songs from the album
BEAT IT TO FIT, PAINT IT TO MATCH
TRACK LISTING
01."Music"
02. Celebrate The Misery
03. Follow Me
04. The Hobble
05. Hiroshima...
06. A/B Continuity
07. Once A Punk, Always A Punk
08. Submission (original demo version)
09. "Sick Music"
10. So HAPPY
11. Object Of My Desire
12. One Sided Argument
13. Anger
14. Keep On Laughing Until the Cops Come
15. Sniveler
16. Go Man, Go
17 Forgotten Shore
18. deCanonized
CELEBRATE THE MISERY
I wasn't something you could see,
a simple crash course destiny
a stagnant mind that would not die,
a stranded life that cash could buy
someone said not knowing me
CELEBRATE THE MISERY
a smile hardly visible, a time barely livable
the place was here and here and here
a warm embrace no longer there
in this freedom he was not free to
CELEBRATE THE MISERY
plain as truth this pain you see,
a simple crash course destiny
the print was fine illegible,
his voice an echo unparable
his mind taboo,
unthinkable, unthinkable, unthinkable
it was something sensed that could not be
CELEBRATE THE MISERY
©1983- d.A. Sebasstian
FOLLOW ME
"You've got nothing left to lose,"
she whispered as she pulled me through the rooms
"Forever," she said, "waits for no one,
follow me or give it all away."
the door opened to the room of nightmares,
I breathed in the silent darkness cold
"Do it," she cried, "there's no turning back now,
follow me it's got to be this way."
I can not feel it here,
I can't remember why,
when it all just slips away
afraid to live and left to die,
around and round and round
precarious this ledge,
insanity a long way down,
fallen off the edge
rising up and through the shadows
like the animal released from it's cage
gently she wiped the blood from my face
"Follow me or give it all away."
©1992- d.A. Sebasstian
THE HOBBLE
tall times
not flexible
the bitter taste of hate and ash
shatter the endless fear
beckon the trepid tear
so silent in passing
a dawn whose breath is spent
IN THIS I SEE YOU
gulls rise in solemn instinct
terror clings to fatal cliffs
against the depress ocean pull
and though I scream
my mouth has no rewards
sounds that climb
sounds that die
the fate of words
against the sky
IN THIS I HEAR YOU
I don't know why you offer
like a lamb being led to the slaughter
you push and scream and falter
a sacrifice on the alter
I can not give you comfort
the time and lines that distort
it's not your way of being
it's what you are not seeing
I don't know why you offer
waist high in all the slaughter
the time we live must falter
the silent faces on the alter
why you offer why you offer
our crisis moves in huddle hobble
deserving spit thin faces stare
to know the place
and still disagree
to tempt the temple
that was always she
the sentence kills the inner drive
roads to see but on not to thrive
IN THIS I KNOW YOU
©1983- d.A. Sebasstian
A/B CONTINUITY
the eyes of a stranger
penetrate
immor[t]ality
soft spoken dancing words
tongues caressed
somethings last forever
sometimes
inside out turning
turning to find
the savior just a word
the hope of armageddon
pressure behind eyes
some kind of migraine intensity
seeks the shame and relief
like water seeking its own level
like the shaman seeking
an unspoken prayer
©1994- d.A. Sebasstian
SO HAPPY
a generation of suicide
of desperations
white knuckle ride
the cynicism that you can not hide
so bend over boy and take it in stride
I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY
I COULD DIE
between the boredom and anxiety
well this armageddon doesn't bother me
with no confessions or apologies
I guess the last laugh belongs to me
I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY
I COULD DIE
©1992- d.A. Sebasstian
ANGER
now tell me what they said
when you and yours put the gun to my head
they told us integrity's dead
the false intentions were inbred
bloody and bleeding you should be dead
but still care who else has bled
a love you bribed with words you said
a loving skin assassins shed
ANGER- WE FEEL
some will lose and some will gain
some grow fat on others pain
the thin belts tighten under the strain
from the greedy grips of hungers reign
take and take a habit crime
inject the mass in drugged pantomime
a play on truth a paradigm
of those that lie most all the time
ANGER- WE FEEL
so tell me how it's supposed to be
as you fuck them and you fuck me
you bought the law but you can't buy me
you'll pay the price just wait and see
so pass the buck and take a poll
dig the grave and fill the hole
all that you have is all that you stole
at any cost you want control
now tell me what they said
when you and yours put the gun to my head
my hands are cuffed my legs are spread
I've been abused but I can't be led
with satan smiling from you bed
your hands in blood the sheet splattered red
tell me when enough have bleed
tell me when your greed is fed
ANGER- WE FEEL
©1992- d.A. Sebasstian
GO MAN, GO
terrorize terror eyes terror rise terrorize
keep telling yourself you've got to do this
pull the trigger and then you'll be through this
keep telling yourself your gonna make them pay
keep kidding yourself that it's the only way
the action, reaction tell me is it satisfaction
with hundreds dead maimed and bleeding
is this the message of the truth your seeding
lock and load on the middle classes
open fire on the faceless masses
the innocent must pay the price
the snipper folk hero's sacrifice
who you work for but who works you?
the means to the end of a catch 22
PUSH IT BACK TO THE END
THE PUPPET STRINGS WHICH YOU DEPEND
CUT AND SNIPPED ONE BY ONE
NOW YOU CAN'T STOP WHAT YOU'VE BEGUN
keep telling yourself you've got to do this
set the timer and then you'll be through this
the mindless creed of the terrorist-
fear, guns and bombs hand over fist
the action, reaction tell me is it satisfaction
to kill a child in the name of God
is this the blood of your jihad
indiscrimination of the car bomb
the chosen weapon of Fundamental Islam
Republican Army Liberation Front
a killer is a killer a grunt just a grunt
regardless of the side that they're on
it changes nothing a pawn is still...a pawn
PUSH IT BACK TO THE END
©1992- d.A. Sebasstian
deCANONIZED
one for the money two for the show
down on your knees for the evangelistic gigolo
I've got the power to set you free
if you give all your money and your soul to me
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED
well I sold you Christ as advertised
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED
between the sheets between the lies
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED
well my second coming is now televised
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED
when I say what I say what I say
now can't you feel my God is real
can't you understand don't you crave my sex appeal
you can afford hypocrisy
you'll pay the price as I do what I please
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED
©1993- d.A.Sebasstian
All songs (except Submission) published by INDVSTA MVSIC (ASCAP)
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