Finale

NO VIDEO for talk about by Dear and the Headlights.

9-5

NO VIDEO for Vaccination Scar by Tragically Hip...

15-10

Some songs don't have music to them yet. So i've included 3 of 5 that do.

19-16

25-20

(unfortunately not the whole song)

30 Meaningful Songs: 30-26

So with all the fun I had while doing 30 days of meaningful lyrics,

i've decided to reprise, and show you the songs to go with the lyrics.

I will be doing it in reverse order, starting with song 30, counting to song 1.

this won't be a month-long event like the the original event

as it's hard to find time to do this sort of thing.

I'll be posting five songs a day.

check back every day, I will post to facebook every time I update the 30doml blog.

http://30doml.blogspot.com

thanks everyone!

Wednesday Sept 30 2009

I'm not your star
I'm not that beam of light
Here to save your life
To make your wallet fat
While mine's on a diet
It's not my greatest care
But simple needs are scarce
It's never-ending
It really seems unfair
But lately I don't care
I don't care about much
I've given up trying

So sing about love
Sing about lust
So they will care
It's the same difference
That's what happens when you play catch without arms
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
That's what happens when you compromise your art
It's what sets, sets, sets apart

We've got this far
I don't know if you care
But I think that you should swear
Or something of the sorts
Show me your trying

So sing about love
Sing about lust
So they will care
It's the same difference
That's what happens when you play catch without arms
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
That's what happens when you compromise your art
It's what sets, sets, sets apart

Set the bait so they will bite it
If there's a hook they can't deny it
Sing about love so they can feel it
Sing about love so they can sing it
Sing it

That's what happens when you play catch without arms
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
That's what happens when you compromise your art
It's what sets, sets, sets apart

I'm not your star
I'm not that beam of light
Here to save your life
Oh no
Not your star
Not that beam of light
Here to save your life
Oh no

La Serena - Kingdoms (Tuesday Sept 29 2009)

With eyes like model homes where everything is perfect and nothing is real
All I see is vacancy, so let’s count this city out

With aspirations of apparitions
Windless sails on an empty pier
I’m saving all my change for that flight to La Serena
where Gemini South is waiting for me

I need this light; I need the light of something otherworldly
to pierce these black spheres that have grown so weary
Weathervanes point to withered veins
and weariness thrives like the word of god in middle America
With eyes like model homes where everything is perfect and nothing is real
All I see is vacancy, so let’s count this city out

This is one more yellow brick
through your windshield on the way to Oz

I need to define myself with a new centre of gravity

La Serena - Kingdoms

Hide & Seek - Imogen Heap (Monday Sept 28 2009)

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs

(hide and seek)
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit

Hide & Seek - Imogen Heap

Organ Grinder - Every Time I Die (Sunday Sept 27 2009)

You've heard the voice of God, solely.

Everything is so clear to you.

Reload for the greater good.

Focus.

Throw us at the feet of the fools.

You don't know how lucky you are that your life is so characterless.

All the worlds a cage and we are animals pounding at the glass.

Housebroken, declawed. Unaware of the threat.

Bull hooks that keep us in line while cameras flash and we play while the trespassers plot to collect on their debts.

There were eyes everywhere that I went.

You'll be found.

Mark my words.

You will be found.

Stripped down and held to the light.

You will be found.

They will narrow their eyes, take aim and bring the world to its knees.

You'll be found.

Mark my words.

You will be found.

Just because you have figured it out.

Doesn't mean it won't happen to you.

Just because you have figured it out.

Doesn't mean it won't happen to you.

All the worlds a maze and they are scientists plotting every move.

Big brother will keep us in line with his snipers on the roof.

Though I'm cautious not to draw the attention of the fiends, I'm the happiest sadist around once surrendered to the drink.

There was fire everywhere that I stood.

There was fire everywhere that I stood.

Just because you're afraid of the dark doesn't mean that its frightened of you.

Just because you're afraid of the dark doesn't mean that its frightened of you.

You've heard the voice of God, solely.

Everything is so clear to you.

Slow down your racing heart.

Steady.

Quickly or it moves out of frame.

We are nothing more than mannequins.

Everyone is put of display.

This will not pass in time.

The moment will not pass.

Caught in the act for our lives.

The moment will not pass.

The dark doesn't flinch.

Take heed.

The moment will not pass.

Cover your tracks.

We're sitting ducks.

The moment will not pass.

We are nothing more than mannequins.

Organ Grinder - Every Time I Die

Then Came To Kill/Kenny Gibler (Play The Piano Like A Disease) - The Chariot (Saturday Sept 26 2009)

Fight priest, fight. take pictures.

Make alright what you have lost,

Give pride back to the ground.

You have got all you want.

But you've got a wreck.

Everyone in this whole wide world.

Wake up and panic.

Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death.

Panic.

They all stare, but no one seeks.

They all claim, but no one speaks.

They all hear what they want.

Panic preacher, panic.

Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves lies,

They come in pairs of two and we only die twice,

But for such a long time.

Just because you kiss a lot, that don't mean you're in love.

Just because you have begun, that doesn't mean you've won.

Well I was a second son, not born but just once, and all my friends be gray.

The fade out.

They all close the door and no one speaks out loud.

The fade out.

Take my heart, prophet.

Heads or Tails, Real or Not? - Emarosa (Friday Sept 25 2009)

You loved it when my heart dropped, paused, stopped, and walked away
full of content that it went your way

these cuts that i've caused are never to deep to heal
peel back the bandage, see a scar from countless careless things

feel yourself drifting, pulled away

well nothing feels real anymore
i'm not taking my time anymore
to show you how i feel
to show you who i am
cause it's locked away

we all need to find our way
cut the loss, just walk away

now head towards the light, the dark has no place here

i don't feel real, I don't feel real
this pain is beating.
I don't feel real, I don't real

well nothing feels real anymore
i'm not taking my time anymore

now head towards the light, the dark has no place here.

well nothing feels real anymore
i'm not taking my time anymore
to show you how i feel
to show you who i am
cause it's locked away

the things we think about at night never lose taste
take the close to find something greater
this wall has finally reached its end
its higher ground, lets make a stand
did you ever think we would get this high
pull back the sheets to find a ending that you prayed for.

now head towards the light the dark has no place here.

Heads or Tails, Real or Not? - Emarosa

Screams in a Vacuum - Love You Moon (Thursday Sept 24 2009)

Well, the name of the racket is mutual pleasure.
With a quota to fill and pages to cover.
Well, they're all full of violence, cheap sex and property.
And owe a middle class debt and wage slave lottery.

Well it all tastes like apathy and shrug shouldered boredum.
Keep turning that crank and doing your job son. (yeah!)

Well theres a damn brunette wrapped in bronze patent leather.
She got hands on her flesh and a gaze "Come hither".
High, high heels and a low self-esteem.
Ink on glossy paper she's a real wild thing.

With some tape, pair of scissors you can re-arrange her.
And she playing by the rules she keep her mouth SHUT.
She a real good woman, stick to her role.
Yeah she stays in her place, she dont put up a fight. (Thats a good dame).

Well the pictures they tell me what it takes to be a man.
I need a high paying job and buy as much as i can.
And I aint' really strong without a gun in my hand.
With a mouth full of meat I choke "United We Stand!"
I gotta drink, fuck, and fight i love my automobile.
And i pledge my allegence to invisible boundarys.
And I can't ever let no lady get the best of me. (Gotta keep that upper hand, Right?!)

Well all the teachers and the preachers they got long wooden noses.
They tell me I'll be fine if i just compete.
I stand in line and I sing with their chior.
Do my part in society to aquire and produce.
And i sit in my seat and accept my submission.
Tell me never to rise unless i ask for permission.

Well the old tricky part now is convincing the children.
Should keep their fingers wrapped tight around the rope thats tugging.
Make that old tired game look hip & unique.
Make sure the motives are properly hidden.
Tell them every equation is solved absolute.
That theres good guys and bad guys like an old silent movie.
Oh, so the father will die for an intangability.
Well i guess thats just the cost of freedom and liberty. (Yeah! Aint it sweet! Aint it sweet?)

Well the pen and the paper is a rock in the ocean.
Screams in a vacuum, hands in the copper's cuffs.
Story book dreaming for the hopeless romantic.
Don't be fooled thats just the way that they planned it.

Screams in a Vacuum - Love You Moon

Never Loved (The Story) - Apotheke (Wednesday Sept 23 2009)

We would've burned from the start,
So let's pretend we know who we are.
You wanted love from the begining of it all,
Let's pretend we know who we are.

Well, here's a story I've been told that as you finally grow old
You'll never love someone like you did first. And it's the truth.
Here's a story I've been told that as you finally grow old
You'll never love somebody like you did first.

So I'll deny myself to sleep.
'Cause without you my darling, I'm nothing.
Oh, tonight I'm drinking myself to sleep
Because without you baby, I have nothing. I have nothing.

Here's a story I've been told that as you finally grow old
You'll never love someone like you did first. Yeah!

And I, I'm drinking myself to sleep. Yeah.

Hey Momma - Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground (Tuesday Sept 22 2009)

hey momma I am such a selfish bastard
I stare through dirty windowpanes at fumbled DNA
I guess they stumble upright now
so come down to man-made foliage
where all the crazies be, they’re crazy just like me
except i am sheltered from the cold

Oh darlin’ hold me tighter, so your teeth don’t have
to chatter we can smile at putrid senile faces
taxin’ where our space is

now that’s love

so baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants
my stems are stout from the caffeine
and my drenched pedals have the fragrance of nicotine
and i’ll be asleep by 8:30

In the morning wake me gently, like a bird of paradise
my agenda is my vice.
and I am all dressed up with nowhere to go

man
get out man

freak out man

that’s why i get a little jumpy when the phone rings
and automations on the other line
those head set robots waste time on a company dime
it’s a waste of time

but can you blame me? when all the things i see
they came to me in dreams
somewhere out in the spaced out back of my mind

Since We've Been Wrong - The Mars Volta (Monday Sept 21, 2009)

Do you remember how you wore that dress?
it slit my sight beneath the eyelids
do you remember what you said to me?
what course has given you the right to stray

And in your living tomb I'm stuck but safe
the clocks are ticking fast with every breath

Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
since we've been wrong
you will never, ever know me

What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
but my heart, it asks
just one more time

Are you still a mess?

One day a rain will come to wash away
the earth that held us was no island
I have become ingrown inside this skin
I'll find a way out through those eyelids

And all the days become a castaway
I seem to think I don't belong here

Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
since we've been wrong
you will never, ever know me

What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
but my heart, it asks
just one more time

Are you still a mess?

I don't belong here, I shouldn't stay
what falls inside me grows empty
the walls between us will never break
just seal it shut, it grows empty

Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
since we've been wrong
you will never, ever know me

What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
since we've been wrong
I've been part awake

Since we've been wrong
you will never, ever know me
what took you so long?
I'm not sure all the way

But my heart, it asks
just one more time

Are you still a mess?

Since We've Been Wrong - The Mars Volta

Despite What You've Been Told - Two Gallants (Sunday Sept 20 2009)

I guess by the bloodstain of your lips

And the wander of your fingertips

I should prove true to my emptyness

And stay here

Well I'm just a kid of ill repute

But the skin I wear is my only suit..

And you you're just a substitute

For the one that I hold dear

You know you could be anyone

God forgive my tasteless tongue

I never should have been set free

I carve my eyes, I skin my face

And beg some how to be replaced

That's how we deal with boys like me

I guess by this world so sick with loss

And your services so free of cost

I should climb down of my rugged cross

And lay with you

But you know by now it's half past late

And I only came here for escape

You, you're just my next mistake

Like me to you

You know you could be anyone

God forgive your unborn sons

I hope they don't end up like me

I drag my mind through streets of shame

Blame myself, forgive the game

That's how we deal with boys like me

But despite what you've been told

I once had a soul

Left somewhere behind

A former friend of mine

And I hate to speak so free

But you mean nothing to me

So if the streetlights they shine bright

I'll be home tonight

I guess by the dim light in your eyes

And that to you all things come as a surprise

I should set the steel trap of your thighs

And dive right in

But to you I'm just a confused child

Insecure or in denial

Go raise your robes, go have your trial

I'll let you win

You know I could be anyone

God forgive what I should have done

My thoughts enough to guilty thee

And yes, I guess I made this bed

But i'll take the sidewalk instead

That's how we deal with boys with me

But despite what you've been told

I once had a soul

Left somewhere behind

A former friend of mine

And I hate to sound so true

But I mean nothing to you

So with the streetlights they shine bright

I'll be home tonight

Song For Luna - As Tall As Lions (Saturday Sept 19 2009)

Summer

It's been three years since I last saw

that lonely smile.

Bound to be a thousand more

'till I can find

A face I love as much as yours

Mi Hermosa

Never

would have thought you'd catch my eye

across the room

Broken English, a goodbye

that came too soon.

Who needs words words.

When you reply

Con su cuerpo?

I've been stuck

on you foreign eyes.

They have struck for a better boy

We put our lives on our shoulders,

but these arms are too weak to hold us.

Dreaming

'bout some drunken melody

you sung before.

Verses beautiful and strange,

I love that song.

I am strong beneath the fold

of all that files.

Haven't found all that I'm looking for.

Lost your ghost somewhere in Samana

I run my finger across windows to trace

all the outlines that make up your face

Haven't found all that I'm looking for.

Lost your ghost somewhere in Samana

Try and try there's no use to pretend,

all i want is to see you again.

Sing into the moonlight

Who could ask for more?

Song For Luna - As Tall As Lions

We Used To Vacation - Cold War Kids (Friday Sept 18 2009)

I kissed the kids at noon
then stumbled out the room
I caught a cab
ran up a tab
on 7th and flower

best recital I had to ruin
missed my son's graduation
punched the Nickles boy
for taking his seat
gets all that anger from me

still things could be much worse
natural disasters on the evening news
still things could be much worse
we still got our health
my paycheck in the mail

I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time

I'm just an honest man
provide for me and mine
I give a check to tax deductable
charity organizations
two weks paid vacation won't heal the damage done
I need another one

still things could be much worse
natural disasters on the evening news
still things could be much worse
we still got our health
my paycheck in the mail

I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
to mix a drink
and sink into oblivion

I promised to my wife and children
that accident
left everyone a little shook up
but at the meetings
I felt so empty
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time

We Used To Vacation - Cold War Kids

The Ugly Truth - Louis Logic (Thursday Sept 17 2009)

Disclaimer: Todays lyrics are stylized in a different manner than other posts i've made.

Before you read them, be prepared for some offensive content. It's offensive to prove a point, in reality the artist is not a racist, we all discriminate. This is his way of saying that.

Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys
And the features that they share with simians
Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients
They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life
While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites
And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights
So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types
It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys
Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads who have no wives
Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights
Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights
Cuz they go from having lives to having life
And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite
Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat
And sail their monkey asses back to Africa
And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts
So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard
Hometown battlefield, times is hard
Crime is risin', on my horizon
And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job
A lot of folks say that the times is changing
But the more things change, the more they stay the same
And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know

Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech
Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap
With every breath their breathing through large beaks
They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats
What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men
Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them
They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed
It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's
I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth
'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works
We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah
And smother out their breath and words with yamakas
'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz
Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons
'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms
We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard
Hometown battlefield, times is hard
Crime is risin', on my horizon
And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job
A lot of folks say that the times is changing
But the more things change, the more they stay the same
And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know

You know who probably hurts us most
Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks
Godheads who settle on our urban coast
I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and restaurants
Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws
Treatin' them like real Americans when after all
These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs
And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry
Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers
The law provides us with no means of protection
Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception
And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply
Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high
Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals
Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles
The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons
I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard
Hometown battlefield, times is hard
Crime is risin', on my horizon
And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job
A lot of folks say that the times is changing
But the more things change, the more they stay the same
And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know

I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease
We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks
And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag
No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that?
We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers
Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear
The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick
The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick
Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy
Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military
We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian
And wimpy feminine men than to let them in
Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen
But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions
Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan
And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration

[Beat stops]

[Man talking]
Right this way, Governor Bush

Watery Graves - Brendan Alborough (Wednesday Sept 16 2009)

i know that stare like the back of my hand
some things just cannot be explained
i know that in your head there lives a man
but me and him share different names

i know these roads like the veins on your wrists
but i'm lost and it's beginning to rain
i feel you shake every time that we kiss
it still feels good, but it's not the same

these eyes sink in like watery graves
there's just no ending to these days

i know these feelings like the skin on your back
there's no proper way to deal with pain
i need to know if you love me back
it's getting dark and i can't see straight

i know your voice like my favourite tune
like a tattoo or a red wine stain
and if i see you in hell, it'll be too soon
hell, i never want to see you again

these eyes sink in like watery graves
there's just no ending to these days

these eyes sink in like watery graves
and i've only got myself to blame

Watery Graves - Brendan Alborough

Call Me Thrifty - Jamie Peacock (Tuesday Sept 15 2009)

Some things are lost in translation
in transition, from the freeflowing though
to that ordinary pen you bought;
The expensive things you've sought
might as well have already turned to soot.
trampled under foot, by your decisive devices
and the havoc they've wrought.

I'm on the next train
to a place with a great view
where the price I pay
isn't a narrowing noose
dependency is no excuse
lets gets loose

call me thrifty, but I'll hold on tighter to moral
than anything ever offered from a store.
forced their hands in junction with consumption.
forced our hands, we believe the need to reach for something.

I'm headed to the north
where what you buy
isn't what you're worth
where the price I pay
isn't a narrowing noose
dependency was primed
surely it can be diffused

Our words are worth more
than sale price, so much more.
the verbal rifle is cocked
and the ticking clock stopped

Call Me Thrifty - Jamie Peacock

Chances - Xavier Rudd (Monday Sept 14 2009)

At times in life
You'll connect with some
And some will have to move on
At times you'll feel
The need to fly
And fly though you may hurt someone

You were there
Your chances were clear
Choices were made in spite
Of times that were spent
Feelings were mixed
Amongst your support base
A heart was lost
But a heart found its place

This is a recipe of life
Made up of fragments of peoples
Peace and peoples vibes
Well its each now to their own
Well your heart will know

Chances - Xavier Rudd

Cassandra Syndrome - Dead and Divine (Sunday Sept 13 2009)

We are rusting at our hinges, we are coughing up asbestos.

We are loveless, careless automated animals.

Fundamentally lonesome, and socially inept.

Come on, come on, come on, come on. We are as good as it gets.

Always in the wrong place at the wrong, drained of our vital fluids and feeling fine.

Oh, the machines we are.

Oh, the machines we are.

Don't it seem so strange what we're willing to exchange for the world's attention?

It's a failing world we've devised (we keep broadcasting our shame)

When we want our failures televised (cause it keeps the world entertained)

The anxiety in another's eyes (keeps us feeling alive)

It gets us off, it gets us off.

Glory be to vanity cause god's too busy staring in the mirror.

Glory be to vanity cause god's too busy staring in the mirror.

We can only settle our synthetic hearts by the sound of recoil.

We determine our caliber based on how much and who we despoil.

What are we, but hornets to the swarm...When only the body of a stranger keeps us warm?

It's a failing world we've devised (we keep broadcasting our shame)

When we want our failures televised (cause it keeps the world entertained)

The anxiety in another's eyes (keeps us feeling alive)

It gets us off, it gets us off.

Cassandra Syndrome - Dead and Divine

Run With The Hunted - Sparrow Lake (Saturday Sept 12 2009)

Reminding me of something

I may have seen it

in the movies, it moves me.

I don't falter, i'm a mountain

i'm a shelter for the winter.

I hinder, but it lingers

I won't waver or falter.

There's a ghost beneath my bed

are you sure he's really dead?

Cause last I checked, he was breathing

There are some skeletons in this closet of mine.

I hear their bones rattling,

they keep me up at night.

you can run,

we're hunted by our regrets

and insecurities

I'm going to stand

face to face with the gun

i'll twist the barrel aimed at me.

Run With The Hunted - Sparrow Lake

The Most Dangerous Commercials - Circa Survive (Friday Sept 11, 2009)

We've been terrorized
With television problems
And surprised
When it's too good to be true
We've been terrorized
With air-conditioned issues
In spare times
When it's too good to be true
I can't live without you

I've pretended to care for hours
I've pretended to care for days

But your mouth never closed
Your excuses are filled with holes
Suppose you'll be right too...
Would you ever even know?

We've been terrorized
With air-conditioned issues
In spare times
What you reap in more
We've been terrorized
The oldest magician returns
To steal your soul
(To believe in more)

There's a special logic that grows with commercial prevention
(Better put your money in)
Just to be safe
(Better put your money in)
It's like getting rightful knowledge

But your mouth never closed
Your excuses are filled with holes
Suppose you'll be right too...
Would you ever even know? Oh...

Cause you'll be compensated for your testimonial
Just do your best to make it feel as real as possible
Cause you'll become ok with all the things you didn't know
Just to your best to make it seem natural

We've been terrorized
With television problems
And pull crimes
When it's too good to be true
We've been terrorized
With air-conditioned issues
In spare nights
When it's too good to be true
We've been terrorized [x4]

We'll be the last to know and the first ones to go

The Most Dangerous Commercials - Circa Survive

Baboon - This Town Needs Guns (Thursday Sept 10 2009)

While time waits for no man
I’ll be here in winter.
Tear down your baracades
so I may enter.

Your lips are warm
they comfort me.
Open up
and lets begin.

So I’ll lay on this
bed that I have made.
So soundly sleep
and whisper your name.

Oooooh you…you burn me up.

One touch and I am in
a trance like state.
Entwinning our fates to another
the cost of our will now both bound to each other.
What was in your head
when you said
“until death”?

The marks upon your skin
tell tales while envy
mocks without remorse
and ties you up in knots.

One touch and I am in
a trance like state.
Entwinning our fates to another
the cost of our will now both bound to each other.
What was in your head
when you said
“until death”?

Your lies unfold
like lines that were left
in turn and consequently
told all.

Baboon - This Town Needs Guns

This Heat - The Sound of Animals Fighting (Wednesday Sept 9 2009)

It's making me nervous how every day feels the same
Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away
So they stay

I found a good place for everyone I know to come and rest
All I ever wanted is for everyone I know to come and rest
Meet my Phantoms
Meet my Phantoms
Meet my Phantoms
Meet my Phantoms

How's your body, how clean is your soul?
Why are you trying to steal my thoughts before they fly
Fall right in, let's talk, Maurice
If everything's fine, then why are you waiting for him?
How's your body, how clean is your soul?
Why are you trying to steal my thoughts before they talk
Fall right in, let's talk Maurice
If everything's fine, then what are you waiting for?
Kid, where's your pride?
Use your time, sure it's more than love and goals,
and love and goals both use your pride, use your time
Waste of life, feel the music change your mind
Where's your body, where's your soul?
Waste of life, feel the music change your mind
Where's your body, where's your soul?
Sure it's more than love and goals, and love and goals both...
(Since they try to lie, I said it's the truth
The monsters that walk among us..
X marks the trouble, X marks the trouble
This is me trying to get away
The monsters walk, it's brilliant
Just 2 eyes and you believe them
Don't try to lie, don't try to lie
I said it's the truth
X marks the trouble...)

Kid, where's your pride?
Use your time, sure it's more than love and goals, and love and goals both
Use your pride, use your time
Wasted life, feel the music change your mind
Where's your body, where's your soul
Wasted life, feel the music change your mind...

This Heat - The Sound of Animals Fighting

Vaccination Scar - The Tragically Hip (Tuesday Sept 8 2009)

So the chemistry's set,
and I'm not the saddest cheerleader
to forget the American word.
For the gang in the head
that dwindles 'til no members when
The mystery's met,
the sky looks threatened
heading home in the dust,
singing 'Life Is Forgettin',
good enough for the frivilous.

There's one thing I remember is
this tear on your bare shoulder,
this little silver boulder,
this slowly falling star.
We're rolling, so what?
Never getting older where the moon-shocked curtains part.
The start of enough,
a tear dropped in a vaccination scar.

I'll tell ya if I'm able, that is,
I'll tell ya like it is.
He went down like a bad card table, like
the Tacoma Narrows Bridge,
like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.

Swimming on a bit,
"stop, you're treading water" as the sun assimilated the words.
For lighthouse fire
burning down to ember's end.
The mystery met
sky just reddened,
heading home under dusk.
Is life just forgettin' another word for frivilous?
Little silver boulder, silence from Mars.
For the heart of enough
or a teardrop in a Vaccination Scar.

Wherever you are, scar

Vaccination Scar - The Tragically Hip

Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and Be Loved) - Bright Eyes (Monday Sept 7 2009)

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.

A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,

as I pass in a car buried under the influence.

The city's driving me out of my mind.

I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.

He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree

and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.

Next time he will not aim so high.

Yeah, next time, neither will I.

Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.

Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.

While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.

He knows there's worse things than being alone.

And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.

I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?

An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.

I do not read the reviews.

No, I am not singing for you.

Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.

And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.

With all these wishes I make,

I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home.

Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,

all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.

And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,

but as least I got an A.

And so I don't have them to blame.

Well I should stop pointing fingers;

reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,

the cowboy presidents.

So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit

when they've made a mistake.

While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,

he knows he don't have to say it,

so it, it don't bother him.

"Honesty", "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."

And the approval rating's high,

and so someone's gonna die.

Well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.

They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.

And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.

We're still the pawns in their game.

As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,

we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.

Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan

on the fast food marquee:

Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.

Oh and the Blues, I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!

Well, I awoke in relief.

My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,

in a Chicago hospital.

And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.

I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."

He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless

and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.

I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."

So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.

While a million objects pass through my periphery.

Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me.

I've been staring too long at the screen.

But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?

It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.

How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,

to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.