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A Jose Canseco Bat?
00:26
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[Instrumental]
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I found a brand new place to hide
A didactic song in mind
That will give us meaning to our lives
Or least pretend when sung in time
I don’t want to be the one who’s waiting
I don’t want to be the one who’s left behind
I don’t need a song of sadness
I need a reason to survive
I will be coming home again
All the moments of our lives have forged into a single hand tick
The once and future kings returned to claim the throne from what’s been wasted
I will be coming home again
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Squirrelaholic
03:02
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We'll take it back, all they stole
All the life inside your soul
We were made to work for a common lord
And feudalized for a useless war but no
No I won’t be denied
Of my basic human rights
We will overcome
And sing the songs our father’s sung but no
We’re still waiting
I will not be scared
Or under prepared
We’re not number ones
We’re their bastard sons
Now we turn to our gods
Armani suits of a grand façade
They play the parts they said they would
We play the parts they said we should but no
No I won’t be denied
Of my basic human rights
We will overcome
And sing the songs our father’s sung but no
We’re still waiting
See the streets glow
With passion
And I’m not alone
Hear the band play
We’re coming
We’re coming home
Take it back, all that they stole
All the life inside your soul
We were made to work for a common lord
And feudalized for a useless war but no
We’re still waiting
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I am skin and bones, hair and thread until my sunset comes
In which I return to the earth in hope that I’ll go back to where I belong
I want to see the pieces of the world that I’ve been promised for so long
They’re so inviting
A picture of a place I’ve never been
Courageous stories that could fit
Into the place that is where I belong
From Aracebo Puerto Rico
To Rochester New York to ex’s
Loans and growing old or gaining my own self control
Has brought me full circle with what I know to be the final truth
My father, mother, friends
All wait for something else to finally begin
But the days only bring us more war in refrain
We’re patient
And still nothing comes but sadness
Disappointment like love that was sand in my hands, falling out
It starts to form the shore that harbors hate
It’s so dependent
On judgment of one’s life so far
It carries on to form the perfect weight
For our descendents
No evil to rise up against
Just the burden breaking our chance
But there’s a world
Far out past the breaker
Where the skyline meets up with the sea
All the moments of your life fall into one thought
At this moment you are finally free
You can see hope go on for miles
Past forever, past everything we know
It starts with a single first step
Are you ready? Ready to begin?
Breakout!
Get up and get out and get the fuck out of town
Get up and get out and make a life for yourself
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5. |
Welcome To The Desmond
02:14
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This is my heart, this is my flesh
Not for sale to an empire growing
Hungry for a vessel to continue the killing
And everything that’s beautiful will be buried by its sound
The sound of falling down
And never getting back up again
We shrink our hearts in anger to add more kindling to the human fire
We burned the beds while sleep stood still inside genocide trails
For years to come our flesh will make their currency till face is saved
Our lives and fates are not commodities to be put at stake
I hear the sound of the breaking out
Of souls of the recent departed
Our war is faith, faith based we will find a better way
To peace, so pure it will stop the burning of the world
Am I strong enough to follow action?
And claim that faith has made me active
When my father came to the United States, he sold his body just the same
And how could he fight when that’s four years down the drain?
Jesus, will you help find what appears to be a lack of faith
If I do believe, would you even come back to this place?
With no one as my witness, put nails through my arms and I will not ask for forgiveness
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My throat is broke from cold of early morning snow
Slip slide from tire tread on empty frozen roads
And it always feels the same
I'm ready for a break
Here I am
Where does the world begin?
In the womb or six feet in?
Or does the world exist when your labor helps to make the market grow
My legs become the roots
And soil fills my shoes
Arms outstretched to cut in two
But I will stand my ground to say
Here I am
We shake with the earth and soot
And the skin of the soul still faded
I want to wash it out
And wear it as the crown of the kingdom
I’ve been to hell and back again
As strength was forged by heat and brick
So I can face the world outside
Because I am still alive
Here I am and here I’ll stay
So take us to market when
When submit to the asking bid
Starving till we’re paper thin
And delivered to employers across the earth
We do this because we have no choice
But I say we have a voice
And we can sing with faith and poise
We can sing with everything we have
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I will follow
Down the path that I've swallowed
Till it brings me home
I can't keep up
With the speed of culture I come from
But we can refuse
The profiteering of our youth
I need a getaway
A getaway from
The speed of values that seem to counteract the morals I was taught
Days turn into years by night and I feel left behind like a lover without a heart
I can’t complain
Or pray for rain
When everyone else feels the same
Feed to mass produced
Then to consume
And then to procreate
But when does the space between the words
Fit in to make room for happiness?
Art or love or faith are the hands that pray
In the redemptive holiness
We failed to make communication
With these devices held in our hands
But across the East Ave lights
I sat with you and watched the sky
The whole world was listening
We must slow down
The world moves by so fast
I have no time to react
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I don't know anymore
If the boy I was still wants to be the man that I'm supposed to be
So I'll stop the car
Catch an hour's sleep
Dream of love inside the driver's seat
I have 10 hours more
Before a hotel bed
Guides me back to where I know
That I will be waiting outside of the gates of Hell
With no promise of our redemption
What I can promise I’ll fight back what brought us here
The demons of our distanced love
Across the state or further west
Our past is falling out between our hands
On my knees and begging for forgiveness
Please just listen because I’m laying my heart out for all to see
I want to be with you
(And I will be waiting and I will be waiting here)
From feet to chest to bone
But I want to do it right
(And I will be waiting and I will be waiting here)
Like I should have all those years ago
I’ve seen the beauty of this love
It comes from our dark times
I made myself a mission
I’m starting over
Running through the tall grass
Across the bay onto the isthmus
Was the point at which I knew I wanted every piece of you
The sleeping towns we drove around
Will never hear our song again
But it plays for every memory
Of a perfect goodnight kiss
I will find you someday
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9. |
Graduation Day
03:35
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There were some rules I made
Before my 18th Birthday
The first rule is when I fall in love, it will be forever
The second rule I made is that I’d marry the right girl
The third that I made is that I’d die a rich man
The fourth and final rule I made
Is that I’d stop being afraid to live
There I was on my graduation day
With speeches being made like empty torn-out shells
Everyone in the stadium was relieved to know they didn’t have to deliver
Those speeches to an apathic and careless crowd
They tried to put this in me but that’s not me and it never was
I will carry this inside me
I don’t want to breakdown
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I will be coming home again
Get up and get out and make a life for yourself
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