Альбом Against Me!

The party's over
A CD skipping
It's the same hook repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...

And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
I hope everybody had a real, real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up.
And I hope I haven't overdone it nooo...
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion.
It's only this fucked up.
I start realizing all this living is just dying
and if these are my friends, if this is my home,
if this is how i spend my nights, how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that I've ever said
No I'm not ready to die just yet.

And we'll keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.
the last threats came and went, this is the way that wars are played.
always heading for a front, heading for a front,
we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that objection is so cliche.
a new waaay on [x4]
so can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
well there's a lot of things that should be said, so we're hammering six strings,
machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...
we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.
with plans of invasion and arms races racing we rock to the new sensation.
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...

it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities. and the magazine spreads of fashion models gas masks in hand, it's ok, it's all right, these are situations we learn to live in. when an invasion can bring a country its freedom then unconsciousness is true happiness, no, i don't know what to say.

Not one more word tonight
between here and there
We'll put a distance the size of the ocean
so now this heart can beat a skipping rhythm
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
far enough to forget
but when it comes you cannot hesitate
and when found i will write
an account and seal it in an envelope
addressed to your last known residence

Whoaaaa.
whoa - oh - oh - ah - ohhh
woah - oh - oh - ah - ohhhhh
woah - oh - oh - ohhhhhh

And we sink, and we drown
and what is lost can never be found
well these arms did swim,
until the lungs pulled in
panic was lost in a deep understanding
that you will see what is wrong with everything
what is wrong with you and me
they make all the right reasons to fuck it up
you're gonna fuck it up

Whoaaaa.
whoa - oh - oh - ah - ohhh
woah - oh - oh - ah - ohhhhh
woah - oh - oh - ohhhhhh

[Whisper]
(That sounded pretty good to me)
(I thought it was pretty good)

There was cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details.
We left them all behind, we left them all behind.
There was a place for there was a time for, we arrive to leave again,
there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections.

I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to me hungry, exhausted and alone.
Direction is a point, direction is a purpose, destination is a reason to live...and this makes a heart beat.

This could be any day, this could be any year.
This could be any stage, this could be any city.
All that matters is we're moving on.
The roadside graveyards pass and we escape,
we escape, we escape, we escape repeating.
And this construction of a nation building up
and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again.
Trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past to escape those pasts, en route to arrival.
We're never going home.

how can you not find everything you need in all of this? potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in. sing your heart out, sing it like you mean it, you're gonna sing everything you're thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening. cause if it really brings us all together, i'd say that settles all arguments of difference, surviving just by questioning, can you imagine if we all started demanding? i can play along to every record, front and back every song, and every word means as much to me as every word means to you. they can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear, if this is worth anything, we will sell it for humility, it will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.

(Instrumental)

Well do you to want to talk about it,
Do you think you'd understand,
How things can get so fucked up with such good intentions.
If roofs turn to sky,
Held by the gravity of nothing,
An ironic and literal making of a bed.
You can walk away,
But there is a reason to stay.
They make bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh.
For every push foward, you get the same fucking push back.
You have nowhere to go, so you found someplace,
you have nothing to say you start lying
What the fuck were you thinking
I'm not sorry
I'd do it all again.
Now with all the lines so burred between hate, love, and revenge
Are just dead feelings.

in the closest alley, in the first doorway, pushed up against her and closed his eyes. he said, "this is probably the worst decision that i've ever made." she laughed and smiled. she said, "i'm sure you do this all the time...right?" as the morning came and the city woke into the building people all went to work, as their rides out of town came they parted ways she said, "do you know when you're coming back again?" dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still, bury it up and over and into the ground, all these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible. if you quiet down, it's so soft of a sound, you can hear it all coming back after you. now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up. waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracked skull, there is yelling all around, get up, get up please start breathing and the moment will come when you finally realize the results of decisions and choices in your life, you hear it all coming back after you.

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweating through sheets
Drinking coffee in the morning
Floating on Airplanes across the vast seas

And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety

And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
because doing can start to form a habit

And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane

And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refrigerator's empty
well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time to go the store

You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singing to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep them conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]

girl im sorry but i'm leaving.
we're both at fault, we're both to blame.
and it wasn't the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss, of a feeling.
even if i stayed it just wouldn't be the same.

double this drink up into the, tallest glass you got.
you know i aint used to sleeping all, alone.
gonna make it to the moon tonight on a 1 way kamikaze flight.
if i could get so high i'll leave behind my problems,
take em out with the empty bottles.

oh girl, i'm sorry, but i'm leaving.
we're both at fault, we're both to blame.
and it wasn't the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling
even if i stayed it just wouldn't be the same.

me and this guitar are going swinging blind into the unknown.
you know a song and a stage is all i never needed of a home.
someday i, will call from a payphone in a truckstop on the road
and you'll tell me how much better off you've been on your own.

so girl, i'm sorry but i'm leaving.
we're both at fault, we're both to blame.
and it wasn't the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling
even if i stayed...
it just wouldn't be the.....
same.