1. |
Your Life
02:40
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We've been here for so long
Where did you go?
You said you'd stay forever
You walked out the door
Just wanna live my life
You always tell me no
Who the fuck am I?
guess well never know
It's your life
And I'm living in it
It's my life too
I'm not along for the ride, girl
I've got places to go
I'll pack up my guitar
I'll head to the show
Just wanna live my life
You always tell me no
Who the fuck am I?
guess well never know
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2. |
The Virus
01:37
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I'm fucking sick and tired of all this shit
Spewing out of your mouth about politics
Try to accept the fact
Stop feigning ignorance
That only helps to spread the virus
Your hate filled rhetoric just keeps droning on
Millions of jaded fools singing along
This isn't right or left it's fucking wrong
Business as usual
We're divided and they're strong
A bunch of faceless liars
All high up on the hill
They take from every corner
They take more than their fill
But not if you were chosen
We're left to pay the bills
It's time to take a stand
This time we really will
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3. |
Save Your Soul
03:21
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A field of stones and broken bones
It's all that separated us
From the ones we've loved
It may be true it may be false
But this is your only shot so
Give it all you've got
These things I see cannot be true
You can't keep hanging yourself
While I'm hanging from you
This limb gets weaker as we sway
And I swear these are my last words
Can't save your soul
Everything I touch turns to stone
Turn to stone
These things I feel cannot be real
They say it only takes time
But I don't want to heal
These cuts get deeper every day
And I swear these are my last words
Can't save your soul
Everything touch turns to stone
Turns to stone
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4. |
He's Gone
03:25
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Jimmy was a kid who always got straight A's in school
A model citizen he followed all the rules
His parents thought him right
Thought him not to fight
Just sit complacently and everything will be alright
Your mind is not a toy
Just something to employ
Your body's sacred too
Just do what we tell you
He just kept to himself
He passed through like a ghost
Never had any friends 'cept
Jesus Christ and both his folks
One day he went away
At least that's what they say
Nobody knows for sure
It's still a mystery
He never fell in love
No one was good enough
They always disapproved
When push you know it came to shove
They threw his life away
He'll never be the same
and now he's gone for sure
It's such a fucking shame
He ran away he couldn't take it anymore
Got his mind set on some distant shore
Just close his eyes and then he'll be there
Away from home and without a care
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5. |
All These Years
03:21
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Out the door and to a show
Pour my heart into a list of sing-alongs that nobody will know
Here comet that beat again
Crowd is full but I am here all alone
I've got the urge again
Need to feel the needle on that vinyl skin
Everything fades away
Takes away the pain
Sing along but I can't tell you anything that's going on in here
I can't take it anymore
I need a fix I need some more
I need those white hot lights
Burning in my eyes
I need to hear the gain
I need to feel the pain
Ringing in my ears
Doing this for all these years
If you think you feel the same
You can't escape it
Nothing else will keep you sane
But these are just my words
These are just my songs
I'm just trying to cope man
And get along till I can feel again
I can't take it anymore
I need a fix I need some more
I need those white hot lights
Burning in my eyes
I need to hear the gain
I need to feel the pain
Ringing in my ears
Doing this for all these years
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The Barksdales Buffalo, New York
The Barksdales music takes the attitude and rebellion of traditional punk rock and blends it with raw driving guitar laden, good old fashion rock 'n' roll. They blend huge driving drums and bass with an almost obnoxious amount of rock guitar. They play fast, they play hard, and they will never do it any other way. ... more
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