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Know Hope
01:53
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Like a cold Monday in February or a summer day in hell,
you like the taste, it looks real good, but you just can’t take the smell.
Something’s rotting, it just ain’t right. I stir, obsess and dwell.
It’s no surprise, i just can’t lie.
I think we’re going straight to hell.
They say the prettiest flowers grow in shit,
I guess someday I’ll accept it.
We get too soon old and too late smart.
This dichotomy of life tears me apart.
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Folie Objective
01:43
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J’pensais que j’savais, mais j’suis allé du mauvais côté.
C’était une illusion. On est des vaches à lait, pluggées sans arrêt.
Conditionnés à engraisser un système tout gangréné.
Désormais, le monde extérieur, la société organisée, est en décomposition.
À l’intérieur de nos villes géantes, les gens s’entassent à l’abri des arbres.
À l’abri de la nature.
Le rythme de vie oppressant et stressant m’étouffe
même si j’ai l’impression de pas faire grand-chose.
Des villes remplies d’âmes mortes où les gens respirent avec effort
un air chargé d’angoisse, de peine et de misère et de mort.
Moi j’aime mieux pas faire partie de ces malheureux,
mais j’ai pas le choix.
J’suis pogné dans cet air vicieux.
(translated to English)
I thought i knew, but i went the wrong way.
It was an illusion. We are cows being milked non-stop.
Conditioned to feed a gangrenous system.
From now on, the outside world and organized society are decomposing.
Inside our giant cities, people pile up away from trees. Sheltered from nature.
The pace of life is oppressive and stressful and choking me although I don’t feel like I’m doing much of anything.
Cities full of dead souls, where folks barely breathe and air charged with anxiety, pain, misery and death.
I’d rather not be part of those poor people. I have no choice but to be stuck in this vicious air.
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Persona Non Grata
02:01
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Waiting for my ship to come in.
Hope it doesn’t sink cause I can’t swim.
A couple dollars might buy me some time,
might give me back a bit of peace, a bit of mine.
Do you? No!
No, I don’t know!
Can you say that “it’s alright, we’ll be okay” ?
Can’t you see it’s just not me who thinks life is about living out your dreams?
Lost some friends, they lost me too.
Sometimes there’s just nothing in this world that you can do.
Turn the page, open up the door
and shut the other one so the stench can’t spread no more.
Do you? No!
No, I don’t know!
Can you say that “it’s alright, we’ll be okay” ?
Can’t you see it’s just not me who society is bent on crushing dreams?
Funny thing about life: the show must go on. They forgot to tell you time keeps marching on.
Maybe if you aren’t now, maybe you never were and if you are, let’s start a fire and forever burn.
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Love Song
02:24
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I never wrote a love song, never felt I could
do justice to those feelings or say the things I should.
Tried to break the surface but the words won’t come out.
Tried to say in rhythm what wouldn’t leave my mouth.
Lump in my throat just like an iron fist.
All the missed chances, the fear and the judgement
you know it made me sick.
Lack of acceptance felt like a death sentence.
It’s you I feared the most.
Tore my heart, broke me apart, emotions all been blurred.
So here’s a love song for you, and it’s a kiss-off.
I hope you’re pissed off too.
And when I’m good and feeling alright, I love those most I’d sooner fight.
Cause you’re the ones that made me fear.
I’ll watch you close and keep you near.
Tried to say in rhythm what I couldn’t say in words.
Turned up the volume just to not be heard.
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Trainyard
03:22
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It’s 4 A.M. and all I can think about is how I should be sleeping and not thinking about trains,
very much awake out in the train yard and where they could be going when they’re finally heading out,
but I can’t seem to fall asleep
and that’s what happens when my mind is shooting off in all directions at a time.
Some nights I could run out, hop on a wagon and let it
both rock me to sleep and decide where I wake up.
I wonder, yeah I wonder a lot.
I can’t sleep. The sound is deafening out in the train yard.
The river flows quietly every night.
Ships glide silent past my window and the ferris wheel at Six Flags
but on the railroad there’s only rust and it’s calling out
for any would-be hobo brave enough to tag along.
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No Surprises Here
02:32
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It’ll break you, take you, shape you, mould you.
Beat you down til you got nothing to hold to.
All your choices took, first one’s free and now you’re hooked.
Stare it in the face like you see right through.
“I don’t need this and I don’t need you”
All my choices took, first one’s free and now you know I’m hooked.
Tried to stay, tried to run away. Tried everything to keep the demons at bay.
When it’s not in my way, it’s out of reach. I hear your words but you preach, not teach.
A world of possibility. Fill it with banality.
Predictable hold of the well-cut mold.
Political insanity, total inequality, it’s no surprise we do what we’re told.
I won’t break. I won’t fold.
Don’t want to control or be controlled.
Is that what you want/need anyway? They try to get at my head again.
Please forgive what they do not know, but don’t forget just what they own.
The trees, the soil, the means of production. Our consent to self-destruction.
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Mental Fix Montreal, Québec
East Bay style punk from Montreal.
Read Zines, Ride Bikes, Don't Eat Animals.
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