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Happy Life
by Luke Henley

Come into the wake
that the big boat makes.
I will sit and wait
for the shapes that come when the honey breaks.
There's blood in my spit every time I think of you.
There's blood in this shit every time I say "I love you."

Happy Life

There's blood in my spit every time I think of your name
There's blood underneath the shit that always seems the same.

Happy Life

Coo coo coo coo coo coo...

[Verse 1]

I'm going to Ohio soon, hope I don’t have to stay.
Feel so alone and so confused, god please light my way.

Please don’t think that I am mean - that I just up and left.
For all my dreams of you and me, I hope it’s for the best.

[Chorus]

All I need to know,
Is that you’ll always be,
Back home for me,
And all I have to say,
Is that I’m so sorry,
I have to leave,
Your shoulder to cry on,
To live or to die on,
Is what I will always be,
So just hold on to my loving memory.

[Verse 2]

All I need is to hear your voice, for a moment before I explode
Hold your hand, feel alive again, but just when that will be I don’t know

Please don’t think that I am mean - that I just up and left.
For all my dreams of you and me, I hope this is the best.

[Chorus]

Marry me Angel - please be my wife,
This could be the start of our Happy Life.
Marry me Angel - please be my wife,
This could be the start of our Happy Life.

[Chorus]

Happy Life
By Shovel Sitting Down
Music by Cameron Jasper
Lyrics by Mbeanis N. Alzin
(C) 2005 Pure Greed Records

It's the happiest life I could ever lead
A fight every night
And people screaming

Smoke cigarettes found on the street
Taste the lips
Of ladies bleeding

Now I'm running from the cops again
Got a watch to pawn
And a dollar spending

On my old friend, old Jimmy Beam
He's the only one
That knows the meaning

That last call's got me pretty mean
I'm banging walls
Because I'm fiending

And as this sadness grabs ahold of me
I drown him down with rounds of Tennessee

I smell like trash and I don't care
Don't take a bath
It's what I'm wearing

I drown my memories away
Liquor saves
And I'm misbehaving

Don't tell me now I pissed myself
And the acid trip
Just isn't helping

Happiness comes in many shapes
Women raped
And bottles breaking

And as this sadness grabs ahold of me
I drown him down with rounds of Colonel Lee
And as this sadness grabs ahold of me
I drown him down with rounds of Irish Cream

Happy Life
Song Fight Orchestra

What could I have done to lead a happier life?
Could I cut the strings or merely twist the knife?
And if opportunity fell headlong into me
Well would I even have the strength to make it right?

Happy Life by Eddiebangs

We're gonna hit the road, leave behind our fine abode
We're in vacation mode, lets have a good time, yeah
We're gonna travel far, put some miles on the car
We're going to Florida to have a good time, yeah

Sometimes to get the gang together ain't no easy chore
It rarely happens anymore

Take time to rediscover, you make time for one another
something I've got that they can't take away
a happy life, my happy life, baby

The wheels begin to roll, my driving skills you will extol
Watch for police patrol, can you count the money for the toll?
My whole damn family vacationing in harmony
It's such a rarity, and such a good time, yeah

We may not get another chance like this for many years
Make sure we buy some souvenirs

Happy Life
By Smalltown Mike

The punks and hippies couldn’t get the job done
And now the punks are hawking products and the music’s more fun
Watered down, selling cell phones, shoes and booze
Nike logos on their arms in place of anarchy tattoos
Don’t want to hear all that yelling
Just want to buy what you’re selling
They got the look hand-picked by the label
Can’t change the world but you know that they’re able

To rock the dancefloor
They pack the dancefloor

And it’s the happy life—I love it
Can’t get enough of it
With the products and the jingles
And the pop punk singles
I’ll just keep dancing to the happy life

I can’t dismantle this atomic bomb
because the album I bought is full of crappy love songs
I don’t know which wire to cut
But when I hear that beat just want to shake my butt

Out on the dance floor
I hit the dance floor

Chorus

My favourite punk band? Oh, probably Avril Lavigne
Hey, dude from Rancid is writing shampoo jingles, right on man.
Henry Rollins is making kids’ movies, I think.
Should I stay or should I sell jeans for Levis?

Punk rock, hardcore is dead.

Happy Life - Jute Gyte:

Gunsmoke and the steam of blood on snow
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

Sapir-Whorf hypothesis
Asch conformity experiments
Discipline and punish
The light of other days
Las Meninas

Christ, Marx, Wood and Wei led us to this perfect day
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

Nothing is true
Nothing is permitted

Happy life