1. |
Bar Wrought
05:54
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Bar Wrought
Cut me off I’m drowning.
These empty words keep pounding.
Barstools are chained to the ground and…
Her smiles the only thing I got now.
How about that attitude?
How about this altitude?
Am I the only one so rude?
Or is this whole world cruel?
Theses shelves are chalk full of dust,
As the cities skeleton collects rust.
Sounds reflect the daily rush.
As many chase their words at dusk.
Cut me off I’m drowning.
These empty words keep pounding.
Barstools are chained to the ground and…
Her smiles the only thing I got now.
My crooked teeth have gone looking,
For a great catch worth hooking.
Since I was terribly mistaken,
With the words she was manufacturing.
A simple but harsh rule,
That all us fools croon.
Find a heart as cold as yours,
And you’ll find a love once pursued.
Cut me off I’m drowning.
These empty words keep pounding.
Barstools are chained to the ground and…
Her smiles the only thing I got now.
Times change, rearrange.
Same game, exchange & forgets names.
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Steal the Wind it’s Free…
This world is ours,
This world is ours,
This world is ours…
I’ve seen these cultures,
Eaten by vultures,
Guided by soldiers,
Who ain’t worth their shoulders…
I’ve seen this city lights,
Disappear with blue skies,
Simply to justify,
The rich and their spoiled lives…
Oh no…no…no…
No more forgiveness,
These faces…
Shapeless!
This world is ours,
This world is ours,
This world is ours…
This world is ours,
This world is ours,
This world is ours…
Got “Dust Bowl” hands,
From Fat Kat plans,
To scorch our land,
And sell our ends…
They sealed the deal,
With blood-soaked heals,
Bought T.V. reels,
To extend their appeal…
Oh no…no…no…
This world is ours,
This world is ours,
This world is ours…
No more forgiveness,
These faces…
Shapeless!
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3. |
Chicago
02:45
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C.H.I.C.A.G.O. (Can’t help it Chicago always got ours.)
No one else has this swagger.
No one else creates this beat.
I’m a butcher of the guild,
The centralized beast.
Hey there Apples and Sunshine!
I’m barley, loose feet, and wine.
I’m stammered stink,
& rusted sinks.
While others shrink,
I unwind.
I am a vagrant,
An ashtray for the wicked.
I am a tyrant,
A man that you don’t fuck with.
Hold my head High with Midwest Bravado,
That’s right suckers,
I Am Chicago!
Men with golden arms built me,
From the bones of Europe’s past.
They’ll never stop erecting,
Until I stand alone at last.
Hey there Apples and Sunshine!
I’m barley, loose feet, and wine.
I’m stammered stink,
& rusted sinks.
While others shrink,
I unwind.
I am a vagrant,
An ashtray for the wicked.
I am a tyrant,
A man that you don’t fuck with.
Hold my head High with Midwest Bravado,
That’s right suckers,
I Am Chicago!
Welcome to my backyard blues,
To jazz your jumbled bones.
Consider me the muse,
To unlock all the unknowns.
Hey there Apples and Sunshine!
I’m barley, loose feet, and wine.
I’m stammered stink,
& rusted sinks.
While others shrink,
I unwind.
I am a vagrant,
An ashtray for the wicked.
I am a tyrant,
A man that you don’t fuck with.
Hold my head High with Midwest Bravado,
That’s right mother fuckers,
We are Chicago!
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4. |
Infernal Machines
04:54
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Infernal Machines
She’s a lazy haze…
Won’t go away.
Caught lingering…
Like a roped in parade.
She’s an infernal machine!
She’s a lazy haze…
I’m a lazy haze…
We’re a lazy haze…
Won’t go away!
Got caught looking,
She was winking with smiles.
In my boots shaking,
Seduction through trials.
She’s an infernal machine…
One more infernal machine!
These hands are heavy,
These weights routine.
These feet keep running,
These runways pristine.
So much for hello(s),
There’s not enough time.
This pen the bellow,
The paper the fire.
Got caught looking,
She was winking with smiles.
In my boots shaking,
Seduction through trials.
She’s a lazy haze,
That won’t go away.
One more infernal machine!
These words well fed,
By the blisters and scars.
This hearing dead,
From the silent alarms.
So much for goodbye(s),
There’s not enough time.
This pen the bellow,
The paper the fire.
Got caught looking,
She was winking with smiles.
In my boots shaking,
Seduction through trials.
I’m a lazy haze,
That won’t go away.
We’re all infernal machines!
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5. |
The Bored
04:57
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The Bored
These machinations keep appearing.
These stairs won’t go down.
Conversation verbs are complaining.
These subways have become “L” trains now…
What a perfect day…
My feet drag like cement blocks,
My wired eyes chase away the voice box.
Mired, I watch the clocks stop.
Set a fire, and hear them speakers pop!
The bored don’t have this much fun!!!
Macerate the fears you uphold!
They’ll wither with the weather…
Insinuate the reasons you act bold,
Girls and boys you better come off clever now.
What a perfect day…
My feet drag like cement blocks,
My wired eyes chase away the voice box.
Mired, I watch the clocks stop.
Set a fire, and hear the speakers pop!
The bored don’t have this much fun!!!
What a perfect day…
My feet drag like cement blocks,
My wired eyes chase away the voice box.
Mired, I watch the clocks stop.
Set a fire, and hear the speakers pop!
The bored don’t have this much fun!!!
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6. |
Another Lover
02:27
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Another Lover
Her bedroom,
Is pitch black.
My choir eyes,
Can’t see past…
This cover up,
Spellbinding..
This cover up,
No new thing.
Dead fish,
No Movement.
I sit,
Consumed with…
Her timing,
Confusing.
My motions,
Colluding!
Just another, another...
Another lover.
Her dress is,
So skin tight…
I’m impressed,
She wins fights!
This cover up…
Enthralling!
This cover up…
No new thing!
Love her,
I think not.
My tongue tied,
Mixed up hot.
Pure passion,
Just bed rock!!!
Not asking,
For her heart!!!
Just another, another...
Another lover.
If you love her,
Tell her.
If you love… her.
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7. |
The Shake-Up!
03:27
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The Shake-Up!
Cashing in on friends,
While building up resumes.
New bars have become trends.
Drinking; A national holiday.
We’re consumed with the end.
And numbers we all get paid.
When someday we’ll all transcend,
And retire from this game.
One day you’ll wake up,
Blinded by your own sight.
That day will be the shake up,
That day will be the night.
One day you’ll wake up,
Blinded by your own sight.
That day will be the shake up,
That day will be the night.
We grow through mistakes & responsibilities.
We learn from the paths we all take.
Well then how come no one ever told me.
That these paths could just be lakes.
I’m swimming in a sea of change.
And I’m sorry for this cliché.
That nothing stays the same,
No matter how hard you pray.
One day you’ll wake up,
Blinded by your own sight.
That day will be the shake up,
That day will be the night.
One day you’ll wake up,
Blinded by your own sight.
That day will be the shake up,
That day will be the night.
So it’s have fun, so it’s have fun…
Cause it’s one and done.
So it’s have fun, so it’s have fun…
Cause it’s one and done.
So it’s have fun, so it’s have fun…
Cause it’s one and done.
So it’s have fun, so it’s have fun…
Cause it’s one!!!
One day you’ll wake up,
Blinded by your own sight.
That day will be the shake up,
That day will be the night.
One day you’ll wake up,
Blinded by your own sight.
That day will be the shake up,
That day will be the night.
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8. |
Experience By Osmosis
04:17
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Experience by Osmosis
You haven’t fooled the skeletons,
When the bones creak they speak, they speak…
They read right through your skin,
An experience by osmosis… they win, they win!!
To the heaviest of the weighted hearts…
From the social scenes we depart.
To the heaviest of the weighted hearts…
From the torn meanings we embark.
Oh no…
Put their errors on trial.
Their mistakes they can’t shake.
Put their errors on trial.
Their mistakes they can’t shake.
And they won’t.
No they won’t…
Because they can’t… they can’t… they can’t!!!
You haven’t fooled the blood clots,
When the cuts bleed they speak, they speak…
They read right through your gut rot,
An experience by osmosis… they win, they win!!
To the heaviest of the weighted hearts…
From the social scenes we depart.
To the heaviest of the weighted hearts…
From the torn meanings we embark.
Oh no…
Put their errors on trial.
Their mistakes they can’t shake.
Put their errors on trial.
Their mistakes they can’t shake.
And they won’t.
No they won’t…
Because they can’t… they can’t… they can’t!!!
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9. |
(You Can't) Control Her
03:27
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(You Can’t) Control Her.
You can’t control her…
You can’t bemoan her…
It’s as simple as that, you don’t want to know.
You can’t condone her…
Even if you wrote her…
It’s as simple as that, you don’t want to know.
There’s nothing you owe her…
You can’t take that back now…
It’s as simple as that, you don’t want to know.
These bare…bare...knuckles are bleeding and proud.
I’m fix…fix…fixated with impossible sound,
Wait…wait…wait…Is she watching me now?
Watch…watch…watching as my breath turns to clouds.
As the has…has…been(s) are lining up proud,
Wait…wait…wait…She don’t get me how?
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10. |
Crossing The Bar
01:59
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Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For through from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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I’ve been meaning to say…
Shove me down that staircase,
Broken falls and mended bones.
And when you make that great escape,
I’ll be everything and anything all alone.
I’m as ugly as beautiful comes,
I’m the most valued faithless one.
Incapable, stable, fabled sore thumb,
The shallow thoughts and hollow plots,
Undone!
So happy you’re happy,
No need for awkward laughing.
These cheeky smiles are passing,
When the windows fog we’re asking…
She smoked me like a cigarette,
Beat up and ashtray spent.
Pressure eyes like a commercial jet,
Expressions a painter couldn’t catch.
I’m as beautiful as ugly comes,
I’m the least favorite one.
And when the music plays,
The ballerina never stops,
She never stops…
So happy you’re happy,
No need for awkward laughing.
These cheeky smiles are passing,
When the windows fog we’re asking…
I’m so happy you’re happy…
I’m so happy.
I’m so happy you’re happy…
I’m so happy.
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Bully in the Hallway Chicago
Bully is a punk band from Chicago, Illinois.
Like all great things, we started as a
joke in December of 2006.
If you want to contact us about shows, booking, events or just because you'd like to talk, email us at
bullyinthehallway (at) gmail (dot) com.
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