1. |
Bulger
02:32
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This edifice is my confederacy,
Won't you please succeed, secede from me?!
A bell tolls for all they need to know,
What's exposed is the bones of odes.
My righteous wrong prolongs my being,
Fuck a king, I’m primed & seething.
Belief is code for those who deem it.
One must know dare demons.
I don't want to pretend...
Been a dick...Yeah, through out history.
I’m as cold as drones inflict misery.
I could have been and yeah I still should be,
Pleasant tense is a fuckin’ pipe dream.
Minds molded notions passed,
When we die we finish last.
I'm on the make when take is task,
Cause make believe is making me...
I don't want to pretend...
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2. |
Made For T.V.
03:52
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These feet walk the streets,
To meet the means to know them.
Engrossed and fatigued,
The double speak the keeps that ensnare them.
Ideals & Idols,
Real or surreal.
Ethics & morals,
Merge to appeal.
Made for TV,
Spectacles and Parody.
Made for TV,
Bravery... no fear.
I’m American as I can be.
I was made, made for TV.
Carbon copy American Dream,
Paltry and made for TV.
Darling won’t you dance with me?
We were made, made for TV.
Won’t you love this human being?
Who was made, made for TV.
“Art is the proper task of life.” - Nietzsche -
No more wasting these pen strokes.
In art, I’ll find peace and quiet,
No more neglecting what life wrote.
Ideals & Idols,
Real or surreal.
Ethics & morals,
Merge to appeal.
Made for TV,
Spectacles and Parody.
Made for TV,
Bravery... no fear.
I’m American as I can be.
I was made, made for TV.
Carbon copy American Dream,
Paltry and made for TV.
Darling won’t you dance with me?
We were made, made for TV.
Won’t you love this human being?
Who was made, made for TV.
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3. |
A Theist.
02:32
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I got southern religion,
Guiding me by might.
This misguided precision is a fiery fucking lie.
Silence is everything,
And noise is purposed.
Blindly smiling, destruction is a growth spurt.
Some say we’re senseless,
And others insane.
Prayers fill the coffers of the Holy Unclean.
Fuck you I’m worth it,
Are you my savior?
Fiction’s prescriptions rolled in their holy paper.
This indecision,
Is guiding me by lies.
Imperfect creations, the wilds are alive.
Noise is everything,
And silence is purposed.
Blindly smiling, destruction is a growth spurt.
Some say we’re senseless,
And others insane.
Prayers fill the coffers of the Holy Unclean.
Fuck you I’m worth it,
Are you my savior?
Fiction’s prescriptions rolled in their holy paper.
Fuck you, I’m worth it...
“We gotta rise above... We gotta rise.” - Black Flag-
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4. |
Best Intentions
04:24
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We’re all grown up like petty cash,
Tramp stamp(ed) out by diets past.
War torn stories of tired lasts,
We’ll quit tomorrow and try again.
Wish for summer in Autumn’s crash,
Drink until the Winter ends.
That is you, all I need.
What I want don’t matter much to me.
Here’s two fucks and our potential,
Being stupid by living simple.
Orange blankets our wishing window,
Gentrifies our starry skies.
Pray for Summer in Winter’s wrinkle,
Drink until the morning rise.
That is you, all I need.
What I want don’t matter much to me.
We had the Best Intentions.
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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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