1. |
Riot Dog
01:35
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(G B C Am
G B C Am D)
It was 2008, you were living in the streets;
when the economy imploded chaos descended over Greece,
and all of a sudden life wasn't about finding the next meal to eat,
'cos when that teargas started flowing you barked:
FUCK THE POLICE--I DON'T TAKE THIS SHIT!
(G G7 C C7)
So riot dog, you got the cops on the run,
your barks are louder than their guns,
if only there were more dogs like you
if only I was brave enough to do half the shit you do
So riot dog, abstraction sweeps you off your feet,
carries you high above the streets;
their bullets can't reach you now,
immortalized by happenstance--
go take your bow!
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2. |
Puzzle Piece
01:21
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(G G Em C)
So I hear you got scrapes
Well I got some too
Let’s take ‘em over to the pound
We’ll ask the puppies to help us lick 'em through
So you’re sobbin’ up storms
You say you feel out of place
But you’ve never had control
Since we were born we’ve just been satellites in space
(G C7 G
C7 G
G C G Bm Em
C Cm G)
Well I’m a puzzle piece, lawd, but my puzzle don’t fit no more
I’ve got a million tiny pinions sewing stitches for the holes I tore
And this sensation’s sinkin’ in when I feel foreign at my own front door:
I just don’t know where to call home anymore
Now you’re in the street
Yelling at the stars
You know they don’t give a shit
You only get attention from the honking cars
You search for self on a page
But the words fall apart
That’s what you get when you hope
Some extra bags under your eyes and a heavy heart
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3. |
Prime
01:33
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(C# C#m A)
This space-time
Frabric’s tearing
At its seams
At the very fine point where
Wholeness is
Indistinct from
Infinite
.9999's
Dig for pro-
-fundity in
Nature’s laws
Maybe God will throw us dogs a bone
You wake up
Wondering just
Who you are
but you’ll never really know, ‘cos
(A Am)
We're primes, lonely points on parallel lines and repeating decimal nines
We're prime
Everything
You look closely
At changes
Fucked up quantum peek-a-boo game
Drive fourteen
Billion years you’ll
Get sent back
Einstein slaps you a speeding ticket
And since our
Matter’s in a
Quantum field
One electron everywhere at once
Why can’t we
Hit a switch
And disappear?
Let’s break all the laws of physics, cos’
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4. |
Agnostic Anthem
02:02
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(C Am G F)
Don’t wanna talk about your God
Or about your savior, Jesus Christ
Don’t wanna hear ‘bout how devout you are
Or justify how much I’m not
Don’t wanna talk about the void
Or about the lack of this or that
Don’t wanna about hear your certainty
Because I’m certain that I’m not
(C Am F G)
And at this point, it’s such a bore
These confrontations are a chore
Pretend to listen, but ignore
‘Til we’re exhausted to our cores
(C G Am F)
‘Cos I’m agnostic, motherfuckers
I’ve got conviction that I don’t
And that ain’t an invitation
Don’t try to teach me, ‘cos you won’t
‘Cos I’m agnostic motherfuckers
I’ll keep my wagers to myself
As for that cripplin’ fear of dying
I keep it sittin’ on my shelf
I live my life by my own guidelines
Been writing them since I was young
The cost of unity is little
When it’s all been said and done
The liberty of independence
From arbitrary sects and sins
Gives you the insight that life ain’t a game
Nobody’s gonna lose or win
I know it might seem little-minded
But I’m okay not knowing why
And I know that sounds resigned
But I assure you: I still try
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5. |
Zeroes and Ones
01:39
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(Am C Am E7)
There’s stagnation in our skin
We gotta find a way to make it fresh again, and
Seems our democracy’s a gun
But we don’t know how to turn the safety on, ‘cos
When every choice is black or white
Binary systems always leaning left or right, and to
Ethical calculus’ dismay
Our morals get more complicated every day, so
Between emotions and equations
Tell me; would you be swayed by zeroes and ones?
Some tell themselves they know it all
Only to tumble from the lies they stacked so tall
We try to separate from nature
Pretend our artificiality is stature, but
Semantic circles we create
Could just be undiscovered, many-sided shapes cos’
It just ain’t human to be rounded
We’ve got sides—there’s just too many to be counted
When parts don’t add up to their sum
Would you still put your faith in zeroes and ones?
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6. |
Sticks and Stones I
03:21
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(Am E F C
Am E F C G G#)
It’s spring of 2013 and this
Winter’s almost past, that snowman
I built out of ash won’t melt, cos’
It was built to last
The end had felt near for so long, the
US got bored and launched some bombs
And got nuked back by everyone
‘cos politicians are morons
And hiding in the Metro here
Has kept us safe from harm, but now
We’re running low on baked beans, and
This train car smells like farts
So we venture to the surface to see
What it holds in store, and when
Our eyes adjust; behold what’s left
Of a world that is no more
We wade through the debris downtown
To the old 9:30 club, and since
No one was in we cleaned it up
And claimed it as our home and hub
We made our beds from dirty clothes
We found out in the street, and as
We closed our eyes the ghosts of DC punks
Rocked us to sleep
When we awoke we felt as if
We’d shed a metric ton, no more did
We feel like the world had ended:
It had just begun
With no more cops and no more jobs
And no society, our lives were
Truly in our own damn hands;
We finally were free
(A Adim D A)
Now we’re living the dream in this apocalyptic wasteland
We got a lot of time to kill; but at least it dies by our hands
And we’ll start again from sticks and stones, I’m thinking
We can do it right this time
So we teach ourselves to cook and craft and
Leaven us some bread, and we go
Scavenge the Smithsonians; put
Allosaurus in our den; we
Play dress-up with Lincoln’s hat and George
Washington’s pants and we snag
Pollocks, Eschers and Picassos, and
The Star-Spangled Banner
One day when we’re spray painting dicks
On the walls of the White House, we ran
Into some guys who just had left
Their bunker, and didn’t know how
To start anew in this decaying city
So we say, “come on back to our house
With us, we’ll clean you up and
Have you fed.”
They thank us but decline; said their friends
Wouldn’t know where they were, and so we say
That they should bring them all, too:
The more the merrier!
So they all come back to our place, and we
Have a grand ol’ feast, and it turns out
That they play music, too, so we jam
Til’ the sun salutes D.C.
And we’re living the dream in this apocalyptic wasteland
We got a lot of time to kill; but at least it dies by our hand
And we’ll start again from sticks and stones, you know,
I think we’ll get it right this time
It’s been a fun few weeks living with our new friends but
Radiation’s got them so sick they can’t leave their bed
We wish we could go on like this, but our food is at it’s end
‘cos someone’s stealing it from us and now we are defending
So goodbye to anarchy, we gotta do the right thing
And install some social system so our friends survive the spring
But we’ll strive to make sure that ours is as fair as it can be
One that at least grants us some illusion that we are still free
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7. |
Sticks and Stones II
02:02
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(A G# C)
So it turns out that we aren’t alone, in fact we’re quite the opposite
We’re one of many groups trying to start again amidst this shit
There are bros and politicians, academics and some hipsters
And some kleptocratic lobbyists who steal from everybody else
Our government is tenuous; we’ve tried to do our best
And just because we share our work they scoff and call us communists
We wouldn’t care just what say, but this is just like Fallout 3
Before long we’ll be fighting, so we’re gonna need diplomacy
So we organize a meeting, set a time and choose our delegates
And convene inside the ruins of the old convention center
And we fight and disagree; we act like model U.N. idiots
The only thing we have in common’s we all hate the lobbyists
‘Cos they hide all day on K street with their horrible disfigurements
And steal from us at night, and shoot their guns at all the scouts we send
We ally to declare war on those mutants filled with greed, sometimes
The road to peace is wet with blood; survival means our unity
We form an army out of all the men and women who are able
And we fortify our building with our beds and chairs and tables
And we plunder the Smithsonians for armor and our arsenal
We bear tomahawks and muskets, bows and arrows, cowboy pistols
The next night we march to K Street beating drums and waving standards
And our molotovs light up the sky like flocks of flaming birds
But the lobbyists were waiting for us; they charge out into the street
And we fight until the sun reflects from blood on the concrete
The fight was long and lives were lost, survival cherished by those blessed
But when the lobbyists retreated, they left K Street up for settlement
We reconvened to talk about the future that’s in store
But we quickly started arguing about the spoils of war
And it soon devolved from verbal threats to slaps and stones and sticks
Now the bros are scalping hipsters while the church fights academics
And we fall apart, we watch our backs; from now it’s one for one
As this chaos rains down on us, hope fades with the setting sun
It’s been a week since war broke out, we’ve been afraid to go outside
The only ones among us who ain’t hungry ain’t because they died
And in this anarchy we sleep, afraid to go out in the streets
And we’re so damn terrified we shiver socks off of our feet
And now I wonder what went wrong, why are we all so suicidal?
Power corrupts, that much is obvious, it can’t be just that simple
But philosophizing politics is no use to us now
We’ve brought anarchy to DC, even though we don’t know how
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9. |
A++ In DCHC 202
01:01
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I don’t need no SAT to prove my fucking worth
I don’t need to suck your dicks to prove that I’m not dirt
I don’t need to wear your name to prove my fucking values
I don’t need to eat your shit and adopt twisted virtues
FUCKING ACADEMIA IS GIVING ME LEUKEMIA
WE GOTTA HAVE A LIFE OR ELSE WE’LL DIE
I’m not gonna donate when you pander and spew shit
I’m not gonna be a goddamn pedant to fit in
I’m not gonna lose my goddamn sense of what’s important
I’m not gonna let you wash my brain so you can eat off it
FUCKING ACADEMIA MAKES PEOPLE SEE IN SEPIA
HOW MANY FUCKING CYCLES TILL IT STOPS?!
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10. |
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Put my dick in the sand I'm a Texas man at a river outside of Portland
the grass is my bed but my daddy always said I should do something more important
I'll make a home here for half a year while my girlfriend goes to college
but I won't lose my head cause my mama always said she’d wait for a smile before I go to bed
When I'm supposed to shift gears I wanna sip beers
hide behind my eyelids brewing dope sick tears
forget anybody's watching cause the devil came a knockin
and gave me a reason to keep on walkin
and I don't know how I'm gonn
a fair this weather
if 18 years wasn't long enough to pull my shit together
This is the saddest that I have ever felt it's hard to wake up every morning
but not as hard as this
It was the greatest that I had ever felt two days ago
but now I'm turning and twisting at night
learning this is not my home
The darkness takes the sky and the redness eats my eyes
and more evil creeps into my soul in a pleasant disguise
I'd like to travel with the sun so the night never comes
and never again will I have to freeze till I'm numb
and I'll never have to sleep there's always so much to see
God, I just wanna leave and feel like I can breathe
but instead I'm stuck here in this shit hole
I'm always stuck somewhere
even if it's just this lousy universe when I wanna be nowhere
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11. |
Atrophy's Waltz
02:44
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(Dm Bb A A7)
The stuff that keeps your cells
Together is drifting away
A high tide is washing
More of it to sea every day
(Dm Bb Am A)
And your heart’s cold and bloodless,
your bones without marrow and
Hate courses your veins like needle-fed heroin
a cureless disease
With no rhyme or reason
God gives you the finger when you’re on your knees and
(Bb A)
You’re finding that you’re all alone
Not knowing where you can call home
It’s so cold outside, shit, the weather’s against you
You’d better just curl up and die
The sun sets again and
The city lights punch through the dark
I wish I could rewrite this
World down to every last quark
So God creates Adam
And Cain murders Abel
We sweep our atrocities under the table
And time keeps on ticking
Why can’t we do something right
once? We’re all at war, and we’ll never stop fighting
And you never quite get what you want
Resisting what’s real with each thought
You want to find peace but the world’s out to hurt you
You’d better stop thinking at all
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12. |
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(C Em Am F Dm G)
The sunset’s murky on the hills
Miasma lingers on our breaths
We’ve still got lots of time to kill
From now until we meet our deaths
And everything that we create
Never quite ends up as we hope
Be it coincidence or fate,
We’re pushing boulders up a slope
When we look back upon our lives
As we lay dying in our beds
Will there be meaning to derive,
Or was it all just in our heads?
Let me write something that will last
Two simple sentences that rhyme—
Some words besides my epitaph—
That might not flunk the test of time
What am I doing standing here,
Singing these sad words set to chords?
They may be heartfelt and sincere,
But we’ve all heard this shit before
So thanks for listening to this
For this is time you’ve been denied
I hope we’ve made it worth your while
And, if not, at least we tried
At least we tried.
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