1. |
sheeple
04:20
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some people, they are sheeple
just tell 'em what to do
if they see it on the TV
well then, it must be true
you either buy it, or deny it
that pressure of the peer
where is the backbone the individual
are you here ?
will the selfless, in the crowd please
can you raise your hand
it will narrow down, who i can trust
know who should be banned
from interaction and a dialogue
that's endless gibberish
don't waste my time with words benign
turn your phone off when you're near me
it is controlling you
switch the valve on back to safety
then it's consoling you
never before
or since have i seen
this whole self entitlement
taped to the screen
expect it demand
all your wants they're commands
think that you are the first
but it is secondhand
you play the victim whilst believing
that you're the only one
who has suffered[, keep deceiving
believe the story spun
you wrote the tune so, face the music
why should she be the one ?
who must recite it, you are the coward
(repeat chorus)
play the fool - cancel out
it is cruel - without a doubt
i'll summarize - in a word
vandalize - you're absurd
(repeat chorus)
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2. |
traces
04:31
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hey, can you run through that little bit again ?
i'm great with faces but rarely a name
between all of us we should limit the shame
and leave every creature free they're not ours to tame
in my dreams i see your face
it is no surprise to me there's still a trace
portrait sketched you couldn't help but go deface
for awhile lost but my steps i soon retraced
i agree that we don't ever graduate
we can still strike out standing at the plate
a home run needed now to save the game
but it is working out because i abstain
in my dreams i see your face
it is no surprise to me there's still a trace
portrait sketched you couldn't help but go deface
for awhile lost but my steps i soon retraced
the steps i walk are of greater pace
the lyric of this song is now in upper case
put a lot of stuff in it's deserving place
all i needed was silence in an open space
halls of fame need no acclaim
for our reward
is a way of life that blunts
the sharpest sword
elegance the carpet suede
it's coloured red
option A through Z
i've now a needle thread
in my dreams i see your face
it is no surprise to me there's still a trace
portrait sketched you couldn't help but go deface
for awhile lost but my steps i soon retraced
everyday i can do what i need to
everyday i can say hello
in every way it's a stone like a statue
everyday i can do what i want to
everyday i can suit my style
in every way i can map some kinda' breakthrough
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3. |
43 down
03:55
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will i go out the same way i came in
with a scream coupled with a cry
or will peace enter this last equation
will it comply?
in retrospect i have been so lucky
to survive to this present age
I'm 43 down - at least as of now
that is how long i have spent
and somehow
i've made it to here
through blood toil and tear
43 down
i'm still around
half of that was spent in a bold stupor
rarely knew what was up or down
camoflagued like a uniformed trooper
every goal scored was disallowed
43 down - at least as of now
that is how long i have lived
and somehow
i've made it to here
through blood toil and tear
43 down
i'm still around
read some old letters - that were recently were unearthed
i was the author of words that were sincerely cursed
brutal delusions believed every paragraph penned
grateful by knowing that whole time would come to an end
43 down - at least as of now
that is how long i have lived
and somehow
i've made it to here
through blood toil and tear
43 down
i'm still around
44 up
that's where I'm going
all being well
there's no way of knowing
but i've made to here
with blood toil and tear
43 down i'm still around
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4. |
whenever
04:28
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overhead live wires
do not cross the track
cul de sac sign reads
wrong way go back
100 days to go before they
enter into a booth
to pull the lever to choose their tyrant
corruption's never so smooth
hypnotized immobilized
we made our bed, so time to lie in it
analyze the memorized
excuses that rush forth
let's see, how this plays out
for now i don't understand
mountains by way of molehills
flowers grow on wasteland
demons sit and write their memoirs
the masses buy it consume
times have never been so violent
i smell a toxic perfume
hypnotized immobilized
we made our bed, so time to lie in it
analyze the memorized
excuses that rush forth
sanitized suspicious lies
they wrest the head from shoulders weighing down
demoralized eventual skies
of blue can help me smile
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5. |
answer
03:48
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you say you'll do your best
but i suggest you do your duty
this is a chance that we may never get again
so, act!
because i bet that later you'll regret
you bailed on beauty
you drag your feet because your bones are dry
and that's a fact
i won't take no for answer
so what ? you are not a dancer
it wouldn't hurt you if u go ask her
I know my question has an answer
of knowing what it is what are the chances ?
don't tell me there need be
circumstances
I try to reach you as you seem to want
all I get's a raincheck
a strange occurrence that it is that way
when there are no clouds
so as a consequence I reign in my
proposed date greetings
it seems that something must be wrong with me
before that's allowed
i won't take no for answer
so what ? you are not a dancer
it wouldn't hurt you if u go ask her
I know my question has an answer
of knowing what it is what are the chances ?
don't tell me there need be
EVERYDAY - THERE'S SOMETHING TO SAY - THERE'S SOMETHING TO GIVE TO OR AWAY
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6. |
fast
05:16
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she didn't love me - like she said
but that hurt's long gone - was put to bed
i'm the archivist - and if you need a date
then to come to me i'll set you straight
i've got the mind for it
i'm glad they shoved me - like they did
it notified me - how much i'd slid
you need that diamond in the rough
to validate when enough's enough
and this life goes so fast and - we've only one
and when it ends some have just begun
as my mum says
we're long a time dead
cannot do much when we go under
if not, when ? it better be now else
it's life on life's terms -that much i know
i stare it down go - toe to toe
my gloves are laced i'm - no second string
i'll meet the round when the bell does ring
and this life goes so fast and - we've only one
and when it ends some have just begun
as my mum says
we're long a time dead
cannot do much when we go under
yes life is so fast - cannot be slowed
the language often is in morse code
but what the hell
there's only so much time to make it real
or we just fake the numbers
if - but - shoulda' - coulda' - woulda' done better yes
naturally that's what we will address
and this life goes so fast and - we've only one
and when it ends some have just begun
as my mum says
we're long a time dead
cannot do much when we go under
yes life is so fast - cannot be slowed
the language often is in morse code
but what the hell
there's only so much time to make it real
or we just fake the numbers
if - but - shoulda' - coulda' - woulda' done better yes
naturally that's what we will address
at some time or other in this tapestry
we know as life
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7. |
impressions
04:44
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you don't call me up - like you say
i take the grain of salt - a mainstay
maybe you sent that message to me accidentally
unseats my brain somewhat a little mentally
just like that old stubborn stain
promise of sun you bring rain
i've a mantra that makes whole sense
expect nothing
then there's
no expense
for i would rather be surprised
tomorrow well - that's too late
if you don't get your way - you litigate
grudges held can grow exponentially
i hope you realize the pointlessness eventually
speak of the devil and he'll appear
God is about love not fear
fire and brimstone that they sell
to terrify you with
threats of hell
that's where you're going
they say
if you sin
that first impression we don't get a second chance
book by a cover needs more than a passing glance
of all the slates i chose to wipe clean
i went the whole way used gasoline
when it comes to truth - it either is - there's no "essentially"
there is no grey area as far as I can see
i respect the smallest ant
mind my feet when i walk can't
stand to crush it's precious home
believe it or not
it's like
our own
with rooms
a bed
with shelter inside
that first impression we don't get a second chance
book by a cover needs more than a passing glance
see past the surface that alone don't tell the tale
the eyes deceive the voice it too can often veil
ALL BUT & EVERY THING
that first impression we don't get a second chance
book by a cover needs more than a passing glance
see past the surface that alone don't tell the tale
the eyes deceive the voice it too can often veil
will i hear from you
like you say ?
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8. |
resolution
04:12
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two sets of fireworks i've seen today
the color clear the sound is delayed
their purpose is to show another year
has arrived here
here we go, it's time to steer
what to do and where shall we stand ?
some of us will need a plan
we may erase a few of the words
revise as we go
that's nothing new we already know
don't need a - new year for a resolution
nor predicament for solution
it's time for something close to
a revolution
spaces allow yourself some leeway
ignore the endless hearsay
each trend is now so passe
it's time to write my essay
on where we are - use my guitar
to play
each melody so i can see
what i can/need to say
don't need a - new year for a resolution
nor predicament for solution
it's time for something close to
a revolution
spaces allow yourself some leeway
ignore the endless hearsay
each trend is now so passe
it's time to write my essay
on where we are - use my guitar
to play
each melody so i can see
what i can/need to say
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JSK Australia
JSK (aka Jason Stuart Kamasz) is a multi-instrumentalist Musician, Painter, Film-maker, Producer hailing from Applecross,
WA.
All music is arranged, produced and entirely performed by JSK in his lounge-room with a battered assortment of guitars, keyboards, drums and blunt guitar picks.
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