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Émigré
02:31
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The system is failing, so I’m going sailing
Don’t believe that I’ll be back for quite a spell
The beaches are sinking piece by piece into the ocean
Into sediment from rusted old bombshells
I guess we deserved it, but nobody’s perfect
Hoping as we leave the shallows you’re okay
These sadlands are breaking from injustice and earthquaking
as we raise the anchors off the coasts of May
Westward we sail into a sky that’s grey and pale
Into the empty ocean void’s uncertainty
Unlimited durations out of bounds from any nation
On a ship that we call S.S. ANRACHY
Exiled for treason off the coast of Surf Rock City
Where the missiles laid they marks last Christmas Eve
And left all the people dead, and dying in the ghettos
By their nation’s own known ways of blasphemy
Wiped out
Nothing stays the same
We’re all divided now
Forced to sleep in cages ‘cause we don’t agree
With tyranny and war
Let us unite again
And never forget what we’re fighting for
I still can think back when I was just a little lad
Out in the desert underneath that old orange tree
Back when you could inhabit all that red and dusty land
Now radiating at two hundred ten degrees
The planet is dying and will soon break into pieces
Or exterminate the humans with disease
I hope things are swell up in them northern maple hills
Up past the border as a silent refugee
Wiped out
Nothing stays the same
We’re all divided now
Forced to sleep in cages ‘cause we don’t agree
With tyranny and war
Let us unite again
And never forget what we’re fighting for
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2. |
Kill the New Dawn
02:24
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I piss on Nazis and racist dead battalions
I’ve no respect for outdated thoughts of hate
We have grown tired of your affiliation
Get the fuck out of our scene, and our state
The streets are stale, nobody’s talking
About the plague of this new world prejudice
It’s been a sickness passed down from generations of
Confused and weak-minded thoughts of arrogance
You have been hiding behind your flags and crosses
You call it white power, I call it a joke
You say you’re trying to embrace your heritage
By making inbred bed sheets into cloaks
Why don’t you give in, and come out of the closet?
Stand face to face while your ass swallows your head
I’ll cut the brake lines on any fucking fascist
So fucking glad that you and your band are dead
KILL THE NEW DAWN
FUCK OPPRESSION
KILL THE NEW DAWN
FUCK OPPRESSION
There is a war going on inside this country
It’s getting harder to get along each day
I feel the masses are turning into zombies
They hide in churches and piss their lives away
Why don’t you come out, and give into your treason?
Come take a walk down our motherfucking streets
I’ll steal the boots that you walk and fucking sleep in
Walk with your victims in solidarity
KILL THE NEW DAWN
FUCK OPPRESSION
KILL THE NEW DAWN
FUCK OPPRESSION
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3. |
Untitled
02:36
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Went down the road, feels like there’s something missing
The wind is cold, and all the kids aren’t listening
I gotta leave, get out before the sermon
Get out of this broken town
There is a home, but not within the limits
Far through the woods, another space outside these
Burnt out streets, where we can start over and
Leave this valley far behind
I’m still fighting for a future
As I drink my life away
I’ve been waiting for the right time
To change my mind and fix today
I’ve been sleeping ever morning
Well into the afternoon
There’s a city on the east coast
That I’ll be leaving for real soon
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4. |
Breakaway
02:15
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I woke up yesterday in a bedroom full of broken ashtrays
And bottles empty as the promises I’ve made
I looked back to the room and felt a shroud of impending doom
A toxic mix of desperation and decay
I looked around awhile but nothing left could make me smile
Have I been blind for all these years or just in deep denial?
There was a box of things, old photographs and magazines
I checked its contents so nostalgic and serene
I lost my way somewhere in time
Don’t know when, it kills my mind
Just another graveyard ghost
Full of memories, thoughts and quotes
Every friend already dead
Haunting flashbacks in my head
Breakaway, breakaway
Breakaway, breakaway
I snapped right on the scene and doused the house in gasoline
I couldn’t stand another minute of this dream
I broke out every mirror and pissed on the forgotten years
Of every barren wasted space I chose to fear
And I inhaled the fumes I’m used to breathing in
And set fire to the bed we used to sleep in
With a virgin cigarette lit out of superstition
While getting drunk with some old memories in the kitchen
I watched the ashes slowly die
Waiting for the cops outside
Laughing madly in the snow
With nowhere to go
Another day, another curse
Time of death matches the birth
Breakaway, breakaway
Breakaway, breakaway
Breakaway, breakaway
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5. |
Downers Grove
02:54
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Well I pissed away today just like the past 8 decades of my sorry life
Well I used to mine the coal down in a hole and bitch at dinner to my wife
Well at least we had a roof over our heads and good reception on the radio to entertain the chil’ens every night
But that all changed when boss man came and boarded up the entrance to the sight
Things haven’t been the same
Since that dirty politician took the reins
And the boys all said the commies were to blame
I’m patching up the holes
The rumors from the town next door have promised wind and rain
We’ll I planned to leave inheritance and property for the kids after I passed
But the government sold off the lands to oil barons who poisoned the wells and grass
So I was relocated to a renovated box that was the size of the elevator of the mining shaft
Now my kids hate me and want to put me in an old folk’s institution because I was the blind Republican that voted for the bill that sunk this town into oblivion,
Gave the mayor corporate dominion over foreclosed houses of our friends
Never thought I’d live this long but now this seems worse off than death
Cause I’m the last asshole around from 1910
Now I wait for strangers to give me my medication, clean the bed pan, bring them TV dinners in
This town has been an economic blackhole since that river bed caved in
I’m waiting on a day
That’ll never come ‘til I’m lying in my grave and my fermented corpse dissolves within the roots
My head is in a noose
Gonna kick that rusted wheelchair out from underneath these boots
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6. |
Under The Influence
02:34
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Used to be the prince of the dope show
Now it appears that I’ll be flying solo
Down a rabbit hole of bad decisions
With an alcohol level that could kill a prison
I think about the movement
I think it’s fucking stupid
I used to be a full 180 from where I am today
Can’t stand this material world
As endless wars unfurl
All cock, no balls
From the neutralized public to the shopping malls
I guess I can’t stand people
False flags and golden steeples
Sometimes I wish that big ol’ super volcano would fuckin blow
Why can’t we make amends before it grows too late
and we all die?
Why must we tear apart our scenes with all our dreams
then run, and hide?
LET IT ALL DIE
Don’t believe that I’m ever coming back here
Though it was fun for the times that we crashed here
This place is trashed and we’re still last in line and out of time
I’m sleeping at the station
The platform’s fully vacant
I’m waiting for that winter train to come pick me up again
I know a place under the freeway if it gets too cold outside
You’ve got a million friends online but nowhere left to stay tonight
I’ll have some smokes, and read some books,
and find some way to pass the time
Substance to tear away the pain,
and numb the thoughts within my mind
LET IT ALL DIE
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7. |
Morning Creeps
02:09
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I’ve been down and out awhile
Been years since I could make you smile
I’ve been waiting drunk and stoned,
passed out by the telephone
In hopes you’ll call and tell me that you finally made it home
It sounds a bit obsessive ‘cause your line’s been disconnected
every day the skyline reappears
I try to care, but you’re not there
I’ve been losing track of time
Sometimes the pills relax my mind
I wouldn’t feel so forlorn and ashamed
If there was someone left to blame
It’s another unwanted burden
When the show ends at the drop of a curtain
Slowly replaced by a funeral sermon
I try to care but I’m not here
Things haven’t been the same
Since you went down in flames
I would’ve stayed with you
And watched the world continue
So live the dream or let it die
Take these blinders from my eyes
I’m awake, and alone
Standing by the telephone
All these tears fall like rain
These eyes, broken window pains
Let is sink, let it sleep
Let me drink away the morning creeps
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8. |
WJPD
03:06
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I used to crawl the streets at night
Get drunk and wrestle friends and fight
Bike through the suburbs after dark
Meet up and get high in the park
We weren’t hurting anyone
Just wanted to break out of the house and have some fun
Make out or talk about why the government was wrong
Share beer and share eachother’s songs
Then one by one each street turned stale
the pigs took over, we were beaten, booked and jailed
They set surveillance up on every park and trail
Yeah we were all destined to fail
Now I’m too scared to go outside
The cops are waiting to take me for a ride
We can’t embrace diversity
When we’re devolving towards a nazi Germany
Woe, woe, woe is me
My friends tell me to act my age
They have a fear of being caged
They have to act a certain way
Conform and fake your life each day
A police state makes it unsafe
To be yourself in a public place
They create more violence on the streets
Woe, woe, woe is me
The cops are at the door again
They have a warrant for my last and only friend
I wanna sink a razor blade into my skin
Bleed out the regrets
Bleed out the regrets
Bleed out the regrets and the gin
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9. |
Ballad Of A Tin Man
03:50
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I used to stay awake all night
Writing letters postmarked by the daylight
Signed and stamped in best regards
It took awhile but you’d reply
With aspirations towards the sky
From the moonshine summer nights in your front yard
Then something slowly died and
There was a rift between the alleys where we used to sleep and hide
Then one day my letters returned
Ignored, refused by receiver
From an evicted paradise
Now I have lice
I used to wear a suit and tie and go to work on the east side
And save my pennies for sweet Molly, my true love and bride
One night I came drunk through the door
To find her missing from the floor and divorce papers stating she didn’t want me anymore
I caved in from surprise and realized that this life was just a lie
Fairweather friends use you to get by
I cut off all my hair and threw all my possessions down the stairs
Hopped town with a flask and a gun on a freight train going nowhere
I never planned to be this way
So senile I can barely see straight
Down the rails of my decline
And the positions I’ve resigned
I used to think success was inherited by paying taxes,
Praying, working hard, obeying laws and showing world compassion
If I only had a heart and didn’t have a brain then maybe these old cadaver eyes could learn to care and see again
And I wouldn’t be in pain on this nihilistic train
Oh I could be a family man with a house and a lawn hooked on anti-depressants
I remember when I called the cops on the neighbor’s kid for smoking pot
and In hot pursuit they gunned him down in the Walmart parking lot
I never asked to be an accessory to murdering their kin
The bishop later shrugged his shoulders and blamed the shooting on his sins
I used to think success was inherited by paying taxes
Until I saw the drones drop bombs on elementary classes
I never planned to be this way in a society so frayed
So I’ll sleep in exile alone and wait outside the bloodstained gates
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Captain Daniels and the Sunnybrook Sailors Salt Lake City, Utah
Anarcho Folkpunk from SLC, UT founded in 2016.
Maxwell- Vocals, Mandolin, Banjo, Guitar, Harmonica,
Washboard, Melodica
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