Brownie Points - Cynthia Size and the @eclectic spOOns
B. R. O. W. N. I. E. P. O. I. N. T. S.
Why did you go and buy me that book
Just the day after you gave me that look
Gave me that look
You gave me that look
Look look look
You have me that look
Scoring brownie points is not true emotion
I gave you my heart and my hearts what you took
Hearts what you took
My hearts what you took
Heart heart heart
My hearts what you took
You only ever treat me nice when you want something
You are such a sycophantic man
Sick sick sick sick
Sycophantic man
And the brownie points that you've accrued
Are just part of your master plan
Part of your mass
Part of your mass
Part of your master plan
B. R. O. W. N. I. E. P. O. I. N. T. S.
Gave me that look
You gave me that look
Look look look
You have me that look
Hearts what you took
My hearts what you took
Heart heart heart
My hearts what you took
Brownie points
Are for losers
You should do what you do
Just because you want to do it
Brownie points
Are for users
You’ve got nothing to prove
So why’d you have to prove it
B. R. O. W. N. I. E. P. O. I. N. T. S.
Nur Ein II Lyrics
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Nigel (spOOn) Clements
- Goldman
- Posts: 520
- Joined: Mon Jan 30, 2006 6:17 am
- Instruments: None... But I use Reason 3.0, an iAxe 624 and an old beaten up acoustic, and sometimes I hit things.
- Recording Method: Reason 3.0, Magix Audio Studio 11 Deluxe, Samson C01U USB Studio Condenser Microphone.
- Submitting as: Nigel Clements, Accessory Twelve, @eclectic spOOns, Cynthia Size
- Location: Spectrum HQ, Cloudbase.
- Contact:
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Tex Beaumont
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 146
- Joined: Mon Feb 06, 2006 7:05 am
- Location: BrisVegas
Brownie Points
Tex Beaumont & the Dirty Hearts
(with help from Caravan Ray and the Right Honourable Member for Bennelong, Prime Minister of Australia, John W Howard MP)
A love between men is a beautiful thing, the bond that they share is truly unbreakable
Forged in adversity, bound by fraternity
A mate is a mate till the end
On the fields of sport or the field of battle
We sweat and we bleed and we fight all as one
And when last whistle blows, we embrace and together share an icy cold beer and a steaming hot tub
So all charge your glasses, grab the bloke beside you and sing:
La la la la la la la la la
Then Brownie points at the bloke over there
tight pink shirt and gel in his har
Something about that bloke just ain't right
Looks like the lads will have fun tonight
Macca skulls his beer and he says "Let's go!"
Davo does the same and he says "Righto"
Me and Boofhead and Bluey and Swill
are all chocked up on angry pills
There's no better way to spend a night
then sucking piss, and starting a fight
Oi oi
We don't like your type around here
Oi oi
You look like some fucking queer mate
Oi oi
Australia's sons come let us rejoice
For we are so young and free, yes we are so lucky
the blood of the convict, the sweat of the immigrant have made the greatest nation on Earth
From the fields of Anzac to the fields in drought
It'a all about helping a bloke when he's down
In this land of equality, free from class heirachy, there's a "fair go" for all
So all charge your glasses
to the green and the gold and the true blue
La la la la la la la la la
Then Brownie points at them two down the street
She's covered in veils from her head to her feet
He got a prayer mat under his arm
Time for some grevious bodily harm!
Macca skulls his beer and he says "Let's go!"
Davo does the same and he says "Righto"
Me and Boofhead and Bluey and Swill
are all chocked up on angry pills
There's no better way to spend a night
then sucking piss, and starting a fight
Oi oi
Why don't you go back where you came from, mate
Oi oi
We don't wan't no refugees around here
Oi oi
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
John Howard: I do not accept there is underlying racism in this country. I have always taken a more optimistic view of the character of the Australian people
some redneck on talkback radio: They come here, and we just get run over by Lebanese and wogs and shit. It's not cool...
(and some background reading, and more just in case this is all a bit mystifying)
Tex Beaumont & the Dirty Hearts
(with help from Caravan Ray and the Right Honourable Member for Bennelong, Prime Minister of Australia, John W Howard MP)
A love between men is a beautiful thing, the bond that they share is truly unbreakable
Forged in adversity, bound by fraternity
A mate is a mate till the end
On the fields of sport or the field of battle
We sweat and we bleed and we fight all as one
And when last whistle blows, we embrace and together share an icy cold beer and a steaming hot tub
So all charge your glasses, grab the bloke beside you and sing:
La la la la la la la la la
Then Brownie points at the bloke over there
tight pink shirt and gel in his har
Something about that bloke just ain't right
Looks like the lads will have fun tonight
Macca skulls his beer and he says "Let's go!"
Davo does the same and he says "Righto"
Me and Boofhead and Bluey and Swill
are all chocked up on angry pills
There's no better way to spend a night
then sucking piss, and starting a fight
Oi oi
We don't like your type around here
Oi oi
You look like some fucking queer mate
Oi oi
Australia's sons come let us rejoice
For we are so young and free, yes we are so lucky
the blood of the convict, the sweat of the immigrant have made the greatest nation on Earth
From the fields of Anzac to the fields in drought
It'a all about helping a bloke when he's down
In this land of equality, free from class heirachy, there's a "fair go" for all
So all charge your glasses
to the green and the gold and the true blue
La la la la la la la la la
Then Brownie points at them two down the street
She's covered in veils from her head to her feet
He got a prayer mat under his arm
Time for some grevious bodily harm!
Macca skulls his beer and he says "Let's go!"
Davo does the same and he says "Righto"
Me and Boofhead and Bluey and Swill
are all chocked up on angry pills
There's no better way to spend a night
then sucking piss, and starting a fight
Oi oi
Why don't you go back where you came from, mate
Oi oi
We don't wan't no refugees around here
Oi oi
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
Grab him round the head
Punch him in the guts
Knock him to the ground
Kick him in the nuts
John Howard: I do not accept there is underlying racism in this country. I have always taken a more optimistic view of the character of the Australian people
some redneck on talkback radio: They come here, and we just get run over by Lebanese and wogs and shit. It's not cool...
(and some background reading, and more just in case this is all a bit mystifying)
Last edited by Tex Beaumont on Fri May 18, 2007 8:57 am, edited 1 time in total.
The artist formerly known as Caravan Ray
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Reist
- Roosevelt
- Posts: 3066
- Joined: Mon Jan 30, 2006 2:26 pm
- Instruments: Drums, Guitar
- Recording Method: Yamaha AW1600, Reaper
- Submitting as: Therman
- Location: Calgary
- Contact:
Brownie Points - By Jolly Roger
Everyday
I try so hard
To put food
On your table
Why don't you realize
Why don't you realize
What I sacraficed for you
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
In every way
I've gone so far
To reach you
But am I able?
Why don't you realize
Why don't you realize
What I've give up for you
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
Everyday
I try so hard
To put food
On your table
Why don't you realize
Why don't you realize
What I sacraficed for you
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
In every way
I've gone so far
To reach you
But am I able?
Why don't you realize
Why don't you realize
What I've give up for you
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
What do I gotta do to score a few brownie points from you?
Am I just trying to push through when I can't get to you?
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frankie big face
- Churchill
- Posts: 2186
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:26 pm
- Instruments: Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Saxophone, Flute, Keyboard, Violin, Other Stuff
- Recording Method: Logic, UAD Apollo Twin, Mac
- Submitting as: frankie big face
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Lancaster, PA
Brownie Points - Frankie Big Face
Girl, you've known a lot of boys
And I would not be your first choice
But I'm gonna get some brownie points
For loving you the way I do
Right now I know you feel annoyed
And you can't stand to hear my voice
But I'm gonna get some brownie points
For loving you the way I do, oh yeah
For loving you the way I do
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
You'd prefer a black Rolls-Royce
To the city bus, of course
But I'm gonna get some brownie points
For loving you the way I do
I don't need to be employed
And I don't need to take steroids
Cause I'm gonna get so many brownie points
For loving you the way I do, oh yeah
For loving you the way I do
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK 2)
So girl, get ready to make some noise
You're gonna want to sing and rejoice
Cause I'm gonna hit you like an asteroid
(Loving you the way I do)
Ohhhhhh......
Prepare yourself to be conjoined
And brush up on your counterpoint
Cause I'm gonna get all your brownie points
For loving you the way I do, oh yeah
For loving you the way I do
Girl, you've known a lot of boys
And I would not be your first choice
But I'm gonna get some brownie points
For loving you the way I do
Right now I know you feel annoyed
And you can't stand to hear my voice
But I'm gonna get some brownie points
For loving you the way I do, oh yeah
For loving you the way I do
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
You'd prefer a black Rolls-Royce
To the city bus, of course
But I'm gonna get some brownie points
For loving you the way I do
I don't need to be employed
And I don't need to take steroids
Cause I'm gonna get so many brownie points
For loving you the way I do, oh yeah
For loving you the way I do
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK 2)
So girl, get ready to make some noise
You're gonna want to sing and rejoice
Cause I'm gonna hit you like an asteroid
(Loving you the way I do)
Ohhhhhh......
Prepare yourself to be conjoined
And brush up on your counterpoint
Cause I'm gonna get all your brownie points
For loving you the way I do, oh yeah
For loving you the way I do
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Plat
- Attlee
- Posts: 441
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 5:54 pm
- Instruments: teeth and other bones
- Recording Method: cubase, native instruments, waves, izotope, ears
- Submitting as: The Cow Exchange, Eat It 'n' Mattress
- Location: Green Bay, WI
- Contact:
Brownie Points
by The Bovine Recyclery
(A.K.A., Kool-Aid Man gets upset that Betty Crocker discontinues her increasingly-disappointing point program)
Oh no! OH YEAH! Kool-aid man's gonna break down her brick wall. He hates the scam.
See, he's been saving up some stamps cut from Betty's boxes just waitin for something good to show.
But no, it won't. He'd strip-search every page and never find the dope.
Her catalog's so overpriced! He held out hope that she'd come to her senses.
He saved these points on false pretenses.
Points for triple chocolate
Points for peanut butter cup
Points for pointing out points that fell into the trash
Points for SuperMoist yellow
Points for party rainbow chip
Points he couldn't do much with but stick up her
So he cleared his head and he filled it with water.
Yeah, he's gonna drown Betty Crocker and throw in some eggs and oil.
Now all his cake and muffin and brownie points mean nothin'.
Run, Betty, run! And hide!
Kool Aid is on your tracks, he's got an in with Duncan Hines
And what a stand-up guy. He still honors his points, for T-shirts and pitchers and plush toys.
But no, you don't. How can you be so cheap? You had a radio show!
Where'd you drop your integrity? Maybe when you were runnin' for the hills to hide behind the army of that General Mills.
Points for butter pecan and
Points for walnut chocolate chunk
Points for pointing out points that fell into the trash
Points for molten chocolate cake
Points for ye olde apple crisp
Betty's old and cannot swim; here's to a big splash
He cleared his head and he filled it with water
Yeah, he's gonna drown Betty Crocker and throw in some eggs and oil
Now all his cake and muffin and brownie points mean nothin'.
by The Bovine Recyclery
(A.K.A., Kool-Aid Man gets upset that Betty Crocker discontinues her increasingly-disappointing point program)
Oh no! OH YEAH! Kool-aid man's gonna break down her brick wall. He hates the scam.
See, he's been saving up some stamps cut from Betty's boxes just waitin for something good to show.
But no, it won't. He'd strip-search every page and never find the dope.
Her catalog's so overpriced! He held out hope that she'd come to her senses.
He saved these points on false pretenses.
Points for triple chocolate
Points for peanut butter cup
Points for pointing out points that fell into the trash
Points for SuperMoist yellow
Points for party rainbow chip
Points he couldn't do much with but stick up her
So he cleared his head and he filled it with water.
Yeah, he's gonna drown Betty Crocker and throw in some eggs and oil.
Now all his cake and muffin and brownie points mean nothin'.
Run, Betty, run! And hide!
Kool Aid is on your tracks, he's got an in with Duncan Hines
And what a stand-up guy. He still honors his points, for T-shirts and pitchers and plush toys.
But no, you don't. How can you be so cheap? You had a radio show!
Where'd you drop your integrity? Maybe when you were runnin' for the hills to hide behind the army of that General Mills.
Points for butter pecan and
Points for walnut chocolate chunk
Points for pointing out points that fell into the trash
Points for molten chocolate cake
Points for ye olde apple crisp
Betty's old and cannot swim; here's to a big splash
He cleared his head and he filled it with water
Yeah, he's gonna drown Betty Crocker and throw in some eggs and oil
Now all his cake and muffin and brownie points mean nothin'.
Last edited by Plat on Fri May 18, 2007 6:20 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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Steve Durand
- Orwell
- Posts: 779
- Joined: Fri Apr 01, 2005 1:26 pm
- Instruments: trumpet, trombone, sax, clarinet, flute, keyboards, banjo, guitar, bass, ukulele
- Recording Method: SONAR 6, Dell Inspiron E1705, Edirol UA-25, Studio Projects B-1 Mic
- Submitting as: Steve Durand, Elastic Waste Band
- Location: Anaheim, CA
Brownie Points
By Steve Durand
My old lady makes a game of sizing me up every day
Keeping score of every little thing that I might do or say
I'm slow on the uptake but still over time I've learned
How to tip the scales in my favor
And get brownie points from her
Let me give you pointers there are some things that a man can do
Starting with the basics you should tell her that your love is true
Be the first to say you're sorry when you have a spat
Seal the deal with flowers and a card
You get brownie points for that
You may think that I am whipped
But that's a charge that I'll deny
You will value brownie points
When you learn what they can buy
And when the fateful day arrives for me to finally cash them in
Open up the books to my account and let the games begin
I can get my fill of all the things that I prefer
And to the extent she does it well
I'll give brownie points to her
By Steve Durand
My old lady makes a game of sizing me up every day
Keeping score of every little thing that I might do or say
I'm slow on the uptake but still over time I've learned
How to tip the scales in my favor
And get brownie points from her
Let me give you pointers there are some things that a man can do
Starting with the basics you should tell her that your love is true
Be the first to say you're sorry when you have a spat
Seal the deal with flowers and a card
You get brownie points for that
You may think that I am whipped
But that's a charge that I'll deny
You will value brownie points
When you learn what they can buy
And when the fateful day arrives for me to finally cash them in
Open up the books to my account and let the games begin
I can get my fill of all the things that I prefer
And to the extent she does it well
I'll give brownie points to her
"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture" -Unknown
"Seems to me this is the point of Songfight" - Max The Cat
"Seems to me this is the point of Songfight" - Max The Cat
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Ross
- Churchill
- Posts: 2745
- Joined: Sun Feb 27, 2005 3:27 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, Vox, Bass, Tuned glasses, etc...
- Recording Method: Logic on a Macbook.
- Submitting as: Ross Durand
- Location: Orange CA
- Contact:
Brownie Points
by Ross Durand
I don’t like the way you said that
Like you’re keeping track of every little thing I do
Puttin’ all my little assets in column one
Debits in column two
But I don’t want your brownie points
I just want you to take me as I am
I Don’t want you to nickel-and-dime me,
To try to remind me
Cause I’m doin’ the best I can
I’m not tryin’ to earn your favor
After all we’ve been through I’d hope I have that by now
But if you think I gotta stay on my toes
It makes me wonder what you’re scoring and how
Chorus
And I don’t know what you’re thinking sometimes
You keep your cards so close to your chest
But on my honor I’ll do my best
Chorus
by Ross Durand
I don’t like the way you said that
Like you’re keeping track of every little thing I do
Puttin’ all my little assets in column one
Debits in column two
But I don’t want your brownie points
I just want you to take me as I am
I Don’t want you to nickel-and-dime me,
To try to remind me
Cause I’m doin’ the best I can
I’m not tryin’ to earn your favor
After all we’ve been through I’d hope I have that by now
But if you think I gotta stay on my toes
It makes me wonder what you’re scoring and how
Chorus
And I don’t know what you’re thinking sometimes
You keep your cards so close to your chest
But on my honor I’ll do my best
Chorus
"I don't like this song, but at least it's good." - veGetar Ianra Ge
http://www.rossdurandmusic.com
http://www.rossdurandmusic.com
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jimtyrrell
- Churchill
- Posts: 2263
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:43 pm
- Instruments: Guitar/bass/keys
- Recording Method: Various. Mostly Garageband these days, actually.
- Submitting as: Jim Tyrrell
- Location: New Hampshire
- Contact:
Brownie Points
Monday - off to work we go
But you did it all years ago
And it's a good thing you got goin' in here
And they said you'd never find a career
You did the one thing that you knew how to do
Word is that you were good at it too
Now you're the warden of the family jail
Waitin' for your brownie points in the mail
Well you can just sit around
And you can just wait around
Cause you know it's gonna come around
And that's all you gotta do
To get what is coming to you
Pay Day - about god damn time
They don't even make you get in a line
But the mailbox is so far away
Maybe you'll go out and get it later today
You got things to do, things to see
With the little ones and the big TV
Yeah we all know that you work like hell
Watchin' those kids try to raise themselves
And you're gonna sit around
'Cause you know you can just wait around
And somehow it's gonna come around
And that's all you gotta do
To get what is coming to you
Solo
Well you can just sit around
And you can just wait around
Cause you know it's gonna come around
And that's all you gotta do
Excuse me, I gotta get back to work so that you
Can get what is coming to you
Monday - off to work we go
But you did it all years ago
And it's a good thing you got goin' in here
And they said you'd never find a career
You did the one thing that you knew how to do
Word is that you were good at it too
Now you're the warden of the family jail
Waitin' for your brownie points in the mail
Well you can just sit around
And you can just wait around
Cause you know it's gonna come around
And that's all you gotta do
To get what is coming to you
Pay Day - about god damn time
They don't even make you get in a line
But the mailbox is so far away
Maybe you'll go out and get it later today
You got things to do, things to see
With the little ones and the big TV
Yeah we all know that you work like hell
Watchin' those kids try to raise themselves
And you're gonna sit around
'Cause you know you can just wait around
And somehow it's gonna come around
And that's all you gotta do
To get what is coming to you
Solo
Well you can just sit around
And you can just wait around
Cause you know it's gonna come around
And that's all you gotta do
Excuse me, I gotta get back to work so that you
Can get what is coming to you
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Geoff WreckdoM
- Goldman
- Posts: 543
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
Brownie Points
by WreckdoM
When my hand turns brown
My finger will point
From those all around me
It shall anoint
The King and the Queen
Of Brownietown
Looking down from their thrones
In their crowns of brown
The crowds will gather
And raise their hands
Giving praise to the brownest
Of the brown in the land
We all will sing
And laugh and dance
With brown on our faces
And brown in our pants
Do you want to get brown with me tonight?
I'll take you to brownie x-tacy tonight
Floatin' on a brown cloud made of love
Gettin' busy in the brown heavens up above
Come down with me
Get brown with me tonight
Well Alright
Do you want to get brown with me?
Do you want to get brown with me? **
When the brown surrounds
The entire world
There'll be joy abound
For every boy and girl
There will be no frowns
Only brown colored smiles
As the brown covers ground
Every mile for mile
There will be no pain
Or hate or dispair
With the sound of a thousand pounds
Of brown in the air
We all will sing
And laugh and dance
With brown on our faces
And brown in our pants
** - samples by our totaly awesome friend Buttercup
by WreckdoM
When my hand turns brown
My finger will point
From those all around me
It shall anoint
The King and the Queen
Of Brownietown
Looking down from their thrones
In their crowns of brown
The crowds will gather
And raise their hands
Giving praise to the brownest
Of the brown in the land
We all will sing
And laugh and dance
With brown on our faces
And brown in our pants
Do you want to get brown with me tonight?
I'll take you to brownie x-tacy tonight
Floatin' on a brown cloud made of love
Gettin' busy in the brown heavens up above
Come down with me
Get brown with me tonight
Well Alright
Do you want to get brown with me?
Do you want to get brown with me? **
When the brown surrounds
The entire world
There'll be joy abound
For every boy and girl
There will be no frowns
Only brown colored smiles
As the brown covers ground
Every mile for mile
There will be no pain
Or hate or dispair
With the sound of a thousand pounds
Of brown in the air
We all will sing
And laugh and dance
With brown on our faces
And brown in our pants
** - samples by our totaly awesome friend Buttercup
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
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Thanks For The Frisbee
- Attlee
- Posts: 266
- Joined: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:22 pm
- Instruments: mine
- Recording Method: wishful thinking
- Submitting as: Thanks for the Frisbee
- Location: Washington
Thank Glennny 4 the Frisbee Lyrics: Brownie points
Only light can pass us by.
Only the strong can survive
You gave me the last gummie bear
And something warm to justify what you said
On the stairs.
You can be the one to save us all
You're confidence and what with all
These brownie points
Vacation time like lego pieces sure stacking up.
Only light can pass us by.
Only the strong can survive
Falling fast you’re not there
To pick me up when nobody cares
You can be the one to save us all
You confidence and what with all
These brownie points
Vacation time like lego pieces sure stacking up.
You gave me the last gummie bear
And something warm to justify what you said
On the stairs.
Falling fast you’re not there
To pick me up when nobody cares
Only light can pass us by.
Only the strong can survive
You gave me the last gummie bear
And something warm to justify what you said
On the stairs.
You can be the one to save us all
You're confidence and what with all
These brownie points
Vacation time like lego pieces sure stacking up.
Only light can pass us by.
Only the strong can survive
Falling fast you’re not there
To pick me up when nobody cares
You can be the one to save us all
You confidence and what with all
These brownie points
Vacation time like lego pieces sure stacking up.
You gave me the last gummie bear
And something warm to justify what you said
On the stairs.
Falling fast you’re not there
To pick me up when nobody cares
Thanks for the frisbee is on Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music ect.
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Adam!
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1432
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:10 am
- Instruments: Drum 'n' Bass (but not THAT Drum 'n' Bass)
- Recording Method: Reaper + Stock Plugins
- Submitting as: Max Bombast
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Victoria, BC, AwesomeLand
- Contact:
Brownie Points
by Puce
I could have my choice
I could bring the noise
I could lose my voice tonight
Because I'm just doing this for
Brownie points
OH MY GOD! Why did I write this song?
When I could be out doing anything in the world that I want
I could go but I just stay at home
Because today is my one moment to do it totally wrong
I am immune to every review
So today I can get away with whatever I wanted to
What should I do? I could play out-of-tune *screech*
I could say "FUCK all these words" and just go
Doot doot doo doo doot do dooo doo!
I could have my choice
I could bring the noise
I could lose my voice tonight
Because I'm just doing this for
Brownie points
[ad infinitum]
by Puce
I could have my choice
I could bring the noise
I could lose my voice tonight
Because I'm just doing this for
Brownie points
OH MY GOD! Why did I write this song?
When I could be out doing anything in the world that I want
I could go but I just stay at home
Because today is my one moment to do it totally wrong
I am immune to every review
So today I can get away with whatever I wanted to
What should I do? I could play out-of-tune *screech*
I could say "FUCK all these words" and just go
Doot doot doo doo doot do dooo doo!
I could have my choice
I could bring the noise
I could lose my voice tonight
Because I'm just doing this for
Brownie points
[ad infinitum]
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Paco Del Stinko
- Roosevelt
- Posts: 3548
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Brownie Points
Paco Del Stinko
Clear finger-tip spots pepper the grease on the window
One tap for each one that was, downward swim the shimmering minnow
As the mattress cools
He begins to sharpen his tools
When Brownie points - Brownie annoints
Sleeping on top of the laughter, lovers sing through the floor
Piss in a cup by the whispering sink, quiet is the well oiled door
Where no moonlight pools
Naughty children get taught the rules
Where is your son, mother?
Father without his daughter just like the other
Singled out and chosen
Forever and never in time frozen
He set the can on the floor
And then he locked the door
He took a gasoline bath
And then he lit the match
Paco Del Stinko
Clear finger-tip spots pepper the grease on the window
One tap for each one that was, downward swim the shimmering minnow
As the mattress cools
He begins to sharpen his tools
When Brownie points - Brownie annoints
Sleeping on top of the laughter, lovers sing through the floor
Piss in a cup by the whispering sink, quiet is the well oiled door
Where no moonlight pools
Naughty children get taught the rules
Where is your son, mother?
Father without his daughter just like the other
Singled out and chosen
Forever and never in time frozen
He set the can on the floor
And then he locked the door
He took a gasoline bath
And then he lit the match
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
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bwell
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 143
- Joined: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:48 pm
- Instruments: guitar, piano, bass, mandolin
- Submitting as: The BeWells
- Location: Lakewood, CA
Brownie Points by The BeWells
She loves that old camera he left to her
Even after all these years it's with her everywhere
And he snapped the photograph carried in her purse
Posed at the beach in miniature she smiles without a care
Keeping the present from slipping away helps to hide her pain
But she'd only joke that the camera if asked, retro chic is in style
Holding the moment in her hands she feigns to entertain
Knowing whenever that Brownie points we'll put on a smile
Often she glances down through the camera sight
I've learned not to ask what she's thinking anymore
Sometimes she finds it hard to look in your eyes
Fearing you will see nothing left of that girl on the shore
Keeping the present from slipping away helps to hide her pain
But she'd only joke that the camera if asked, retro chic is in style
Holding the moment in her hands she feigns to entertain
Knowing whenever that Brownie points we'll put on a smile
Whenever that Brownie points we'll put on a smile
She loves that old camera he left to her
Even after all these years it's with her everywhere
And he snapped the photograph carried in her purse
Posed at the beach in miniature she smiles without a care
Keeping the present from slipping away helps to hide her pain
But she'd only joke that the camera if asked, retro chic is in style
Holding the moment in her hands she feigns to entertain
Knowing whenever that Brownie points we'll put on a smile
Often she glances down through the camera sight
I've learned not to ask what she's thinking anymore
Sometimes she finds it hard to look in your eyes
Fearing you will see nothing left of that girl on the shore
Keeping the present from slipping away helps to hide her pain
But she'd only joke that the camera if asked, retro chic is in style
Holding the moment in her hands she feigns to entertain
Knowing whenever that Brownie points we'll put on a smile
Whenever that Brownie points we'll put on a smile
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Billy's Little Trip
- Odie
- Posts: 12090
- Joined: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:56 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Drums, Skin Flute
- Recording Method: analog to digital via Presonus FireBox, Cubase and a porn machine
- Submitting as: Billy's Little Trip, Billy and the Psychotics
- Location: Cali fucking ornia
Brownie Points
by Billy's Little Trip
-verse one-
Am I really needed?
Is my kindness rare?
Good deeds go unnoticed
Do I even care?
Is it something I was born with?
Or something that I need?
Doing good by others feeds me
It feeds my selfish greed
-chorus-
If you can dream it
You can achieve it
In your own time
You can't believe it
But you can see it
With your own eyes
-verse two-
Heart heavy for the innocent
Anger heavy for the cruel
I'd give my own life up
To save a helpless fool
Could be that I'm the foolish one?
Might not get in the gate
It really doesn't matter
This is my chosen fate
-chorus-
If you can dream it
You can achieve it
In your own time
You can't believe it
But you can see it
With your own eyes
-verse three-
So what if I go to hell now
Did what I felt was right
If helping out is so wrong
I'll walk away from the light
Not looking for approval
I really couldn't care less
Just giving all I've got
And giving it my best
-chorus X2-
If you can dream it
You can achieve it
In your own time
You can't believe it
But you can see it
With your own eyes
by Billy's Little Trip
-verse one-
Am I really needed?
Is my kindness rare?
Good deeds go unnoticed
Do I even care?
Is it something I was born with?
Or something that I need?
Doing good by others feeds me
It feeds my selfish greed
-chorus-
If you can dream it
You can achieve it
In your own time
You can't believe it
But you can see it
With your own eyes
-verse two-
Heart heavy for the innocent
Anger heavy for the cruel
I'd give my own life up
To save a helpless fool
Could be that I'm the foolish one?
Might not get in the gate
It really doesn't matter
This is my chosen fate
-chorus-
If you can dream it
You can achieve it
In your own time
You can't believe it
But you can see it
With your own eyes
-verse three-
So what if I go to hell now
Did what I felt was right
If helping out is so wrong
I'll walk away from the light
Not looking for approval
I really couldn't care less
Just giving all I've got
And giving it my best
-chorus X2-
If you can dream it
You can achieve it
In your own time
You can't believe it
But you can see it
With your own eyes
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Lunkhead
- Rosselli
- Posts: 8464
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:14 pm
- Instruments: many
- Recording Method: cubase/mac/tascam4x4
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Central Oregon
- Contact:
Brownie Points by Merisan
Your lazy days have ended
Sus días perezosos han terminado
You cannot get by the easy way
No puedes pasar la manera fácil
You followed the directions
Tú seguiste las direcciones
You did what you were told
Has hecho lo que le dijeron
Chorus:
No systems to guide you
No hay sistemas para dirigirte
No leaders to follow
No hay personas para conducir
No shortcuts to do it
No hay manera rápida de hacerlo
You must do what it takes
Tú harás lo que toma
What will you do?
¿Qué tú harás?
How can you respect yourself?
¿Cómo puedes respetarte?
Is it good enough?
¿Es bastante bueno?
What is in your heart?
¿Qué está en tu corazón?
Chorus
You can't rely on these things forever
No puedes confiar en estas cosas para siempre
Your brownie points
Puntos del mérito
Chorus
Your lazy days have ended
Sus días perezosos han terminado
You cannot get by the easy way
No puedes pasar la manera fácil
You followed the directions
Tú seguiste las direcciones
You did what you were told
Has hecho lo que le dijeron
Chorus:
No systems to guide you
No hay sistemas para dirigirte
No leaders to follow
No hay personas para conducir
No shortcuts to do it
No hay manera rápida de hacerlo
You must do what it takes
Tú harás lo que toma
What will you do?
¿Qué tú harás?
How can you respect yourself?
¿Cómo puedes respetarte?
Is it good enough?
¿Es bastante bueno?
What is in your heart?
¿Qué está en tu corazón?
Chorus
You can't rely on these things forever
No puedes confiar en estas cosas para siempre
Your brownie points
Puntos del mérito
Chorus
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Tex Beaumont
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 146
- Joined: Mon Feb 06, 2006 7:05 am
- Location: BrisVegas
STATE OF EMERGENCY
Tex Beaumont & The Dirty Hearts
(featuring The Choir of Lost Souls: - Mr Lostman, Cynthia Size, Eclectic Spoons, Sausage Boy and Rabid Garfunkel)
If you feel the need for something to inspire you
Fuel your body with alcohol and set this town on fire
Set this town on fire
Set this town on fire
I wanna see this city burn
I wanna feel this city tremble
I wanna see this city fall apart
I wanna hear this city cry
Break the bonds that bind us
And the walls that now confine us
The webs that now entwine us
I wanna see
This city die
Where is Genghis Khan?
When we need him now?
He’d show us the way
Man, he’d show us how
Genghis man, where have you gone?
I tell you man you were Number 1.
We need you now, we need you son
I tell you man, there’s a job to be done
We really need your Mongol hordes
Brandishing their Mongol swords
We need someone to show us some direction
Genghis, you’re the one
From Baghdad to Brisbane
A world insurgency
Let’s create a total state
Of emergency
We’ll start a revolution
Enforce our own solution
With drunkedness and debauchery
Both in our constitution
We’ll promote copulation
Lewdness, lust and fornication
We’ll be an inspiration
While having fun
Fun fun fun
Fun fun fun
Fun fun fun
Fun fun fun
Say goodbye to democracy
This is an emergency
Let’s smash society
I want my anarchy
I want my anarchy
I want my anarchy
Tex Beaumont & The Dirty Hearts
(featuring The Choir of Lost Souls: - Mr Lostman, Cynthia Size, Eclectic Spoons, Sausage Boy and Rabid Garfunkel)
If you feel the need for something to inspire you
Fuel your body with alcohol and set this town on fire
Set this town on fire
Set this town on fire
I wanna see this city burn
I wanna feel this city tremble
I wanna see this city fall apart
I wanna hear this city cry
Break the bonds that bind us
And the walls that now confine us
The webs that now entwine us
I wanna see
This city die
Where is Genghis Khan?
When we need him now?
He’d show us the way
Man, he’d show us how
Genghis man, where have you gone?
I tell you man you were Number 1.
We need you now, we need you son
I tell you man, there’s a job to be done
We really need your Mongol hordes
Brandishing their Mongol swords
We need someone to show us some direction
Genghis, you’re the one
From Baghdad to Brisbane
A world insurgency
Let’s create a total state
Of emergency
We’ll start a revolution
Enforce our own solution
With drunkedness and debauchery
Both in our constitution
We’ll promote copulation
Lewdness, lust and fornication
We’ll be an inspiration
While having fun
Fun fun fun
Fun fun fun
Fun fun fun
Fun fun fun
Say goodbye to democracy
This is an emergency
Let’s smash society
I want my anarchy
I want my anarchy
I want my anarchy
The artist formerly known as Caravan Ray
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Plat
- Attlee
- Posts: 441
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 5:54 pm
- Instruments: teeth and other bones
- Recording Method: cubase, native instruments, waves, izotope, ears
- Submitting as: The Cow Exchange, Eat It 'n' Mattress
- Location: Green Bay, WI
- Contact:
State of Emergency
by The Bovine Recyclery featuring Bjam!
(AKA "Silly official, body soap is for bodies")
I was keepin' it clean and mindin' my own business when that was exactly what my top-loader didn't. I took out my clothes, found they were composed of fabric and thread and... barbecue chicken.
I see oil stains, and patches of plaster, but they're just work jeans.
Naw it's a natural disaster. I lathered them up with bars of Coast and Dial but the filth won't flee. This dirt's in denial! It's a...
CHORUS
State (STATE!) of Emergency! (HEY! HEY!)
My soap has low detergency
Apparently it cannot clean all by itself...
State (STATE!) of Emergency! (HEY! HEY!)
My soap has low detergency
Forfeit to authority your laundry shelf
We know your stock, and we know your address. We'll wash your brain if you won't grant us access. The goo must be gone from this dirty bomb, and that cannot happen when we're lacking surfactants. We've got grape stains, and Coke and coffee. Your loss is my Gain so let's get it frothy. Turn over the Tide so the tides can turn on my pant pairs with chocolate eclaires. I declare a
<CHORUS>
<SOLO>
State of Emergency!
This coat used to be burgundy!
What terrorist has added bleach to bleed my load?
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh OH NOOOOOO!
by The Bovine Recyclery featuring Bjam!
(AKA "Silly official, body soap is for bodies")
I was keepin' it clean and mindin' my own business when that was exactly what my top-loader didn't. I took out my clothes, found they were composed of fabric and thread and... barbecue chicken.
I see oil stains, and patches of plaster, but they're just work jeans.
Naw it's a natural disaster. I lathered them up with bars of Coast and Dial but the filth won't flee. This dirt's in denial! It's a...
CHORUS
State (STATE!) of Emergency! (HEY! HEY!)
My soap has low detergency
Apparently it cannot clean all by itself...
State (STATE!) of Emergency! (HEY! HEY!)
My soap has low detergency
Forfeit to authority your laundry shelf
We know your stock, and we know your address. We'll wash your brain if you won't grant us access. The goo must be gone from this dirty bomb, and that cannot happen when we're lacking surfactants. We've got grape stains, and Coke and coffee. Your loss is my Gain so let's get it frothy. Turn over the Tide so the tides can turn on my pant pairs with chocolate eclaires. I declare a
<CHORUS>
<SOLO>
State of Emergency!
This coat used to be burgundy!
What terrorist has added bleach to bleed my load?
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh OH NOOOOOO!
Last edited by Plat on Tue May 29, 2007 1:29 am, edited 7 times in total.
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Paco Del Stinko
- Roosevelt
- Posts: 3548
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
State Of Emergency
Music and Lyrics - Paco Del Stinko
Guest vocal - The Greek Thunder
Randy Mantooth on the wall
Rocco the diddler just down the hall
He keeps his life in a paper sack
Wind blown leaves that won't come back
He's in a state of emergency
Total condition of dependency
Man I wish I could set him free
Look the pirahna in the eye
Try not to flinch try not to cry
The rattling cup holds him still
He's out the front door and down the hill
Randy - keeps me safe
When I get scared I just re-wind the tapes
Mark your fragile X on the line
Toxic anoxic at the scene of the crime
Put out the fire to save a life
Sip on the water and say goodnight - tonight
Music and Lyrics - Paco Del Stinko
Guest vocal - The Greek Thunder
Randy Mantooth on the wall
Rocco the diddler just down the hall
He keeps his life in a paper sack
Wind blown leaves that won't come back
He's in a state of emergency
Total condition of dependency
Man I wish I could set him free
Look the pirahna in the eye
Try not to flinch try not to cry
The rattling cup holds him still
He's out the front door and down the hill
Randy - keeps me safe
When I get scared I just re-wind the tapes
Mark your fragile X on the line
Toxic anoxic at the scene of the crime
Put out the fire to save a life
Sip on the water and say goodnight - tonight
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
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jimtyrrell
- Churchill
- Posts: 2263
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:43 pm
- Instruments: Guitar/bass/keys
- Recording Method: Various. Mostly Garageband these days, actually.
- Submitting as: Jim Tyrrell
- Location: New Hampshire
- Contact:
State Of Emergency
It's a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy that we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
I went down to the Millers' store
Listened to the old folks talkin' bout the war
They don't remember what we're doin' it for
Sayin' when are we gonna be free
'Cause it's a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy that we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
The ol' boys down in Washington
Settin' up a war that can never be won
The fight against terror never gonna be done
So how can we ever be free
In a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
It isn't difficult to understand
The motivations of an elected man
He got to stay in office as long as he can
We ain't never gonna be free
In a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
And if you don't vote in the comin' race
Another war president'll take his place
There's only one way we're gonna change this place
You got to tell 'em you wanna be free
From this state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy we can't see
It's a state of emergency
But someday we're gonna be free
It's a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy that we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
I went down to the Millers' store
Listened to the old folks talkin' bout the war
They don't remember what we're doin' it for
Sayin' when are we gonna be free
'Cause it's a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy that we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
The ol' boys down in Washington
Settin' up a war that can never be won
The fight against terror never gonna be done
So how can we ever be free
In a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
It isn't difficult to understand
The motivations of an elected man
He got to stay in office as long as he can
We ain't never gonna be free
In a state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy we can't see
It's a state of emergency
At this rate we'll never be free
And if you don't vote in the comin' race
Another war president'll take his place
There's only one way we're gonna change this place
You got to tell 'em you wanna be free
From this state of emergency
Fightin' with an enemy we can't see
It's a state of emergency
But someday we're gonna be free
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Geoff WreckdoM
- Goldman
- Posts: 543
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
State of Emergency
by WreckdoM Featuring Judge Wooly
My pulse is racing so fast my hearts going to explode
My hands are shaking so violently I can’t even use the phone
I’m covered in sweat
My knees are weak
I’m in a state right now and I need someone to rescue me
It’s an Emergency
It’s an Emergency
I need assistance up in this piece most urgently
I’m locked inside my sinking car at the bottom of the river
I wake up in a bathtub full of ice … with a missing liver
I’m tied to a chair
Running out of air
I’m reaching out for a helping hand that just isn’t there
It’s an Emergency
It’s an Emergency
I need assistance up in this piece most urgently
It’s an Emergency
It’s an Emergency
Send Rudy Ray Moore or Somebody Immediately
by WreckdoM Featuring Judge Wooly
My pulse is racing so fast my hearts going to explode
My hands are shaking so violently I can’t even use the phone
I’m covered in sweat
My knees are weak
I’m in a state right now and I need someone to rescue me
It’s an Emergency
It’s an Emergency
I need assistance up in this piece most urgently
I’m locked inside my sinking car at the bottom of the river
I wake up in a bathtub full of ice … with a missing liver
I’m tied to a chair
Running out of air
I’m reaching out for a helping hand that just isn’t there
It’s an Emergency
It’s an Emergency
I need assistance up in this piece most urgently
It’s an Emergency
It’s an Emergency
Send Rudy Ray Moore or Somebody Immediately
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
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Lunkhead
- Rosselli
- Posts: 8464
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:14 pm
- Instruments: many
- Recording Method: cubase/mac/tascam4x4
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Central Oregon
- Contact:
State of Emergency
by Merisan
guest vocals by Amy and Geech
I watch the eucalyptus twisting from it's skin
stretching skywards wanting to be free.
When they put his ashes in the ground
I couldn't help but feel a little part of it was me.
So keep
yourself safe,
I can't afford to lose anymore.
Cross my fingers
holding tight,
and looking for a way to let it go.
Did you know when you were sleeping
all the stories spilled from you and had nowhere to go?
They sit by my bed at night,
reminding me that I might be the only one to know.
I'll keep
them safe.
I can't afford to lose anymore.
Cross my fingers
holding tight,
Truth has gently faded into fiction.
Past the state of emergency,
only time will show what was history.
Can't remember how it felt to kiss him on the cheek,
but I kissed yours just the other day.
And in the half light I can see behind the veil
and recognize the part of me that's you.
So keep
yourself safe,
Can't afford to lose what I have.
Cross my fingers
holding on
Looking for a way to let it go.
by Merisan
guest vocals by Amy and Geech
I watch the eucalyptus twisting from it's skin
stretching skywards wanting to be free.
When they put his ashes in the ground
I couldn't help but feel a little part of it was me.
So keep
yourself safe,
I can't afford to lose anymore.
Cross my fingers
holding tight,
and looking for a way to let it go.
Did you know when you were sleeping
all the stories spilled from you and had nowhere to go?
They sit by my bed at night,
reminding me that I might be the only one to know.
I'll keep
them safe.
I can't afford to lose anymore.
Cross my fingers
holding tight,
Truth has gently faded into fiction.
Past the state of emergency,
only time will show what was history.
Can't remember how it felt to kiss him on the cheek,
but I kissed yours just the other day.
And in the half light I can see behind the veil
and recognize the part of me that's you.
So keep
yourself safe,
Can't afford to lose what I have.
Cross my fingers
holding on
Looking for a way to let it go.
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bwell
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 143
- Joined: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:48 pm
- Instruments: guitar, piano, bass, mandolin
- Submitting as: The BeWells
- Location: Lakewood, CA
State of Emergency The BeWells
Once it's declared they'll see you weren't prepared to handle this
Some things are hit or miss, but there's no room these days in ignorance for bliss
You missed the signs cutting corners, saving dimes, gambling with our lives
When it falls apart everything in the end will come to light
Can't you see something is wrong
It's too late for us now
You will declare a state of emergency
Say the cleanup has begun
Were you reckless taking calculated risks building a facade
It's all tumbling down, living in a house of cards with jokers in the deck
In time there'll be a slap on the wrist and pats on the back and they'll forget
You'll leave behind the hurt and pain lingering from wounds unhealed
Promises and policies
Rhetorical apologies
With a renewed sense of urgency
But you cannot undo the damage done
(instrumental break)
Can't you see something is wrong
It's too late for us now
You will declare a state of emergency
Say the cleanup has begun
Promises and policies
Rhetorical apologies
With a renewed sense of urgency
But you cannot undo the damage done
The damage done (repeated)
Once it's declared they'll see you weren't prepared to handle this
Some things are hit or miss, but there's no room these days in ignorance for bliss
You missed the signs cutting corners, saving dimes, gambling with our lives
When it falls apart everything in the end will come to light
Can't you see something is wrong
It's too late for us now
You will declare a state of emergency
Say the cleanup has begun
Were you reckless taking calculated risks building a facade
It's all tumbling down, living in a house of cards with jokers in the deck
In time there'll be a slap on the wrist and pats on the back and they'll forget
You'll leave behind the hurt and pain lingering from wounds unhealed
Promises and policies
Rhetorical apologies
With a renewed sense of urgency
But you cannot undo the damage done
(instrumental break)
Can't you see something is wrong
It's too late for us now
You will declare a state of emergency
Say the cleanup has begun
Promises and policies
Rhetorical apologies
With a renewed sense of urgency
But you cannot undo the damage done
The damage done (repeated)