Category: Lyrics

I am alive, I am here I am now. I acknowlege the fact of my life.
I am alive breathing walking and smiling, acknowledge the fact of my life.
There’s a big big world out there, time that I stepped in ’cause I’m getting tired of pretending that I don’t really give a shit.
There was guilt and shame, there was fear and hate but now it’s finally time to appreciate the perfection of all life, all the times and places and time I’d waste.
I learned the hard way and ever since when I look forward or back I just gotta laugh ’cause it hit like a ton of bricks.
I laid down on the ground and I looked around and I saw a miracle I appreciate the simple beauty of the world it came to me like a bullet to the heart but it was there in front of me all along so obvious the only meaning of life is life itself.
I’m not controlled by anybody else, I must get out of my way, get out of my own way.

-Screeching Weasel, Acknowledge, Emo

Two weeks without alcohol ain’t hard
If it weren’t for these goddamn stars
And memories and hell that helps me sleep.
I cannot focus if I don’t rest
And If I ain’t doin’ nothin’, lord, then I get depressed
So here’s to raisin’ hell and livin’ cheap

Oh hell life ain’t all it’s supposed to be,
Walkin’ floors and worryin’
Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see.
I’ve lived and learned and lord I’ve made it back
I’ve fought three at once and they whooped my ass
But livin’s better when taking chances constantly

Well these wrinkles they are proof of age
They read of all these single days
By learnin’ who is who, and what is what
See man, some may show a mask or two
And base their lives on havin’ more than you
Man, that life must be lonely as fuck

See that’s not how it’s supposed to be
Lappin’ up commodities
With money that you don’t have or even see
I’ve lived and learned and lord I made it back
I want nothin’, that’s still all I have
It’s not what you make or do
It’s how you’re livin’

Well I’m growin’ gray and I’m gettin’ old
But that don’t mean I do what I’m told
In fact I’ve opted out, I’ve given up
See man, money is a thing of the past
You spend it once, and it don’t come back
So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small
So that’s whats up

This is not what it’s supposed to be
Walkin’ floors and worryin’
It’s about life and love and family and thinkin’ free
I’ve been lit up before and I’ve bounced right back
Made mistakes and I’ve learned to laugh
Tonight I’m gettin’ drunk and simply livin’

I like to get high as a mountain
When I’m crumblin’ to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don’t mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity

Pacing chain store floors for identity.

-Thing of the Past – Tim Barry

I like this Lyric of the Month series. I enjoy it. It highlights the poetry of musicians which properly present ideas and do it with a beat behind it. Perfect.

December was seriously highlighted by instrumental music. November showed a lot of classical CBC Radio 2, which also seeped into December. December showed us The Lazy MKs, The Mag Seven, Explosions in the Sky. Check my Music page for photos and links. All instrumental bands that were so refreshing to listen to, possibly because everything that I hear people say usually makes me shake my head because of the stupidity, transparency, or uncivil manner of it.

So instrumental was it. That means there were no lyrics. That means this Lyric of the Month Post was completely useless.

The world’s on heroin, I’m on strike against all this laziness. I try to go for all, despite all the underachievers, from the government to the drive-thru guy, delayed results with no reasons why. My only guess they must be high. I want to put an end to all of them but I don’t know where to begin, ’cause I’m pretty sure the world’s on heroin. Everybody is standing in my way, I try to use my brain but stupidity is thrown in my face. I’m a coffee guy in a stoner place and the world keeps turning at a turtle’s pace. Get it over with, check into N.A. If i had my way I’d prefer if everyone was on speed. I’m so sick of the no can do and the failures you concede, at any rate from the looks of things everyone’s nodding out but me. The world’s on heroin, too many lazy morons in my face, the world’s on heroin, everybody acts like a zombie. I’m not saying that I’m better than them, I don’t have the kind of time to spend with slacker types trying to be my friend. I want to put an end to all of them but i don’t know where to begin cause I’m pretty sure the world’s on heroin.
-All, World’s on Heroin




Well you know I over-intellectualize
When really what I’m feelin’s a lot of shit inside
But Jesus it’s hard to self-actualize
When you can’t stop thinkin’ about going home
You can’t really ever go home like they say
And if you do it’s all messed up anyway
And besides the shit they tried to tell you back there
Gets in your hair and messes up your head everyday

And that’s why I’m here to tell you that there’s nothin’ left to lose
Except for maybe all the expectations and the blues
And I’ve come to tell you that you’ve nothin’ left to prove
Most especially not to expectation and the blues

Well who’s got it right, and who thinks he’s wrong?
We movin’ too fast, or are we takin’ too long
To find some common values that I can’t seem to locate
No matter where I end up for the week?

It’s a pretty tough call when all you can see
Is numbing government when you look at the TV
And the big business Satan
And cops that would love to take your head off if they had half a chance

My Mormon cousins think I’m nuts, but they’re out of touch
And today I got my finger on the pulse of the monster
Not the biblical stuff or the TV bullshit
But somethin’ deep and real, global and truly ugly

So as I walk out into the sunlight to face the music
And leave the casino behind me in the dark
I know in my heart the things we see around us in the world today are a mess
But it’s not all our fault, so hey…


-Corb Lund, Expectation and the Blues

I work eight hour days, usually. If not eight, then eight and a half, or seven and a half. If not that, then five. If not five then none. In all those hours I get to listen to the music that I want to listen to, and on occasion I let a coworker choose an album as long as it isn’t Death Cab or something we listened to the day before… My iPod is almost full with 32gb of music, and it seems like there is nothing on it we haven’t listened to. We have fully raped it of its musical innocence and have tore into every bit of music on it. Until I played this band this morning. I have listened to them quite a bit, to a point that I nearly ruined them for myself, but haven’t listened to them in a while. But listening to them this morning revolutionized everything. Their fresh Texas punk beats energized the store and the lyrics were something to be shared.
I don’t even know if they play music anymore. They probably remind my brothers of their days at highschool ten years ago, they are that old of a band.
The lyrics go better with the music, as do most lyrics. Read them anyhow.

Well I know I’m past that age,
but I’ve got growing pains again.
It’s not that physical this time, I know.
It’s something from within,
it hurts to think about the friends and family
I had to leave behind,
when my undeveloped body
got stuck with an older mind.

I’m at the age where society says I should be a man,
but I don’t think I can, don’t wanna be a man.
I can’t ignore the fact the more I see the less I understand,
I guess I should have a plan, I don’t wanna be a man.

So now my soul is duct taped to this body
whose life will someday end.
I’ve found a limited amount of answers,
but the questions never end.

And my ineptitude is starting to show,
the pain continues to grow
as I trip over my words again and again and again and again and again
but I’m determined not to settle for the mess
that sorrows me, hate and fear and all the rest
will still go on but without me!

I don’t wanna be a man, I don’t wanna be a man!
So many things I’m supposed to be,
but they’ve got nothing to do with me!
I don’t wanna be a man!

-30footfall, Kirk Cameron Sings the Blues

I won’t turn away
From the indifference and selfishness
And carelessness and irresponsibility
These are the downfalls of human nature
And I just want to break free
And I’m wondering where to start
And we all think we’re so smart
But I’m still here and you’re still here
And neither one of us has changed the world
And though I’ve and I’ve tried and I hope it all turns out good
It didn’t turn out like I thought it would
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
But I still won’t turn away

Sometimes I wish I could look it in the face
But this ignorance is not confined
It’s all over the place
It’s inside me, and its inside you
I never do the things I say I’m gonna do
Sometimes my fear just runs my life
And all I want is some place to hide
But as long as you and me are here
We can change a little part of our world
If we can’t make it better
At least we wont make it worse
It didn’t turn out like I thought it should
But I still won’t turn away
Sometimes I don’t know what to think
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
But I still won’t turn away

-30footfall, Subhumanitarian Homewrecked Blues

Will there ever be a time when time doesn’t matter
When a lack of money means your dreams aren’t shattered
When chemicals don’t take the edge off of life
And confidence keeps you whole inside
Can we ever look forward to not being bored
To not being scared to open closed doors
To love without holding anything back
To trust and share and stay intact?

Give me love don’t give me hate
I’ll stay aware and not sedate
Addicted to my sleepyhead
When it’s time to wake up
I’ll stay in bed

-30footfall, Plastic