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Buried
02:40
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Sway
01:47
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When wind blows your way, they will tell you, “Sway.” Choose the simplest way and mediocrity will make you happy. I have tried to lay my soul to rest underneath the warmth of a paycheck, and even though my bills were paid and mouth was fed, it only filled my days with unrest. Unrest. I’m singing, “Sway.” Unrest.
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Vultures
03:15
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She says I’m a bad man. She says that I don’t understand that when I left her all alone is when she needed me the most. She was born with a bleeding heart. It was bleeding from the start. A martyr/savior in a college town. Saving souls, but she can’t save her own. Stop being a victim (Please). These vultures won’t treat you right (Right). No one likes getting stepped on (Right?). So, damn it, won’t you find some pride (Stand and fight)? I loved her and I love her still. Like many others, I always will, but I won’t be trampled on for more than a short run. She would have broken me in the long term, for I only had strength for one. Strength for one.
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Books of Bokonon
03:21
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My loving mother and father have gone to heaven, even if I don’t believe in it. For, I can’t believe they’re gone when they’re what made me strong. Strong. Mother and Father have gone to heaven, even if I don’t believe in it. I can’t believe they’re gone when they’re what made me strong. I’d rather think they’re just a’traveling on. And, heaven as a pasture just beyond a yonder hill. I may not get there now, but I may get there still. They’re just a’traveling on. My parents deserve blessings aplenty as many good people can attest.
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To the Devil
03:51
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10 years. 10 years. At the age of 18, I never thought I’d be here. 10 Years. 10 years. It turns out that live is the sum of man’s fears. I had big dreams, but I fell short. Yes, I had big dreams. I have lived things that some still strive for. Biting and begging, I have much more than I thought I would. Sacrificed your loves and friendships (Have no one), you were at the crossroads. Is your soul still yours to give? Self-sabotaging, you were posing for success. Moving feet across the cities, I felt much less and less I understood. I don’t fear death because I shot for the fence and my soul is mine. To the devil, I have no debts. But, there are seasons to life and lines I won’t be crossing. There are seasons to life and up ahead, I’m seeing autumn. Sacrificed your loves and friendships. You were at the crossroads. Robert Johnson, I need my loves and friendships. I am at the crossroads and my soul I will not give.
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Men of Money
03:26
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There’s an unrest in the corner of the room. Don’t you look or speak of it, if you know what’s good for you. We don’t like to hear what’s flawed about the things we do. News of foreclosures nearly every afternoon. New Orleans still ain’t right. Now, is that right to you? In our current state of affairs, isn’t there a better use for troops? So, I’ve been waiting. I’ve been waiting. Yeah, I’ve been waiting for a change to come through. Some want a fight where they can stand for what is right. Some want a foe to put their fist between his eyes. Some would greet the day when none of this applies. Yeah, I’ve been waiting my whole life. Working, working just to fill the tank that gets you there to clock back in again. You can’t tell me men of money didn’t see it coming. Call the surgeon general. Call the FCC. I do believe that something about this is unhealthy.
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Arise
02:59
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What brought me down is the frustration in which I drowned. White-knuckled, to a dream, I was clinging. Grasping tight until the dream stopped breathing. For one, I swear that my intentions were good. For two, I’d like that it be understood that for me, I’d like to serve and be true. To you, I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. Now, arise. Let there be a glow in my eyes. If we can put these things behind, then what’s ahead might go right. Windy city streets and the lights I ride beneath like the sun has never gone down. Oh, this rusted town. For one in such a place as me, who for two years did see his whole life from the inside of a van, Big Dirty give life to this man.
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Where We Fit In
02:39
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Let the wind blow right down across my face, because some were born to – yes, we were born to – find our own ways despite the force against. And, our days are filled with unrest. And, our hearts will strain to force against all the days that with unrest as we fight to find where we fit in. Time found me friendless and without money as the life of an artist weighed down on me. And, it broke me to be unhappy in the resulting life I chose to lead.
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I'm going drinking, for success has not come with time. I'm going drinking. I'm getting drunk on the cheapest bottle I find. I'm going drinking. I'll pass out amongst the fireflies. I'm going drinking, back to my roots and my foundation, my inspiration. 'Cause we work long hours. We're sweating through our days. And, where I make my bed is simply where it meets my head, where the floor jumps up to catch me and kind souls can't bare to wake me, 'cause they know we work long hours. We're sweating through our days. There is a price that we pay for this life that we live like kids. For every hour of extensive bliss, comes an hour of back-breaking. Back-breaking. So, Matt, get up. You know it's morning. Rob, get up. You know it's day. Jared, you're running late again. Tommy, you know there are bills to pay. Dustin, Trisha, Kent, and Marsha. Tim and Chris, there's too many names. This is the price we pay.
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Punk Ltd
02:36
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Breaking borders and blurring the lines. Dropping definitions. Looking forward all the time. Don’t dig up the corpse. Don’t dig up the dead. Don’t buy a culture so limited. ‘Cause some want a punk that’s limited, confined and limited, stale and dead. It was 1994, when the older guys said, “Come on, boy. There’s something going on up in town.” So, up a hill to the parking lot of a new club built from an asylum. You could hear guitars shrieking for blocks. Because what they’re all looking for already happened 30 years ahead. Cause, punk is a state of mind and DIY is what we do because no one gave us the time. So, don’t give me no “punk limited.”
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Loop (bonus)
30:20
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Scouts Honor Peoria, Illinois
SCOUTS HONOR were a rock'n'roll explosion based out of Peoria, IL and later out of Chicago, IL. In their 7 years as a band, they played over 400 shows.
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