ANOTHER DAY IN
(lyrics by Al Fargione & Jason Bonafide)
I
never had it tough, disconnected from the world outside
until I took a look around, realized people are
dying.
I
feel all this hatred and I see what it breeds:
A
moral system based on violence, intolerance and greed.
So
don’t back away, let your voice be heard
Learn
how we butcher one another the way we butcher the herd.
But
still we blame our televisions- are we desensitized
or just so afraid of what we’ll see we can’t open our
eyes?
Shotgun
bang, another dead body in the street
The beginning hopeful, the ending bittersweet.
Another
lesson in hypocrisy, but tell me what have you learned?
His
friends are crying, a family years
for something more than the condolences that
they’ll receive
“It’s
another bad batch, another mistake”- Who’d believe
we’d fall so far and end up this way
We
live for tomorrow but we’re dying today.
Another
day in paradise
With
nothing to show
Life’s
too short
by now you’d think we’d know.
Shotgun
bang, race riots out in the street
A
baby’s gone, a mother’s on her feet
He
was a father, a husband, a friend and a son.
Lived
by the knife, died by the gun
Hate
drove him crazy, distrust made him mad
Everyday
prayed for the best, hope’s all he ever had.
Surrounded
by people, still no one heard him scream
As
this vision of peace becomes one more shattered dream
What
have we learned?
SIX-EIGHT
(lyrics by Eric Zell)
fuck.
Someday
I’ll be recognized by you
You’ll
see me exactly how I want you to
Four
years gone by and still there’s nothing that great
It’s
not okay because nobody has perfect fate
Next
weekend, next opportunity to live your life
Get
yourself together and get yourself some memories
Stop
wasting time
Say
what you’re gonna say
Tell
me what you’re gonna do
You’re
missing out on life because he told you to
Say
what you’re gonna say
When
you think you know it’s right
Close
your eyes and I’ll sing a song for you tonight.
Sometimes
I wonder why my dreams are all up in the sky
Without
a doubt everyone must think I’m high
Get
caught procrastinating, laziness decides our fate and
before you know it, your former girlfriend
worships Satan.
Stammering,
not babbling, rambling on about stuff again
You
call me up and you say you wanna be my friend
Bored
again, born again, passed out on the floor again
Don’t
wake me up because my head’s up in the clouds again.
Who
are we kidding now
Won’t
see you again anyhow
Thinking
of you, already missing you now
So
goodbye and good luck, it’s like lightning’s struck
One in a million. My worst ever good
luck.
WHAT I LEARNED IN
MRS. BONAFIDE’S 12TH GRADE ENGLISH CLASS
(aka THE SKA SONG aka TAINTBIRD)
If
my life starts here, why does this seem like the end?
How
can I say I’m not scared when I’ll never see you again?
I’m
running out of time, I’m on the clock everyday
I
guess growing up means throwing 18 years away
and I’m so goddamn tired I can’t close my eyes
like a slap in the face, reminder that I’m not
free
That
my life’s not my own and the world isn’t fair
As
long as I’m too young to understand and too old to care
So
give me this
I
know I’m fucked, caged up, 18 months left to say goodbye
I
just sat inside, watched the cars roll by
Through
the window, the blinds and these useless eyes
That
are always fighting off sleep or glued to a screen
So
everything I’ve been shown has yet to be seen
This
routine brings me down but I could have done it myself
The
world isn’t that big, I don’t need anyone else
I’ll
spend some time on my own, I don’t mind being alone
Waste
my days in this maze, a nice little cage that I call home
Who’s
kidding who?
SWANKSTER
(lyrics by Chris Jordan & Al Fargione)
Too
many rules and regulations that I must live by
Without
enough explanation, nothing to justify
All
these mindless limitations with no reasons why
And
you’re too blind to see that my life belongs to me.
It’s
hard for me to tolerate these rules everyday
But
I’m not sure what I can do
I’ve
had enough but not enough to throw it all away
But
I’ve had enough to try and get myself away from you
Irrational
rules with no rational thought behind them
So
I’ve made up my own mind not to mind them
I’m
taking the best of what’s left, something they’ll never feel for me
I’m
disposable, cut my legs from under me.
EMO
Well
my girlfriend just broke up with me
I
think I’ll cry for an hour or three
It
wasn’t very nice, it was quite mean
And
now she’s going out with the captain of the football team
Cuz I’m nothing but an emo
sissy
I
bet she doesn’t even miss me
So
I’ll cry just like a wussy
Because
I’m nothing but an emo sissy
And
I’ll feel just like a fool
When
I pass in the hall of my rich high school
And
if I stare at her too long in class
She’ll
have her new boyfriend kick my ass
And
I cry on my way home from school everyday
And
I try to make my pain just go away
I’d
say goodbye but I just can’t find the right words to say
Maybe
that’s why the kids at school think I’m gay
I’m
nothing but an emo sissy
And
all you ever do is piss me off
Nothing
left to say or do
Because
you’re a bitch
and I hate you.
HIT ME BABY ONE MORE
TIME
I
still can’t believe we fucking recorded this.
NOTES
“Please
Throw Money” was recorded over many, many sessions in the spring and summer of
2003 in various rooms of Chris Fisher’s house. Chris used to play in Conehead Buddha, runs a great studio and is one of the
coolest people ever. He produced and engineered the whole project, which is why
it doesn’t sound nearly as bad as it should. We were a quartet at the time,
still in our ‘original lineup’, which included Al Fargione
on drums and Eric Zell on bass. Everyone in the band
was between 16 and 18, and still in high school. It was our first experience in
a real studio and we learned A LOT. We may hate to listen to it, sell it, or
play any of the songs off it 3 years later, but it was a lot of fun to make and
something we were very proud of at the time. The “Hit Me Baby” cover originated
at a battle of the bands at