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HarDCore Dinosaur
01:45
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(D Bm A A7)
You were Bored to Death of this Rock n Roll Bullshit
How Low Could a Punk Get? You Didn't Need It;
"Live for Now," you said, "Get Up and Go,
Let''s shake things up, have an All Ages Show."
So you went Straight Edge, got Banned in D.C.
and you Put It On the Map for all the world to see
and the throngs of bodies that thrashed and twirled
you were young and Out of Step (With the World)!
But soon enough you saw, with all your rising fame
There was No Revolution, just Change for the Same
So you moved on, Faded Out, or went away
To grow up and live in the U Suck A.
And even though the kids still scream your words
You punks were dinosaurs, and now you’re birds
But wish that I had been there back in 1981
This dubstep shit just isn’t any fun.
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Puppydog Deficiency
01:41
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(D F)
‘Lone again
Late at night
Got the jitters
Tendons tight
Life is simple
Fight or flight
Gotta go
I think I might
(D Dsus G D)
Hey, what’s that eatin’ at ya’, hun?
You’re lookin’ all undone
What have you become?
Home again
Here to stay
I am pinned down
Where I lay
Cancer eats me
That's okay
You know life is gonna fuck you anyway
Hey, what’s that eatin’ at ya’, hun?
You’re lookin’ all undone
What have you become?
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Analysis Paralysis
02:56
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(C Am F G)
Sometimes there’s things I wanna say
But when I speak it wisps away
I ain’t no politician, though
So that’s at least okay
It’s lonely living in your head
You think your thoughts and then you’re dead
We’re staring at the cave wall
Captivated
This pallid light is everywhere
It’s messing with my health
I’m in the dark with Heisenberg
My math just fucks itself
So I spend some time with min and max
And hope that they’ll know better, but
Analysis paralysis
Shakes words down to their letters
I wish that I could understand
These theorized strings weave ropes of sand
And leave us all with empty,
dirty hands
This force that we call gravity
Can’t tell you what’s oppressing me
I think I’ve given up my hope
That this lock has a key
I’d love to understand you, but
Can’t swallow a world that’s so damn hard to chew
At least I think you’re in the same boat,
too
And I don’t have no answers, no
My time is slow draining, though
There’s no way I can prove it,
This I know...
(C E F G)
(...or, at least I think that I think that I think
that I think that I think that I think...)
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I Will Never Die
01:56
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(C Am C G
C E F D7 C G)
Another sleepless night I find
My mind is in a funny way
It’s racing, pacing, telling me
To not let come what may
So if I die before I wake
I’ll bash the lord, his bones I’ll break,
and run from heaven screaming
“Try and catch me!”
Late afternoon I’m still in bed
With no synapses in my head
I’ve got no better things to do
Than waste my precious time
What we don’t know that we don’t know
Determines how we’re gonna go;
We’re much more what we aren’t
than what we are
(F G Em F G C)
If I am what I do,
And dying ain’t doing
Then I will never die
We ride the wave of entropy
That’s gonna wash us all away
We gasp for air and pray for love
And watch ourselves decay
If there’s one thing that wave won’t get,
Our self-absorbing consciousness,
I’ll still be scared; goddamn you,
Billy Pilgrim!
If I am what I do,
And dying ain’t doing
Then I will never die
(C C F C G F C)
If I am what I do,
And dying ain’t doing
Then I will never die
If I am what I do,
And dying ain’t doing
Then I will never die
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(A Em D A
A Em D Dm)
I’m singin’ something pretentious
So damn self-important
Singin’ somethin’ self-absorbed
And I’m singin’ it badly too
I’m singing something so pretentious
That you’d better close your ears
Lest they self-destruct and
Blow apart your face
I’m singin’ angst, angst,
Angst angst angst
(Existential crisis) / (Where do I find meaning?)
Singin’ boo, boo
Fuckin’ hoo
(Where do I call home?) / (Life is so damn hard)
Don’t sing about politics or nothin’
No HIV slash AIDS
Not homelessness or orphans
Or capitalistic flaws
I’m singin’ songs about death
And college and dogs
And Washington, DC
Did I mention I’m from DC?
I’m singin’ ha! Ha! Self-deprecation
Laugh at how much this song sucks
But if you don’t that’s also cool
It’s really not that funny
Singin’ ho! Ho!, "Ain’t I meta?
I wrote a song about itself!"
A song of infinite regression,
Ceci n’est pas une song
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