal
functionality
im finding myself barren
and stuck miserably
the thoughts that flow
are kept from coming
the girl is strange
thats what im saying
she's got issues
from her terrible past
and it makes the band tuogh
but we both want it to last

depressing name

depressing name
is what she calls it
asks me to consider
completely removing it
and adopting another
that sounds more pleasant
at least that seems
her stance at present
but im more inclined
to maintain the misery
thats more accurate
for my own history
and i feel like
i need to ersolve
my own problems
and perhaps with resolve
ill find a way
to get back home
and then i'll be fine
you won't see me gloom
we'll roam around
and walk about
that'll be teh way
i'll spend my time no doubt
and i'll be free
for the first time in years
i'll not have a cage
around fueling my fears
ill have no consequences
except those god intended
the natural world
crumbling ground
mental prisons
are oblivious
and overwritten
by the disaterous
and we find
times leave us behind
the so called friends
pay me no mind
ive been gifted with nonsense
and left to die
its time i raised up
and got myself through this

the son of deganwy

the son of deganwy
taken as a child
moved to a land
that was completely wild
strange was the place
that he grew in
the people would stare
and cause mischief within
days would pass
with nothing to do
and all the while
that boy grew
now he's a man
young and ready
with not a thought
or a purpose of any
people would think
that he's a layabout
but really they need to
look at the layout
there's naught but fields
and empty homes you see
the people around here
are always acting strangely
there isnt much
for a boy to do
nor a man really
you'd say he's screwed
but a move is in order
and if he can manage
then the girl on his side
will give him the courage
an advantage in mind
is what he has in truth
the way of a man
whose lost his youth
we've found ways
to play our songs
and managed ways
to get our words out
but people still stare
and its hard to break
all of the gaps
that keep us caked

artificial rules binding people

artificial rules binding people
blinded by the tidings of old
we dont get to play in the streets
we just do what we're told
but life's meant to be lived
and we can be bold
that's what our bodies are for
brains can't reinforce our dermal manifold
whose world are you living in
theirs or yours
figure that out
and in due course
you'll find your way
and things will make sense
don't worry about the nerds
they're one dimensional and dense
we'll stretch our legs
as we go for a run
and we'll let down our ties
and have some fun
that'll be the day
that they stare in fear
they've never heard of this
and it's coming near
the ruge to run
and frolic outside
to be free with words
and let your minds forge a new tide
waves of change hit the earth
as people think again
that's what they grey's for
remind yourself man
and we'll come up with new thoughts
and figure out new solutions
that's the way we'll do it
and the sinners find absolution
we'll cleanse our minds of control
and go in 360 degrees
that's the way we're meant to be
follow all thoughts those and these
but live with a self determined compass
and don't let them arrest us
they only want us jailed
but we'll struggle to make sure they've failed

fuck the rules

fuck the rules
we don't need 'em
handed us a book
said it'd give us vision
but i thought it a waste
kinda stupid
trying to get us to write
and act all clueless
but these people dont seem
to really be free
they live amongst rules
can't you see
they're conformist and cheap
and don't live large
stack 'em on the heap
of people to discharge
we're not interested in being like you
get that through your head
although we might not mind meeting you
within our own bed
thats about as far as it goes
we're not really a fan
get out of our way
get out our way man
we're not down with this
the books a cage
and you're a fool
and this life's a stage.
i'm tired of bars
keeping us all locked
the meanings understood
and the communication's not lost
but the points gone
and children tied up in ropes
will never see the light of day
despite their hopes
we're kept from scribing
our thoughts down on paper
its a form of censure
and imagination erasure
no joy profs
sitting in a board room
come up with stuff
to reinforce children's gloom

broken wing birds die in apartments

broken wing birds die in apartments
as they fly vainly
the windows shut and wont ever open
they flutter helplessly
the chimneys open and not blocked
they fly down and seek the heat
once stuck they're done for
pointless chirp and bleat
found as they lay
on the carpet
a sad day
held like a pet
taken outside
into the cold
into the dumpster
their new home
hardly the farewell
of an old soldier
we stand numb
wind growing colder
we get in the car
leave town
in the backseat our every possesion
our souls groan
we drag ourselves from our home
moving to the countryside
away from the city
off to the hill to hide
we find ourselves in a basement
in a field
where we write
and see whats real
we write and fight
and find ourselves
and setup music
held together by sugar fairies and elves
the folks upstairs clamor
floorboards groaning under the weight
old house shudders
as we ponder our similar fate
they say the farm is haunted
and i don't question it
we'll be gone soon
and that should restore shit

we sit and wonder

we sit and wonder
about our blunders
and think about
big brother
we remember things
we did before
we met each other
in those days of yore
she road in cars
and sold herself
i used to go out
and frequent bars
now we've got
the future ahead
it's strange as hell
as we lie in bed
we think about
the places we'll be
we wnder about
how it'll be
will we see
how we failed
will we improve
or will we get nailed
lifes hard
when youre the loser
we didnt get much
told to move over
makin rooms no fun
never get your chance
to be in the sun
or real romance
but when down and outs
run into one another
its kinda neat
and not much of a bother
cause she like you
and youre like her
that's kinda neat
stay as you were
and we remain steadfast
in our goals in heads
we're ready to move
make sure our shits read

we tense our minds

we tense our minds
and work real hard
to get songs right
while knocking back lard
the drinks are few
but the foods shit
we used to get drunk
now it takes just a bit
we want to leave
and get out here
the folks upstairs
through cracks they peer
its strange hearing steps
and rumblings upstairs
you know they're moving
you know they're there
but we've got mics
and cords all around
the beatrix potter
dvd's that we found
a box of cereal
and juice gone bad
a fan plugged in
best girl i ever had
the place is dark
but messed up nice
a calender she bought
sick of rice
listenin to british
on the speakers
reminds me of
old people
i used to go
to an old school
long ago
it was cool
now im here
on the hill
in the fields
in midwesterville
the hicks on chairs
always stare
in mallroom walks
noone ever talks...

seems strange to me

seems strange to me
that people dont see
how wrong they are
to make people feel like shit
time passes
and these folks stay free
noone stops them
they're left be
but we're being hassled
and stared upon
the cops don't stop
just let 'em come
thats how they think
and how they are its strange man
we drive red cars
they hide in vans
we've got station wagons
that drive around us
confounded nation
take the bus
she did
and loved it
at least she says
i dont like 'em not even a bit
but the people around here
keep themselves tense
and don't allow
themselves more than a defence
guarded peoples
in conservative shrouds
driving pickup trucks
listening to unmuffled engine sounds
chicks in stores
coming onto people
with girlfriends around
doesnt seem to keep them
throwin around
all theyve got
just because
they think im hot
but its alot
to take in
and i think that i'd
rather stay in

am i to understand

am i to understand
that brown skins bad
is this real
shits outa hand
skin doenst mean shit
but these whites are makin comments
they're tryin to find a fight to pick
their racist plants impliment
trying to call us out
and make us feel offended
trying to get this road
and make it neverending
i dont find it right
that people feel free
to cause frights
in people you see
i think its strange
these folks are protected
if it were a football match
id have them ejected
there's things here
at work that suck
im surprised that skin
matters so much
but i guess its not
just the way you look
but the way they act
and how they cook
when you come
from faraway lands
youve got to really
lend a hand
but so many
of these folks
hide in shops
and fuel jokes
when you dont emerge
youre left alone
and though you have the urge
youll never be given the phone
so hide in the shadows
if youre scared
but come on out
if youre truely prepared

doherty's done another one

doherty's done another one
can't wait ti listen
the rbitish stuff
my missed invasion
back when britpop
was out and about
i was knee deep
in midwest clout
i missed the tunes
that my friends liked
meanwhile
i had my drinks spiked
i got taken on rides
and given drugs
kinda sucked
by white thugs
but times passed
and im feelin free
this appalachian ghetto
wont be holdin me
ill be goin home
and seein friends
it'll be great
fun'll never end
i'll start a real band
and do some great stuff
tired of the fucking road
that's just a bluff
entirely clear
that im ready to go
gonna get in car
and drive to the coast
we'll leave the town
and get far
we'll play tunes
and drink in bars
meet kids
and have fun
live free
thats all hun
we live in cages
perform on stages
but lifes opening up
try not to give a fuck

the guitar store

the guitar store
was kinda cool
the guy there
was no fool
grandfather
started the place
long ago
in that large space
kinda cool
he helped us out
showed me drums
left me with little doubt
out to target
where we got
our electronic drum
hit the spot
asked him to join
our young band
turned us down
but gave us a hand
spared some words
for our future
wished us well
drumming an overture
prices high
and never decent
musicians always
are expected to spend
always seemed
rediculous to me
musicians arent
rich people, gee
but they charge
large amounts
they want cash
for their depends
old as fuck
fat too
dont care if they suck
or if you go to the loo
they just want your cash
doesnt matter who you are
they forge on into the future
people come from afar

conservative kids

conservative kids
tryin to have fun
thinkin theyre cool
actin dumb
talkin real loud
when noones around
theyll say whatever
never profound
walkin in malls
bags waggin
theyre roamin around
like a big red wagon
its tiring how
these kids think
theyre cutting edge
but never blink
its crazy how
theyre so tense
they never stop
acting dense
they just do
whatever theyre told
never new
forget being bold
theyre whipped
and never stray
theyre chained and collared
and here to stay
and theyll grow up
with their parents
like hicks on porches
driving cars with dents
just new fashions
on old mines
the views of generations
should incur fines
but apparently this
is the way of the land
all these kids
are in demand
actin rude
and quite shallow
these peoples views
are quite narrow

indie girl glasses

indie girl glasses
and the indie dude hat
the way they avoid
getting caught like that
the dude there
seemed hidden away
wearing the uniform
and smiling fake
seemed like
a fuckin fool
acted like
a real tool
and didnt seem
all that open
just a jerk
acting like a moron
and the girl
with the glasses
wearing dresses
indie fashion
trying to be
a hipster girl
wore the gear
she rocked my world
but its just a fake
she hides behind
the black rim mask
its all a lie
she's just a hippy
kinda dumb
when she talks
it leaves you numb
these people wear
indie kid gear
and try to pass
for the dears
but theyre just people
trying to work the look
they dont give a shit
about any books
indie kid army
wearing their badges
trying to look the part
but its just a fashion

the way that people

the way that people
seem to force themselves
upon you
and everybody else
its fuckin shit
how thats allowed
nothin to make
you feel proud
these peoplare fake
and they strongarm
nothing good about them
shitty scent balm
walk in packs
scared of shadows
smoke packs
headed for the gallows
theyve got no imagination
and wear tight suits
they get bald
and act like fruits
some stare
others motion
some ignore
we have a solution
stick out tongue
stare cheekily
if they react
laugh merrily
thats how she
avoided gazes
smart as hell
small but amazing
she's really
tough as nails
and my girl
has some gnarly tales
but she's made it through
and stronger too
which's great dude
booking gigs she rules
in basement sanctuaries
we plan our next move
penning songs at the midnight hour
living in the disco punk groove

they want us at the open mic

they want us at the open mic
at least thats what she said
seems like kinda crazy shit
i'd rather lie in bed
the place seemed alright
but the dude fucking stuck up
didn't understand that kid
seemed like he didn't give a fuck
wore indie dude clothes
but was an ass
seemed real weird
and extra crass
tried to say
some words of hate
trying to send them
over my way
my girl just stood
and smiled weird
it was strange for her
like when i had a beard
i know better
should've done something
instead i just stood there
and did nothing
that guy got away
with a murder
while i stood back
didn't even bother
coffee shop kids
and slogans on walls
doesnt seem like
i'd like the overalls
they church their coffee
and waste their time
outside the university
working for dimes
they have no life
just their image
which doesnt even truely
explain their visage
partly conservative
plainly fake
these people're strange
and seem set to bake

the crazed people of conservative towns

the crazed people of conservative towns
have nothing to do but stare at new folk
theyre bored as hell and we all know it
their social lives a joke
they go out and dont say a word
always quiet at all times
doesnt seem like they'd be fun
doubt they'd be caught singing rhymes
all joy seems drained
all thought seems gone
people seem to refrain
from having any fun
always seem to be sad
and grow quite fat
nobody seems rad
all shit like that
but we're not like them
she just is different
im not from here
together we're indifferent
whilst others are focused
on what we do
as if they care
if we kiss too
they dont mind
and if they do
they'd never tell us
not dayton dudes
theyd just stare
and glance away
if you look at them
they'll be gone all day
but if you dont
they'll look at you
and talk about
what you do
its strange to them
that youre different
doesnt seem right
they seem hellbent
staring into your eyes
they try and figure you out
but inside their mouths are terrible lies
they just want to mess about

pawnshop guitars

pawnshop guitars
seem fine
pink and small
and might be mine
i might get
one from there
they seem real sweet
buy without care
seems real cheap
and thats real cool
should real spent
money like a fool
tired of stores
ripping singers off
we dont make cash
sold by jerkoffs
musicians starting out
dont have cash
doesnt seem fair
that its needed for flash
and that can make
music sound better
seems kinda shit
i'd probably say whatever
people work hard
for small toys
whilst people with cash
become well aquainted with joys
its not fair
to those at the bottom
why should they
need to pay for atoms
doesnt make sense
to shackle us with payment
these people are dense
we play for your enjoyment
our craft should be taught
without high prices
we shouldn't ought
to roll the dice
kids play cash for records
listeing to shit albums
time we change the way that worked
calling for industry revisions

we bought a 40 dollar drumset

we bought a 40 dollar drumset
got it from target
the guy at the store
told us to avoid it
but i got it anyway
it was so cheap
and ive been lookin for a set
so to speak
so i picked it up
shelled out the cash
drove it him
added it to the stash
seems like a neat
piece of machinery
plug it in
make drum music finery
the live show is already cool
we dont do much energy shit
im ready not to appear a fool
we'll take over this shit
people try to talk about being punks
but really walk around as conservatives
wearing the clothes and walking the walk
but afraid to utter explicatives
these people seem to be
strangers to these lands
these towns are way too small
to have real indie bands
but they call themselves that anyway
its trendy to do so
but the real people
don't really live in this time no more
you'll find them
out on the coasts
that's where we
desire to go
we're hopin to be
in a decent place
where the people will see
we're just creating space
dancing wildly
people smile
we'll have some fun
and enjoy it awhile

kids trying to insult me

kids trying to insult me
telling me im shy and shit
but i dont fuckin wanna talk to the kid
doesnt get that bit
thinks he's meant to speak with everyone
but that just seems kinda strange
kid seems kinda outa place
and psychologically deranged
and teh barkeep over at the cafe
who seemed to be sad
but then pull out my girl
and he's taklin bout the new town fads
the dude just wanted
my girl around
and was clearly after her
lay a finger and i'll pound
but we're in a basement
with music playing
british stuff
that's what im saying
we need a new sound
ours is too folk
we need something rough
tired of our show being a joke
we need a power
that comes from freedom
lets do it right
let loose the adrenaline
i guess the girls are after
me and i dont realize
my girl gets mad
we compromise
we're a team that can do
all sorts of shit
find anyone we need shit from
and we'll get every bit
that's the way it works
people help sexual targets
they'll end up as jerks
when they realize they're someone you'd forget
people pounce
on unsuspecting patrons
trying to get in pants
the strangeness of dayton

shows comin up but i dont give a shit

shows comin up but i dont give a shit
our stuffs not as good as it could be
i go home and listen to babyshambles
and listen to doherty sing with authority
our acoustic crap is shit
we're folked out and done for
i'm tired of this midwest blast
time for some true british uproar
where's the energy and freedom
these people stare trying to read us
seems like they like to waste time
trying to find junk to feed us
these people freak when nothings necessary
they dont understand how shit works
apparently there's surgery that removes an overy
this towns full of jerks
everyones gotta one up you
and full of 9/11 suspicion
they'll stare you don't without care
habits need a revision
you'll meet people who don't mind
every once in awhile
but there's always a dude behind every bar
that'd prefer a girls behind
people aren't interested in dudes
at least when it comes to networking
want a bands info and shit?
better off finding a chick to do the working
she'll just smile and be a chick
and the dude will be all over her
and that chick avoiding the dude's dick
will have all the info she was after
but as a guy its fucking shit
because you've gotta fucking bank on chicks
you can't get anything right
gotta make your girl talk to the hicks
but strangely enough the girls like me
apparently she says im hot
she got on her knees and got real near
and breathed heavy near my crotch
these people are sex starved
and they'll do anything you ask
if you make it seem like you might be fuckable
they'll consider you a worthy task

people here stare

people here stare
it's fuckin weird
we're both aware
anita caught one and leered
we walked in the mall
seemed kinda cool
told ehr to walk tall
talked about goin to the pool
the clothes were shit
the people were crazy
didn't like it one bit
music store chick racy
breathin heavy bendin over
stickin the cord into the amp
my girl got angy as the girl hovered
down so long she got a cramp
tired of slow guitar riffs
and acoustic songs
anita used to smoke spliffs
sometimes we get along
we're in a basement here
sittin around bored
she used to be a queer
living in a basement where junk was stored
the people are crazy
and conservative as shit
my memories of england hazy
but my resolve remains lit
grab a cider at the pub
grab a burger at the place
talk to the british dude my dad bought us subs
sittin down it's not a race
we've got shows in cleveland
and i'm feeling like avoiding them
will it matter in the end
that smile of her's a gem
we'll drive down and play some songs
some tunes that im not that fond of
perhaps we can right our wrongs
by making something we love
down the roads we drive
keeping boston in mind
we'll avoid this conservative hive
leave all these assholes behind

nobody reads anymore

nobody reads anymore
at least not in print
the papers are going south
anyone for a pint?
its alright because we've got the net now
people read their stuff digital
its fine because shit still gets out
editorials still vital
dont fell sad for the paper
its an old technology thats getting replaced
the functon is maintained
while popularity in old technology erased
and like most dying mediums
there will be fan boys
forging out into the unknown
playing with their newspaper toys
information will get out there
the functions are too vital
people will always share information
its just a modern tech arrival
zines get printed
young kids dreams
handed out
coffee shop scenes
build a scene
get your thoughts out
people know what you mean
grass roots effort
its important for the community
to have communication
its how youre gonna get through
societies brown skin condemnation
we've gotta have some order
and have peoples thoughst out there
if not why bother
people remember impressionable things forever
and humans come up with great ideas
look at einstein
houses built with wood
engines under the hood
dont cry for the paper
it did its job well
now we shift techs
give it some time for things to gell

DFA remixes are sick

DFA remixes are sick
they'll make you dance
off the wall shit
march in line like ants
out in nyc
where the people play
all sorts of dance shit
just about every day
with groovy bands
and a cool logo
they remix songs
make them disco
the stuffs pretty airtight
full on pressure
this stuff'll make you dance
rest assured
perhaps we'll drive out
to nyc
and try and get involved
in this indie scene
we'll write some songs
bring some keyboards down
see if we can make friends
share the sound around
perhaps we'll get gigs with big ones
and that'd be great
playing shows for people
who used to be old classmates
should be fuckin great
and wow would it be cool
if we had a room full of dancers
boy would that rule
energy music is great
it'll get you high
you'll heartbeat fast
gasp and glance the sky
sweta dripping down
people all around
dont fall down
as you hit the town
and in the end
one scene among many
but one that can change
your life totally

pull out the punk rock

pull out the punk rock
we're all pissed off
had another fight
shits getting rough
im tired of this shit
we're all fed up
time to move on
who gives a flippin fuck
fuck everyone
bang your fuckin drums
mash that guitar
smash the feedback hums
the crowds are all dead
and the bands are all soft
something deep down inside my head
tells me to move into a loft
tired of all the bullshit
ready for new lands
we'll get in the car
and get there then
we'll cause trouble
in new towns
tired of this shithole
we'll go look around
see if we can't find
a sweet place to hang
everyone we fuckin know we'll leave behind
pots and pans we'll bang
synths and strings mics that sing
and amps that blaze all over
after shows ears'll ring
be fuckin nice to have a range rover
its fuckin nuts how punks live here
in basements and bashed up bars dive
the people around make it clear
most wouldnt appreciate punk live
but its time we shifted our location
time to stop fucking fitting in their molds
time to fuckin move on
let ourselves be open be bold
with iron resolve
we'll take the land
driving around
in a rotton tin can

why move to a place and not embrace it

why move to a place and not embrace it
why seperate your kids from their friends
why encourage paranoia
dont you see this makes life end
kids kill themselves over the misery
and parents seem to ponder it for eternity
we're born to be free
don't impede it, let them remain merry
they're always in such a hurry
to force the kids to be something specific
but those pains arent put on indians
who grew up west of the pacific
kids over there are just normal
the things they learn are institutions in the country
the history anscestors and the written spoken language
if you want to continue this feel free
but never take away the freedom of children
trust me when i say it will kill them
and as we grow up its hard to forgive them
these peoples views need a complete and utter revision
it worries me how little people change
lessons to learn from left alone
these people seem so strange
pick you from skin to bone
doesnt seem like we can rely
on our folks anymore
they'll fuck you up with every try
tired of self bled gore
time to move on
and make wounds better
keep clean my shirt
invite written letters
but keep them at arms length
until they realize the wrongs
perhaps they'll make it on their own strength
and listen to you sing songs
but there's so many kids out there
who aren't so lucky
caught in the doctor rush
parents always in a hurry
we need to learn
to be more realistic
encourage kids with love
stop being massacistic

where are the indian kids playing rock and roll

where are the indian kids playing rock and roll
seems to me these kids dont got no soul
they just sit around piss and home
because their mom and dad want them alone
these kids seem destined to be doctors in my eyes
doesnt seem like they can see through parents lies
they just seem to be predestined to live out their lives
with arranged marriages and unloved wives
meant to go to college and study
meant to find other indians to be buddy buddy
supposed to go and learn about dance
indian kids are afraid to be cuddly
taught to stand straight and study at school
groomed for the life of a conservative fool
in their parents minds their kids are their jewels
and life is constantly bound by rules
it seems like kids dont ever get a chance
to live life free and experience romance
as they grow older their artistic hopes dashed
forced into another bhangra dance
the music and language are ever present
signs of a land that isn't visually evident
teaching views that just arent current
encouraged at 30 to remain at parents residence
time doesnt fave these kids
they get married off one by one
and the path of least resistance
is to become what their wants want
who are these kids really
have they ever wondered
what they might be
if they'd not surrendered
they give up so much
just to do what their parents say
lose their imagination and their life
just to follow the indian way
its such a strange thing
when parents force things like this
living in a country named america
why force kids through indian shit
a little bit of culture does no harm
but locking kids in basements does
accept your children for what they become
and it'll be better than it ever was

lip sync celebrity

lip sync celebrity
standing on the stage
seems like they're getting away with murder
while being all the rage
people don't seem to mind
that they're not really singing
i wonder if they're blind
but the money they'll keep raking
paris sings her songs
and people seem to enjoy
have they all taken hits from bongs
suckers of a lip sync ploy
i wonder if they even write their songs
i hear theyre given them
will they ever right these wrongs
or will they keep taking credit to pay the rent
id like to be told if theyre faking it
i wanna know the deal
if one of my favorites were doing it
id be pissed for real
they'd probably be worse in my eyes
i dont think id like em as much
its a tactic that i'd probably despise
faking singing and such
but people seem to buy tickets
and critics dont seem to say much
the government doesnt seem to protect against this
meanwhile courts clogged with anti torrent fudge
its such a rediculous situation
and some people claim
they hate any rich administration
and people who demand fame
sportsman and inherited wealth
barons and inventors
should we toast to their good health
worrying about them seems rediculous
it seems like the rich have a grip
on our minds and lives
they are smoehow improtant enough for us to remember
and their million dollar wives
but the truth is they're just people
and they're very much like us
focus on your own life and history
dont bother about others so much

she went to my school

she went to my school
when i was young
back in heathfield
before my iron lung
we had green uniforms
and played outside
i guess there's pictures
of her and me inside
its crazy to hear
she's in the same industry
what're the odds
gotta be going down in history
its weird to hear
she's already successfull
and meanwhile im
just chillin hopefull
i guess ive gotta get out there
make things happen
otherwise i'll just be in one place
while she gets all the action
no offence to emma
she's got a great band
i want some attention too!
ive gotta be in demand
so i guess im gonna try
and get big here
its the cliche i know
but whats there to fear
failures normal
its a chance to learn
and success is great
for which we yearn
but we'll sit on stages
and try to make impressions
if we can change mind
we'll overcome divisions
we've got the added difficulty
of overcoming prejudice
people have their minds made up
they're not ready for this
but brown skin boy
and white skin girl
will write some music
and change the world

this new rave stuff

this new rave stuff
my old friends playing
went to nursery school
thats what im saying
got her on the radio
of lastfm
kinda cool to hear her
when are we going again?
the musics fresh
and its better than anything else
its got its ear to the ground
and keeps you from making sense
you dance around
to the repetative sound
the bits sounding real melodic
gets you to move around
keeps things interesting
kinda hearthrobbing
you dance around real fast
hard to keep your head from spinning
great that she made it so early
i heard they passed singles round clubs
sounds like theyre a sensation
hopefully fame rubs
we're on our way someplace new
perhaps a place where the scenes are cool
somewhere we dont feel like performing fools
and a place where we're not asked to follow the rules
i never was much of a conformist
i usually do whati want
i was different from the start
school class mates fuckers and cunts
as we grow older
the sounds get more real
the way they make things sound
is our real age feel
now its like we've got our own stuff
and i don't feel so desperate
this was what i've been waiting for
the rest can wait
our times finally here
our musics out loud
and we've got nothing to fear
just pound beats be proud

tensed up kid

tensed up kid
with the brown skin
on selds we slid
everyone wishes they were thin
juice and cereal lyin on the floor
guitar chords are hard to do
and the walls are bear
the mics look cool
in my underwear
bowls and bottles and sheets all over
books on walls and computer moved over
tv black and empty off
at some of those indie high brows i scoff
we've got to kinda put together some kinda interesting movement together
keep ourselves a reason to stay interested
and perhaps if we're lucky we'll get remembered "forever"
all this time and money invested
in the basement we're forever rested
getting shows in unknown places
and driving cars in tight spaces
dancing nights in downtown bars
forty year old ravers trying to grope my girl
twenty year old worshippers preach the gospel
hell i might as well give the floor a whirl
round we dance she's drunk as hell
and the crowd stares on mesmerized as well
a man flashed me a thumb up
was a strange sign with a grin i was like what the fuck
we walked out and talked in the rain
i was since then never the same
we had a heart to heart about nothing
and then got back in the car again
stopped at the farmhouse field
got out the guitar and played the old familiar feel
got complimented about our songs
how longs it been since you've played ping pong
im thinking about the mess we've invested in
mics and cords don't know where to begin
there seems to be a sign of some kinda shortage
for food we'll perhaps have to forage
but gamings gone just music left
and perhaps this school college advent
we'll see if there's people around
and will she ever pay the rent

three fuckin countries want me

three fuckin countries want me
not sure which one i belong to
i think the fourth is my option
take the plane to iceland dude
india was where my parents were born
over where the land is warm
the elephants roam on the streets
and the pigs call the drains their home
and you can get streetside dosa
just be careful about the food
you dont wanna get sick there
that would be entirely uncool.
wales was where i was born
land of green and hills
spent alot of time in england
thats where my folks paid their bills
went to a school named qegs
and heathfield before that
but the place burned down
never got to visit thats a fact
midwest's where we moved to
and where ive been for many years
all the torture ive faced here
could drive a grown man to tears
but ive remained none the less despite the mess
and have started to write songs
people seem to like those things i confess
and thats how we get along
but icelands the place where my dreams're takin me
i look pictures up all the time
the ice and snow and all the greenery
natures winter howl sublime
home of sigur ros and bjork
theyve got some great scenery
great fish in which to stick forks
ride cars in the snow wearily
im torn between these three worlds
there's no easy way to get out of this
three places seeking my allegience
i bet you most white people dont envy us
i guess my skin is supposed to tell me something about my character
but it certainly seems like a poor indicator
ill be dealing with this identity crisis
and remembering my english radiator

that old school of mine

that old school of mine
where i used to go
used to wear a uniform
oh so long ago
the kids are now all grown up
and they seem to still be friends
i guess my parents fucked up
i listen to radiohead's the bends
seems like time passes slow over here
there's never much to do
i wish my thoughts were more clear
i feel like a fucking fool
while my old classmates are living it up
im sitting in a basement
i almost feel like im stuck
tired of pixes's debaser
i need an eraser
something that'll redo this
i don't know why they bother
i almost feel like saying screw this
i wish i had one of those uniforms
with all those cool buttons and shit
i think they called the grades forms
slam a soccer ball and see how far its hit
gymn class on a rope
act in plays in front of class
after the move to america mope
join with the kids and be an ass
we'll play recorder and violin
and use old school floppy discs
we used to make model airplanes
and used to make soccer game risks
shivi used to live in a big house
and had cool computer games
frogs in the backyard no larger than a mouse
creeks behind the fence it rains
grap a map and a compass and go
follow the map and see where you are
run with your friends and walk with a pack
make sure that you dont wander too far
grab a tie and a jacket
pull up your socks and use a garter
there's english rigor don't bother fighting it
remember son you'll be british forever

1509 is when they founded that school

1509 is when they founded that school
oh so long ago
i used to go there when i was young
wore ties and garters yo
the palce is old and made of stone
and the eating halls of wood
the classrooms were quite small
and the kids were a sort of brotherhood
we'd go swimming on certain days
and out to fields on others
we'd play pogs on the blacktop outside
a kid named matthew we'd bother
terminator and predator were big
and soccer was our main thing
we'd go inside the coat room and then to class
and in the mornings we'd sing
we'd have an orienterring class
where we'd go outside
and on the fields for soccer practice
make sure not to be offsides
im not sure they called it back in those days
playing on fields marked off with cones
and dressing room razzings and cricket game matches
and old walls made out of stones
the teachers were cool and the kids my friends
id been there for awhile
but my folks decided it was time to move
so we left with style
and though i was gone far away
the kids would sent me letters
mister milnes had made sure
that they werent returned to senders
and i went back years later
to visit my old school
but mister monk had died so they said
in a way i felt a fool
because the place was completely clear
of teachers at all familiar
and friends i came to depend on then
were now suddenly superior
they had a network i didnt have
and i would've if i'd stayed
but it's turned out the way it has
and i'm meant to find my own way

people stare

people stare
they dont seem to get me
something about the clothes i wear
or the skin on me
i dont udnerstand what they might think
they never ever seem to blink
its strange for me to walk around
and have people staring always down
i'd just like some peace and quiet
some spotlight turned away
but i don't ever really get that here
never seems to be that way
ive got brown skin
and they can't grasp that
it's such a shock to them
its whack
but these people dont get punished
and cops dont stop the crimes
they just leave me to wakl the streets
and go home to write rhymes
thats all they really do
force you to find your own way
but its funny because when shows roll around
theyre standing in line for you waiting to pay
give them something to listen to
and they'll fall in love
but walk around and be afraid
and you'll get in the face with a glove
youve gotta watch over your shoulder
never know whose going to come knock you over
gotta try and stand your ground
else youll find yourself in the lost and found
nobody stands up for someone with brown skin
especially if they dont call you black
i think its weird that people care
where my skin at
but in the end they are morons
they base their judgements on my tone
its strage but they continue to try
and decide about brains from skin and bone
in the end they lose and i win out
they end up being caught up
and ill be free to be me
and things'll work out you'll see

i got taken from england

i got taken from england
and moved to here
down in the midwest
where nothing is clear
they say america's
a puritanical place
its certainly not the right spot
for my kinda race
i'm tired of stares
and disbelief
once im out of here
it'll be a relief
i can't decide
between california or boston
either way when we get in the car
we'll lose them
the mob is after me
im tired of running
its time i had some peace of mind
they should have seen this coming
its not right for a kid to live like this
its not right to take him fro his own
now im in this strange place
where nothing here is of my own
my skin color is a constant impression
people here seem to be unable to imagine
that a guy with dark brown
can be from england's dustbin
but its true im welsh and there's nothing that can be done
i just came that way
youre just going to have to deal with it people
because im here to stay
im not going to change my past
just because you cant handle it
you need to deal with my life
or you can say fuck it
and ill say fuck you
and i wont waste time
ill just go my own way
and write rhymes
so decide if you want to be involved
ive got alot going on
if you want to go your own way
ill just send you to mental oblivion

the kids on the net now

the kids on the net now
even though he's dead and gone
it's weird to see his face around
even if you can't get 'em on the phone
his folks live nearby
she tried to get me there
i stayed away for awhile
emotions i can't bear
the dudes tunes are on my pc
and ive got him a few cds
we'll see how people act
wonder if things'll just be peachy
i was warned against making copies
they don't want a profit
neither do i really it's not mine
just trying to mentally drop it
i just have to do this one thing
get it off my chest
put together this album
and then finally lay him to rest
i'll move on and strive forward
i'll try to be the best i can
that's how that kid always was
taught me how to be a man
the kid was suave and always had suits
wore black shoes that were shiny
kid always kept his hair combed
and messes always tidy
the kid would look out for other people
make sure they never saw his inner evils
i appreciate the things he did
inside he was just a kid
but there's so many things that can be said
now he's ashes gone and dead
you could blame the parents or the friends
but in the end it was a thought in his own head
thats what got him the overdose
and there's not much any of us could do
i was a cripple emotionally
all i had was a good view
but now we stand looking back
and the kid did alot of great stuff
i've been moving forward and working
making sure that he'd think it's enough

are women inferior

are women inferior
they say it seems to be so
are we to believe this
is that the way things go
i think theyre all full of shit
and its far from believable
they say men stare and women are watched
and while that does seem real
can you asnwer me why people do those things
its because theyve been taught so
and if you change your parenting style
all those habits will go
we need to realize that its all about socialization
and the way we bring kids up
if you continue to mold and meld them strangely
they'll continue to play flip cup
we've gotta get folks to realize
that it's not ok to be better
equality is the real and true reason
and keep away from turtle neck sweaters
at laest if we're on the subject of good advice
might as well speak truely
don't want kids feeling strangely because
they mistreat genitals cluelessly
its not a power that sex organs have
to mold a mind and spirit
those things are things we grow to be
some people fear it
im tired of all the forced upon rules
and strange stipulations
its time we stopped playing games
and just enjoyed sexual relations
thats the only way we can make ourselves better
to do whats best for us
the only way we can undo the wrongs
give in to animal lust
they seem to say our nature is wrong
our instincts can't be trusted
but these people learn life from books and gods
their minds are obviously busted
we need to isntead forge out on our own
and figure the world out for ourselves
then we'll find right and wrong
and perhaps dwaves and elves

so many people gettin pulled over

so many people gettin pulled over
it doesnt see mright to me
i dont feel like im guilty
just because my skin is brown im still free
anyone who thinks im wrong is crazy
they feel like we should be caged and watched
i feel like they should be kept from power
we should make sure their plans are botched
appeal to your friends and neighbors
show them youre just like them
dont be a stranger get out in the community
a changed mind is a true life gem
we sit indoors and feel paranoid
we expect the whites to beat us
i feel like thats self sabotage
i feel like our fear reveals us
if we want to be successful we've got to be free to act
you can't make a decision with your hands tied
people who don't stay on top of their game get sacked
if you lost enough then soon dreams died
we have to keep our minds clear if we want to live free
we can't be held down by any problems
people are always going to try and bring us down
they find joy in making our lives full of dulldrums
we need to find those that find it revolting to act that way
and make those are friends thats our best bet
we cant stay isolated indoors alone
its time we got together and made sure shits set
its time we stopped thinking of race as a source of information
we can't consider it to be any kind of indication
we've got to start being real about this
that is if we want true life bliss
i want to just live free and peaceful
i think most agree that goals wonderful
lets make sure we dont go down the wrong path
lets not regret things when we get to the aftermath
i want to make sure the next generation is taken care of
we need to make sure they have more guidance than we did
make sure to show them lots of attention and love
and make sure they don't hide like we hid
its time we came out of the shadows and stepped into the light
we need to start living our dreams while we're still alive
death is the true oppressor noone can hide from
lets make sure that nothing stands in our way when we're in line for the ride

we've gotta ride through this

we've gotta ride through this
don't let 'em abuse us
we've gotta not get confused
keep your eyes on future bliss
as times goes by the storm will pass
and as we connect together we'll be a mass
and we'll manage to get our stories out
and we'll end the problems where people get harassed
i'm tired of all the pakki nonsense
they walk around trying to brand us with some patriotism
that's a revision of reality and a weak defense
these guys need a mental revision
the way that we seem to just keep our heads down
just fuckin makes me frown
yeah we're a fuckin brotherhood
but not the way they want us to believe in now
our skins the same that's all there is to this game
i'm not from your country and don't worship your sect
we've gotta keep our minds in the right frame
lets be real and see where our lives truely intersect
these people try to identify us by our differences and not whats the same
well i've got news for ya we're 90 percent identical
these people like to hope their power'll reign
but there exist forces oppositional
we'll do this the right way not with guns but love
we'll make friends with neighbors and get the news out
brown skins the same as white its the grey that's the issue
and maybe we'll get to the bottom of what this racist issue's all about
i bet its fear and absolute fucking tied up'ness
these people are tied up and can't fucking think
we need to open the fuckers to emotional release
maybe that'll cause them to finally blink
these staring fools need to look the other way
it's time they respected our comfort
perhaps they need to be put in the hot seat for a day
we'll see what kindof reactions they sport
so days pass and i think of the past times i was harassed
sometimes by friends at least people i'd come to depend on
but i think that was the best this society had and i got put to the test
in the end at 10 years old i was just a fuckin pawn
now im older and bolder and tired
it's crazy because thinkin about it makes me wired
the closer i get to actin the more i tense up
and perhaps i'll reach that point that's desired.

theyre callin their women lesser

theyre callin their women lesser
if theyve had relations with an indian
what the fuck is that bullshit motherfucker
we're all just fuckin human
these people are off their rocker
makin jokes like chris tucker
nervous as shit doesn't sound all that good
listens a waste so why bother
just tune it out and turn if off
think its time we called their bluff
they laugh when we don't come down hard
on all that sort of racist stuff
but its enough, i'm tired
and i'm wired
these people have inspired
me to no longer be retired
ill come out of hiding
all the while my time biding
ill unleash all that ive got
and here i go with all hopes riding
these people need to back off
they need to realize they're just jackin off
im out here to call their bluff
everything they say is just a cheap knockoff
meanwhile their brains are empty and ready
to be filled with some sorta truth and reason
im here to bring good news and keep steady
we're accusin these fuckers of treason
religion and government protect us from bullshit
but people in power places tend to abuse it
and here we are trying not to confuse this
realize we're dealin with bad people don't forfeit
we've gotta maintain our inner good
i guess like the blacks we might come up in our hoods
have a brotherhood within which we're understood
and make sure there's no bad blood and do what you would
if you truly felt freely let that be the way you act really
you understand that they try to put you down
hates their name its their namesake
gotta make sure you don't let 'em make you frown
we're tryin to survive and make it through
times are hard like times can be
don't let 'em take you down try to follow the rules
and then when future roles around we can legally ensure future safety

they say its got 50 percent indians

they say its got 50 percent indians
does that mean they're all patriotic
i don't really consider myself havin ties to that place
it's not personally significant or historic
i came up in a place called blackburn
grew up in a cul de sac
used to go play soccer every driday
used to walk down the street and back
they'd have balls across the fence
over down in the ditch
once caught a frog in a tin
i'll buy a place there if i get rich
those kids played soccer and video games
now they're out in college
some got buff others got emo
and im over stateside listenin to henry rollins
weird how time can change a man
and the places change too
went over there it was freezing damn
i probably looked like a fool
stopped in the train with a backpack on
must've been profiled
seems fuckin strage they'da pulled me over
kinda fuckin wild
but i'm just a kid with brown skin
doesn't have fuckin indiciation of whats within
they've no idea of my inclination
but im sure mistreatment is where the problems begin
im not plannin on committin any crimes
but i'll do what i can to make the stories heard
how these people act foolish for public times
and i'll be sure to pass on the word
this place doesn't seem like a friendly one
and it's not the place i grew up in
sittin in a shop eating a baked bun
grab a beer and recall how shits been
ive been bad over in america
sittin in a fuckin basement
nothing to do but just roam around idly
lookin for another arrangement
these people are paranoid and im tired of shit
and i want a chance to turn the tables
give me a chance to live freely
and for them to get sent to the horse stables

they say southalls got alot of indians

they say southhalls got alot of indians
got alot of sikhs
even the town signs
in gurmuki a language they'd speak
seems like the central spot
where everybody's at
you'd be in the majority
wonder if there's any cool indian cats
wonder if those kids call themselves indian
or do they consider themselves british
they werent born over there
grew up on chips and fish
i guess ill have to ask some friends of mine
if they consider it a cool place
might be worth a visit
i'd be the majority race
i bet there's tons of food
all from over in india
not really my type of shit
heh, i've definately seen better days
i bet there's dhol and bhangra
and all sorts of indian artists
maybe i'd find some dhol banga's
and maybe a cheap apartment
i wonder what lifes like
living over there
all your neighbors have the same skin
i guess people roam without care
at least while in their hood
surrounded by similar lookin folk
but the point is im not like them
im not from that same yolk
sure my folks were born over there
but i was brought up in wales
grew up in lancashire
where it rains snows and hails
and i dont really have that culture in me
im more british than anything
built upon that an american uppringing
and now guitar songs i sing
i'll probably be a black sheep
one that doesn't fit in
hel when i set foot in that town
don't know where to begin

they kept me under their thumb

they kept me under their thumb
and i took would i could get
i was a desperate son
continued on without regret
these people snubbed me
and left me for dead
but that didn't phase me
bad thoughts leave my head
these are my friends
they're all i can get
in the end
never forget
so i'd usher bad thoughts
away from my head
even though we often fought
and i knew it was dead
i pushed it anyway
cause i needed things too
and i think i got used in the same way
creeps are fools
but something happened
i woke up
when the vivek death impacted
i suddenly gave more of a fuck
no longer being told
no longer kept at bay
i wasn't getting sucked into the fold
this was going to be my day
and so i moved far
and wrote much
i drove by car
open mics and such
met a girl
whose with me today
she rocked my world
i feel lovely this way
and ill keep seeking
to live complete
through curtains i was peaking
now its time for me to speak
the stage is waiting
the crowd is eager
its the day ive anticipating
its taken forever

surrounded by naysayers

surrounded by naysayers
every time i had an idea
dont know why i surrounded myself
with those kinds of people
but i guess they were my tribe
we flew the same banner
we were all people
whose lives were disasters
but still i was persistant
i hated closed off people
and within my niche
i continued stubbornly with my will
you can't give up
the thought never occured to me
don't understand why
so many people let themselves fade into history
i don't really know whats going on
but i think we're ushered into groups
by people like us
and paraded around like circus troupes
why can't we just be ourselves
and not be branded with names
loser isnt a friendly title
tired of playing their games
feels so conservative
and extremely restrictive
im tired of all this
wonder when i'll decide to forgive
but for now im angry
these people take away my freedom
they've kept me chained up for years
without any good reason
i think that these people are crazy
i think they wanna keep us all down
they want us to remember our differences
fuck them my guitar sound resounds
ill sing and play music
create myself space
these people can fuck off
leave this place
and we'll be free
in some distant land
we'll get there by car
and tour the land

chicks arent really different

chicks arent really different
at least thats how i see it
just a bit of rearranged skin
just a couple knobby bits
are those enough to determine her mind
enough to gague her worth
i think its strange
that we shackle the source of birth
that is profoud i'll agree to that
but it's not enough to elevate them above
in the same sense we should't try and be doing that crap
eschew equality and love
fifties wives are fucking sick
and looking at womens rights is crazy
we're all born equal don't you see
our self imposed mental prison is hazy
fucking rediculous that we can't think for oruselves
we've gotta be so damn conservative
people don't think out loud for themselves
instead they follow the lives they've been forced to live
and nobody makes much progress from there
they've leared to be submissive and quiet
but in the 80s there was this neat movement
that lit the fuse for the grrl riot
people need to stand up for their space
and like those rappers of the early hip hop days
creating space through their music
their words beats and outrage
they create space for themselves
to exist within
and inside that vaccuum they cleared away
their lives truely were ready to begin
safe from harm bad words and looks
the people were able to create with freedom
just add some bass to knock off the hooks
and blast away with words, go read them
they wrote stuff that'll open minds
and stem the tide of ignorance
but is this something that should be confined
to the african american experience
nah i think we need to ship up
and recognize we have a power
to end all pain and make possible the progress
now is our dying hour

how different is she really

how different is she really
just missing a dick
what's that supposed to effect
are you saying that makes her thick?
i think she can do everything i can
and she's definately smart as hell
you can try and stand in her way if you want
but you don't have a shot in hell
the girl put together shows
its pretty fuckin awesome
and you know what really blows
mom relations fucking gruesome
we needa kinda realize
that thereisnt a difference
you don't need to impose your isolation
just live your life and don't give a shit
there's plenty of ignorant people out there
but all they've got is words
there's not much they can do
back up ideals with fists ya heard?
take the blows heart keeps on beating
the people can't stop it
eventually resistance becomes fleeting
people just drop it
gender notions and societal roles
always seemed quite weird to me
chicks dancing naked on stripper poles
to an old mans glee
gays keeping themselves hidden and seperate
thinking its the best way for them
doesn't seem great entirely confederate
that dress they needa rehem.
people try and call you seperate and difference
splitting you apart by whats new
but we've got more in common
that's the better world view
we sit and judge from couches
and think our opinions vital
but armchair slackers cant make good judges
time ticks down seconds final
we've got time given to us it's not infinite
and you've gotta bear your soul before you die
if you don't wanna live with regret
and die without ever claiming having lived a real life

the way these companies seem to feel

the way these companies seem to feel
as if we're just their pawns
is strange as hell doesn't many any sense
we're paying their bills after all
they are our subservients they do our bidding
they clearn our toilets so to speak
what right do they have to rise up against
and control our lives every dip and peak
these people are crazy and governments bought
and fairness just doesn't seem the way
and so many people have been served fines
way more than they can pay
the children who download innocently
are notthe same as murderers
they don't deserve a fine or jail time
it's just a sign of change murmers
they say history repeats itself
and this was how they reacted to cassette
it allowed people to make new copies
stopped ceos from buying corvettes
but a good business man will ride the tide
and change his model with time
that allows him to stay on top
helps him keep his gold mine
but these music fellows are lazy fat cats
can't adpot a new model
it's too ahrd for them to thinkone up
burned out music boom bubble
the freedom to choose how you spent your time
is one i find inherent
and i don't feel a court or any judge
can prove to me it's advent
no this freedom is intrinsic and we are infringed
the copyright a handcuff
protected by paper stamped with government ink
its all one big courtroom bluff
these people all know they can't stem the tide
technology pushes on regardless
they try as they may to sue and hide
but eventually they'll be pennyless
so instead of making potential customers disgruntled
perhaps greet customers with a smile
after all
we're planning on staying awhile

the pirate bay

the pirate bay
leads the way
thruogh murkey waters
bring together a modern day caucaus
should people be allowed to share
or shall people not dare
were our mothers wrong
can we no longer share song
its a gift man has given
one generation to another
these laws need a revision
in adherence most people won't bother
we deserve to be free
the corporation doesn't control me
we deserve to be
whatever we feel
controls cannot come
in post 9/11 paranoia
tapping the phones
governor of california
stares and whispers
in the streets
the people are gathering
this impressive feat
built the tracker
host the files
distribute faster
than the mail flies
new technology
should be embraced
fat cat corporates
need cash to stay shitfaced
they argue for artists
but really solicit for pockets
its an absolute disaster
gold medallions and lockets
suing the children
chaining the free
disallowing freedom
how can this be
let the government keep us safe
from the greedy fat hands
lets not live in fear
let love guide our hands

guilty of murder

guilty of murder
a revisions in order
giving the number
just avoid her
she's no good
living with a kid
makes his folks
make her bed
she tries to squeeze
shit from kids
if she can't be pleased
will never forgive
holds a grudge
when not waited on
expects the world
to answer when called upon
she shot herself up
strung herself out
smoked herself up
now full of doubt
has dreams but doesn't try
likes music but alway hides
scared of how she might die
never stops her junk rides
rehab is a common thing
goes in and out all the time
gave the dude a number to ring
that should've been a sure sign
but she did it in secret
away from my eyes
next thing i know
my good friend dies
she shows up crying
says she feels bad
it didn't add up
years later i was mad
she gave him the poison
which took his life
now wants forgiveness
for her bloody knife
don't think she deserves
any real pity
just fucks the weak
and tries to look pretty