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Me Myself and I
02:46
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ME, Myself & I
I’ve known you for years and I call you my friend,
but I never see you around
If your phone starts ringing and you see my name,
you know that you won’t be let down
You know I’m going to ask you
For favours for my self
And you won’t be able to back down
I see you and ask you « what are you up to ? »
You tell me as if I could care
I nod and look interested and say « see you soon »
But you won’t see me again
Not for a while
Not even hear from me
Unless I have something to gain
Me, Myself & I
We get on just fine
But if we need some help
We’ll use your precious time
I say I like what you do but when it comes to the truth
I’m not really that bothered at all
Since we’ve known each other from back in our youth
The only times I’ve made a call
You know I’m going to ask you
For favours for my self
And you won’t be able to withdraw
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2. |
Miscreants
03:28
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Miscreants
Red, green, purple, blue
Teenage dreams and teenage ‘dos
Four kids in a garage
Playing punk and eating junk
These were the best days of my youth
Which I enjoyed sharing with you
Skateboard shorts and mohawks too
Band t-shirts and airwalk shoes
Weekend parties at your mum’s
Smoking pot and getting drunk
These were the best days of my youth
Which I enjoyed sharing with you
Some Miscreants, non believers,
evildoers or some criminals
No, just four kids having some fun
No, just four kids having some fun
On the roof of your garage
Hanging with your “entourage”
Making noise acting like fools
Pissing in your neighbours’ pool
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3. |
Inside My Pangea
03:11
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Inside my Pangea
Bones, Dinosaur bones,
Turned into stone
By the pass of unimaginable time
Alone, I lie alone
Inside this rock
Sinking deeper and deeper in my mind
And many things pass through my head
As I go around and round and round
Thinking about things left behind
Thinking about things yet to come
Inside this rock I miss my home
The World, I travel the world,
With people I know
Seeing places I may never see again
Friends, I've made good friends
Some are still here
But the best will inevitably go
Inside my Pangea
There's nowhere left to go
And everything each day just seems less clear
Inside my Pangea
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4. |
Man in Mute
01:27
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MAN IN MUTE
Since he was born he was so quiet,
In his life he has never tried.
Now he's facing up to all the lessons he didn't learn,
But for him it’s not something to think about.
There aren't any feelings on his face.
His empathy was lost on the way.
Winning enemies everyday
For being the most hated boy around the world.
He is convinced that the world
Hates him for being himself
What he's never understood
Is that no one knows at all
Who he is, what he’s done
Where he’s been or what he’s said
And when he dies
No body will remember him…
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5. |
Shoot 'Em Up
02:46
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SHOOT’EM UP
Down the hallway, down the canteen
Chains and locks will keep’em all in
You think it’s your mission, you think it’s your right
To take them all with you, to take away their lives
Blame it on us. Blame it on them.
Blame it on anyone, but yourself.
Shoot’em up, shoot’em up
When you think life is like a video game
You insert coin and press start
Thirty-three futures, thirty-three lives
No one was with you, so no one survived
There’s black in your hands, and red on the floor
You pull the trigger as you hear them implore
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6. |
California 95
02:51
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CALIFORNIA ‘95
95’ South California
There is nothing left to say
On the beach the sun is rising
We’re still lying on the sand.
And out come the wolves from the radio
It’s about time to turn it up.
Twenty 08, my life has changed
Everybody has disappeared
With a uniform now I have to work
Arriving home I see them
Living all the things I lived before.
Seems like green days are over for me
No more drunk in public at Jabberjaw’s
Living Revivals
Catching a wave
Burning amps
All is better seen on vhs
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7. |
We're Not Surfers
03:22
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WE’RE NOT SURFERS
It’s summer time and living gets easy
All the kids run to grab their boards
They like the surf, we like our guitars
We like our beer served with punk rock
They like the heat under the sun
We enjoy sweating in our garage
The guys take their shirts off showing off their six packs
The girls topless showing off their boobs
In buckets with ice, we keep our six packs
We like our women covered in tattoos.
They like the heat under the sun
We enjoy sweating in our garage
We don’t like salty water
And we never will.
Cause
We’re not surfers
We’re punk rockers
We’re not surfers
You can’t stop us
The sun is burning on their backs
As they try to catch the perfect wave
Our backs are covered, with ink and sweat
And our t-shirts with skulls and graves
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8. |
Hey You
03:01
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HEY YOU
Hey you, where’re you going?
Don't you remember my name?
Your face, your look,
Do I know you?
Why do you have to ignore me?
What the fuck is going on?
I think I did something wrong.
Is it my fault? I don't know.
The question is... so what?
Tired of being guilty
I must have to learn from you,
‘Cause you never make mistakes.
But anyway,
I think I did something wrong
It's not going to be solved
I think I did something wrong.
Do you remember times before?
Maybe you want me to remind you.
Alright,
This is my turn.
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9. |
Forgotten Generation
03:19
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FORGOTTEN GENERATION
Living in this world
In which we live today
It seems like it has all been done
And everything was said.
I refuse to believe
There’s nothing we can do
We’re not the ones who got us here
But we’re going to make it through
And you’ll make it with me too
And you are going to make it through
Greed was pushed to the limit
Until the sack got ripped
And now it’s just us all alone
Trying to crawl out from our crypts
We saw it was coming our way
And we tried to shout out loud
But the big fat cat wouldn’t listen to us
He thought he was too proud
And now his staring at the crowd
While we should wrap him in a shroud
This is a song for a forgotten generation
Full of hate and rage, anger and frustration
It’s not our fault but now we’re going to make things better
I know it’s not fair, but there's no-one left to save us
Eagles soar over our heads
Like vultures with a crave
Full of thirst and hunger
And we’re their only prey
It’s been too many years with them
Controlling all our moves
I say it’s about time “fuck it!”
Just let them all get screwed
And you’ll make it with me too
And you’re going to make it through
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10. |
Run Away
03:39
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RUN AWAY
You can look behind you
And hope it all away
You can think you’re going somewhere
That your soul will never stay
But this was your mistake
And you’ll have to stay behind
We know that you don’t want to
But you have to keep in mind:
You’ve got to face your problems
You have to face the facts
When things get out of control
You’ve got to know how to react
It isn’t always pretty
And it isn’t always nice
If you need some help you’ve got us here
To give you some advice
You can’t run away
You can’t run away
And that’s the price
you’re going to have to pay
You can’t run away
So if you want to sit there
Hiding in your hole
Pretending it’s all OK
That it’s all under control
Well that’s your problem mate
We’re not covering your back
It’s been too many years
Using us as your Jumping Jack
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11. |
September
02:53
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SEPTEMBER
September got here fast,
Days got cooler at last
But we can’t say the summer has passed
We’ve had a great two months
Getting sunburned, having fun
But we still have a great one in front
September’s still summer
No matter what they think
The season’s not over ‘till you’re gone
The beaches have gone quiet
The sea is still warm
There are still plenty days of sun
(It’s not over ‘till you’re gone)
After everyone is gone
And we head straight into fall
Your tan line I’ll constantly recall
Winter in a ghost town
When all the leaves are brown
Every year, it just really brings me down
And when it’s over and you are gone
I’ll have great memories
A photo album full reminding me what
Will happen again next year
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12. |
Déjà Vu Girl
03:05
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DÈJÁ VU GIRL
What’s my mother fucking name?
I told her ten times and she still couldn’t remember
Memory like a fish
It seemed cute a first but now it’s almost December
Dejavu oh dejavu girl
Living life not twice but a million times
Dejavu oh Dejavu girl
How long is a piece of string?
Longer than her attention span, I can tell you that
Memory like a fish
A shame her head is only good for wearing hats.
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13. |
Glass Comrades
03:48
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GLASS COMRADES
Hanging out with our mates drinking rum or gin and tonics
Having endless conversations like idiots gone chronic
What’s that joke? Could you repeat? Ten or twenty times please
Never let it go “NO”, it wouldn’t keep our minds at ease
Standing in the corner making other people’s lives up
Watching them on the pull on the dance floor in the club
Giving shit to all my mates, cause I like to be the joker
So what if my granddad lost an island playing poker?
Glass comrades is not just what we are
We stick together, for the good and for the bad
We keep it close we keep it tight
Even when nothing else seems all right
Mr Death over here, he likes to talk a lot
PPS is my friend, though he’s no big shot
Dany is back here, he used to wear pink baseball caps
And my flatmate went all the way and came back
Lorenzo’s on the go, soon to be Elena’s man
Jesus makes videos for skaters and bands
Elias deleted Jody from his facebook
While Higuero Quintanal went off to be a cook
Caliber went - missing in action
But we’ve always had with us our Chemi-cal reaction
Flames there are two, and we all love them both too
But these are just a few of the people in our crew
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14. |
Evolution
03:18
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EVOLUTION
In fifteen years
Of songs and fun
Music’s complex
And overdone
We’d like to say
That we’ve evolved
But went too far
And just revolved
Evolution’s over rated
We’re going nowhere fast
You could say we are dated
But we’re sure having a blast
In the past
We’re left behind
With our cassettes
Left on rewind
Everything’s changed
Nothing’s the same
Except our youth
Which we retain
Evolution’s overrated
You could say we’re stuck in the past
It could be time we updated
But why would we if we’re having fun
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