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ELLA
02:59
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we've been waiting around in misery
formative years spent believing
that the days of the future would be heaven sent
a day would come around when our effort spent
brought us all the things we need
the kind of life we're bred to seek
but our attitudes have changed and so our dreams
now we chase a life between the seams
run like hell
run like hell
sails in the wind
backs to this town
this place has dried up
there's nothing left
but the ghost of resignation
and the smell of death
with the passion of youth
no ending mapped
we flee these streets
as we attempt
to break tradition
expectations
we're tired of this life of repetition
your expectations have got us nowhere
your thoughtless onslaught of perceived know-how
have left us without the tools we need
to succeed in a way that we believe
leaves more doors open in the land of closed
more and more options in the time of no
we set out on the world to find
the place of places
the time of times
your expectations won't hold us back
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Police State
02:12
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the zeppelins fly high in the hot desert sky
you'd never know it but they use these things to provide
all the intel they can gather as they're building their case
they watch you while you drive, while you sleep and romance
only you can't hear the shutter, can't see the flash
they gather up your photos no release no advance
you can't cross their gates, their secrets they keep
your life's an open book for all their agents to see
we live in a police state
and if you think anything's changing
you're dead wrong
you better carry 'round all your papers, ids
the coppers on the streets have a license to see
if you fail to prove your status during routine checks
it's the slammer overnight for you and all of your friends
and if you dare to speak your mind over private phone lines
if you get a little lippy in electronic mail
they'll collect all of your data
throw it back in your face
they're looking for a hint for a clue for a trace
but it doesn't exist
your privacy don't exist
it's a fucking joke
your privacy is a bad joke
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Missouri Blues
02:49
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the hands you torture in your pursuit of happiness
don't actually belong to you
they're the hands of the men who compensate too little
for the work you do too much
you've leased away the wrist
upon which your watch sits
the keeper of your schedule, the watchman of your days, commander commanding
you're indentured to your master for minimal wages
and all you get to show for it are numbered bills
which will surely not buy back the hours
that you've been whoring
you've been whoring
you trade away your days for the shekles it'll take to buy bliss
but you'll be too busy working away
to enjoy it
and the meeting of the hands is cause for alarm
when you're running behind
we're all running behind
behind is where we can leave it as we smash the rules
of time and allow our heartbeats
to act as our second hands
yeah your heartbeat is your second hand
the periods of excitement will fly by
as our hearts race
in the rare chance
of a moment of solace
we will linger into eternity in the slowed single beat of a deep breath
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4. |
Heart Attack
02:44
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monsters dropping dead and their skin is repulsive
hearts that can't stand all the pressure and bullshit
the men who surround them fear they cannot live without
men on the sidewalk
men on the streets
blobs of fucking worthless that fall to their knees
the tingle's turned to torture
the ringing in your ears is a scream
now your skin's so small
your chest so tight
eyes are blown out
all you see is light
you're burning through your breath like you've got none left
you're right
your pleasure's turned to torture and you're at your end
good bye
monsters dropping dead
and their veins how they're bulging
time is catching up
your conscience indulging
your hearts are standing up and fighting back
attack attack
men in the shower
men at their desk
their greed has clogged them up like a cold in the chest
now you suffer as you must for the one's you've fucked and there's justice
when a heart is fed up and attacks you back
there is justice
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Just Animals Phoenix, Arizona
Just Animals. You can find them here on bandcamp, at facebook.com/wearealljustanimals, and on youtube. You can also contact them anytime at justanimalias@gmail.com.
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