holy shìt!

by MALAISE

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RECORDED AND RELEASED UNDER THE PREVIOUS NAME "CAN'T SING FOR SHIT" FOR THE 2009 USA WINTER TOUR.

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released January 5, 2009

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Track Name: in the wild
one month late, a cracked fate
break a couple of bones of full growns
with train tracks on your soles

leave your head in the sun and keep none
i wish for you, spiderman, to have a great plan
(to get us out of here)
with train tracks on your souls
Track Name: lush kingdom
hawks as black as braincells
hawks as black as braincells
defenseless mechanism less intrusive

hollered to the clock
one too many locks
hollered to the clock
one too many

wash the sheets with fire
wash the sheets with fire
statues in the honour all crippled and crooked

this kingdom is your kingdom
and sensitive to touch
this kingdom is your kingdom
and sensitive to touch
Track Name: little blood pt.1
did she leave for the shiest boy in the bay?
i'm not to blame for the choices she made
but she left to find answers besides me
can't help be sad that she won't find me

'kiss me before i start to cry'
but those were her words, not mine

and she'll print all those pictures she takes
and sing about the heart that i break
but do i want her to change this song?
and would i ever, ever prove her wrong?

'kiss me before i start to cry'
but those were her words, not mine

cause up to now our choice was confirmed
how was i to know her letters were returned
it's not the insight that i lack
it's something else that just holds me back
she'll walk and ride and take trains for no reason
i have my songs and my letters, but i'll keep them

'kiss me before i start to cry'
but those were her words, not mine
Track Name: as much of a choice
take time with your head, you're the only one who has to live inside it
i know you didn't tell me and i could've been warned
you leave me no choice, i have no choice

i wouldn't have guessed you i would ever stay again to see
and if you write like a mirror in the back on the same sheet
there is nothing left to do but set it free

and between pressed fingers there is sunlight
to flick to wings of voices that i dread
too many lines to repeat

from the bite you took off me
to the damage you have yet to do
Track Name: home is not necessarily where you would rather be
i was chewing on our last kiss after i left you at your plane
i let it go with saltier water
for the first time since i left, i just feel like going home.

because here my love goes out the window
and the air in San Francisco just cracks my skin dry
and i know now what i came here to find
and i just feel like going home

Tables turn, now i'm the one left behind
and i just feel like going home
Track Name: rant song
There is culture for the masses just as long as they fit in classes. Base our culture on the kids that don't even know what culture is.

Remember a band is not their single and that clothes are not their tags, but i'm glad i'm not the last to see our minds are blurred with facts. Don't get fed on meat that's fodder and don't gag on shit that makes your mind go numb.

Because if there's nothing you believe in, then you're living in a bubble. Maybe you think it's just not worth the trouble. Oh, it is. It's worth the life of us kids.

But regardless there is passion and our music and romancing. Your life's still what you make of it, even though we're all just sick of it. It's your path to walk alone, so make sure that you have friends when you get home.

Cause isn't it so obvious that, when you take a stand, your voice is worth your mind and thoughts and so are all your plans.

Don't complain that you don't know enough, it's a fact you never will. So pick up your friends' favorite books or give wikipedia a look. Go look up what it is to think, avoid the big commercial link. Read, don't just stand there and blink.

Because there were so many brilliant minds and thoughts that were one of a kind. If none of those apply to you, figure out what that means to you.

There is art around the corner, in every street and every corner. It's made by kids just like us, that go to shows and ride the bus.
Track Name: walk tall, walk straight (cover)
too many kids are screwed up
no alternative, no hope
too many kids act like dicks
they've got no reason, they've got no hope

why do they do it?
they've lost their minds
society's victims
the system fucked up their minds
not enough brains in their head
before they know it they're already dead

walk tall, walk straight

see the x's on my hand
it's not to be cool, it's who i am
you can put x's on your hand
when you're in control and in command

why do they do it?
they've lost their minds
society's victims
the system fucked up their minds
not enough brains in their head
before they know it they're already dead

walk tall, walk straight
Track Name: something i should be upset about
like the ceiling this white
keep the eyes from turning inside
i wait like a furnace tonight
from hours without end in sight
without an end in sight
even when the sun clouds it a while

easy does it, it'll have broken my heart
or what's left of it for the most part
by the road is a clever remark
something i should be upset about
Track Name: tell your lover it's not over
i'll have wise things to say
we'll act on them some other day
and we'll sleep with strings attached
to someone else's bed

there's trouble written all over them

do we have any control
to keep up with the illusion that we're sure of?
and we'll have war wounds for hearts
and things we can't even give out

but until then i'll wake up in your bed
smiling, but scared

if thinking is left behind
i can't keep you from my mind
if reason is left tonight
then lock your lips in mine
Track Name: angeles (cover)
someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill
says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
and what's a game of chance to you
to him is one of real skill

so glad to meet you, angeles

picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made
go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade
did you add up all the cards left to play to zero

and sign up with evil, angeles
don't start me trying now
cos I'm all over it, angeles

i could make you satisfied in everything you do
all your secret wishes could right now be coming true
and be forever with my poison arms around you

no one's gonna fool around with us
no one's gonna fool around with us
so glad to meet you, angeles
Track Name: shackle to a previous mindset
the crowd that will follow the road
eager to walk bear in stone
eyes tired red from
the nightmares that keep them awake

follow the light until it sets
then sleep through their nights and regrets
feet broken into blisters and cold
keep it going
Track Name: for want of a better cover (cover)
i, i believed, memory might mirror no reflections on me
i, believed, that in forgetting i might set myself free

but i woke up this morning
with a piece of past caught in my throat
and then i choked

i, i bled, i tried to hide the heart from the head
and i, i said i bled, in the arms of a girl i'd barely met

and i woke up this morning
with the present in splinters on the ground
and then i drowned

and if i can't see it’s for want of you

you, you said 'i see', if there's nothing here then it’s probably mine
my, my turn to see if there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine

but i woke up this morning
with a piece of past caught in my throat
and then i choked

i, i guess i've learned the taste of days that will always burn
i, i guess i've learned if it’s in the corner of my eye i can't always turn

and i woke up this morning
with the present in splinters on the ground
and then i drowned

and if i can't see it’s for want of you
Track Name: three days at a time
you're disappearing again
three days at a time

the cure won't understand abstinence
and overall desistance
suffices never as long...

keep away the old uncut pieces of film
still looking back at my wandering mind
crashed into, crushed into the pillow

the things that don't drip from my cheek
will turn into the muddy holes that shield my feet