Альбом Chevelle

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It seems I've gained the world but I have nothing
To keep tabs upon this loss isn't wasted time
Face opportunities to recognize now we have the time
Rebuke, don't choke on this twisted dream
Cause he'll say pay for it, the whole sum
he'll say magnify pain is point number one
Cause he'll say pay for it, the whole sum
to to magnify pain is point number one
It seems I've gained the world but I have nothing
To keep tabs upon this loss isn't wasted time
Face opportunities to recognize now we have the time
Rebuke, don't choke on this twisted dream
Cause he'll say pay for it, the whole sum
to magnify pain is point number one
We need healing through aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back
Hate - Well couldn't do, couldn't do no wrong
Hate – Watch it boy, this could do you in
We need healing through aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back
We need healing through aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back

(Lyrics by Pete Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

I'll fight your war
Promise not to lose
But you give in to circumstance
Not gonna prove to you
Learn of patience worth to you
Many teacher, no student
We go by name, not by rank
Too many gighs incompetent
There's no bond between some men
A concept already known
What little time you try to give
A big cheer for you alone
Relax and try
Broke off, broke up and spent
He's choking in left field
Can't tell this place is doomed
Now no place like home
Doomed- Now
There's no place like home
I'm gonna prove to you

(Lyrics by Pete Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

Watch me heap up what I've sown
I'm made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality in himself
Uniquely designed but we can't help ourselves
So – Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, I feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
Why I've made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
I won't design
Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, I feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
Why, did I make the face
And I won't design

(Lyrics by Pete Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

Keep my pair of senses
Out of where it isn't clear
Kept his false creation
Teach on my own faith
Right I'll wreck this, too
But you made by day
I'll fail you, too
Speak through this voice, and
We can have life to take
And mend these ways
We don't need tradition
This will wreck our mission
This isn't even clear
It doesn't tell they why
This is an incomplete
It doesn't tell the why
Even if I was all knowing
Wouldn't it mean that I love you?
See you move against ignorance
Why not try and get in
This isn't even clear
It doesn't tell the why
This is an incomplete
It doesn't tell the why
Set out a boom and line
What have scholars caught
Look to yourself to find a God.
No, a lie, and
We can have life to take,
And mend these ways
We don't need tradition,
This will wreck our mission
This isn't even clear
It doesn't tell the why
This is an incomplete
It doesn't tell the why

(Lyrics by Pete Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

This anticipation
Seen in you
As you prepare for new life
Don't forget your war
The cuts on his hands, speak a little louder
He takes that side, and lets you know
And what's in his speech, hands cover face
Yeah what's in his, you cover your face
(3x)
Now you're anticipating
What went wrong
In this world we fall back into
Just isn't strong
The cuts on his hands, made way to his face
These spoke all the louder, my silent regret
I show that side, the pride of life
Won't let go

Begging - do you mean groveling
Settling - it's not the same
Begging - do we take what's left
Settling –second best, don't take requests
You two, you're what's left, I don't take requests
But for you two, come this far,
I might have something,
To say – (Repeat)
Now these two, treat them well
Upon themselves, showed up again
Now you sir, Give up the gig
You haven't been repaid

(Lyrics by Peter Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

Comrades bond, this day will be long
Don't count your losses, gain what he gave
And we blame him for having right
Anyone lose a God, cause I found a God
Raise the question that's given here
Ponder his answer, still bleeding clean
And they rhyme you've hidden in
Won't keep long
And we blame him
And we blame him
Reasons I ask you'll know why
As sure as I'm here you'll know why
Because he won't leave me out in the cold
See how the sparrow gets fed from our Lord
Draw – Close
And hold me long

(Lyrics by Peter Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

A scratchy throat
I wish you would lift this, I drink liquids
Spreading true, I hope
A blank earth covered in nothing, living
Swear this it's something 'cause it's here
And we feel towards a place
And many pay by ignoring
And you don't care
Where is the mother figure
While I'm here
And mostly it's hard when this happens
Don't keep inside life, 'cause that's not fair
And solder won't keep me together
If heat is there, the heat is there
I can feel you breathing
And patience is slow going
I'd like to obtain this
Now
'Cause this is it made me think
'Cause this is it made me think
Made me see caught this now
Caught me

(Lyrics by Pete Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

Don't grip, you're choking
What life was, trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don't blame my messes on you
Don't beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, Low
Why take the conscience
Low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, low
What not, what else is there
I climb into
Recognize I don't have time
What was said about this man?
What was said now
Don't grip your choking
What life was trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don't blame my messes on you
Don't beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is
Low, low

(Lyrics by Pete Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)

I'd like to leave this
In my youth
Pick me up on your way
Send away virus
Drink sight is water
Drink sight is water
Watch him sell mugs to bikers
To make a million dollars
Place you stamp here
Send out love letters
C'mon enough said
The skin on top his hands
Has dried to red
The words, want them touch them
The nerve, why are you here
Back off peer
I am on top of this
Back off peer
I am on top of this back off
I need to make decisions
And I want to leave yea back off
Banned