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She's Got It
03:04
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Keep your promises away from me
Right now your friendship isn’t what I need
And you’re not God’s gift to creation
Not sending me into a state of devastation
Oh no
I’m better off in the end…
White lace and innocence? No chance,
On the dark side of it all she stands
She thinks that, she’s got it all
And once her smoke and mirrors clear
A hollow shell will face her fears
She thinks that, she’s got it all
Keep those promises away from me
I’ve already heard every last excuse from A to Z
I’m not wrapped around your finger although it may seem
You may think you appear in every one of my dreams
But no
You better think again!
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Trapped in the Media
03:14
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Size 0, squeeze into a wardrobe
Judge a girl by the diamonds in her earlobes
Pressure pressure pushes down on her
As we all aim to be something we’re not
When will all of this stop?
And everything you wish to be
Is plastered up on billboards and
In the ads on your TV
This social monster swallowed you so fast
And here I sit
Only hoping it will eat me last
What have we done?
Just a simple question asked
By the people whose possessions now are burying their past
This money, this power, this fortune and fame
Is the American dream
But does it ever kill the pain no
Is it far too late to draw the line
As lying lips proclaim that we are fine… we are fine…
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3. |
Five White Lies
03:26
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He’s in the alley,
He’s in the dark,
He’s on the benches down in Central Park and he’s soaking up the dirty looks
From you and me
Well where’s the punch line,
If he’s a joke?
All your compassion goes right up in smoke
Because he’s not the kind of person your dad told you to be
Deep down do you recall when they told you what mattered after all
A white picket fence wasn’t worth a damn
And I’d rather take the fall, then walk around standing ten feet tall
Knowing I had built myself the finest grave,
But never lived a single day
The books became your closest friends
Every single page turned brings you closer to the end
Another chapter passing by, is this a reflection of you?
All-in-all, it’s how we decide to live,
Sand slips through an hourglass as time slips through our grip
A highway to hell, no smiles in the rearview
Deep down do you recall when they told you what mattered after all
A white picket fence wasn’t worth a damn
And I’d rather take the fall, then walk around standing ten feet tall
Knowing I had built myself the finest grave,
But never lived a single day
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Forty Cents Flat Milwaukee, Wisconsin
More than just fusing disparate generic elements, Forty Cents Flat dives headfirst into ska punk, hard-edged funk, jam reggae, and whacked out swing. Their songs often feature the band’s hallmark musicianship: Kenny Jones’ dulcet saxophone, Zachary Moser’s playful trumpet, Michael Richter’s tom-oriented attack, Will Richter’s sinewy six-string, and Nicholas Soria’s high wire bass lines. ... more
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