Family trees attracting bees and so are to be cut down,
We eat the fruit until we're big enough to walk away
And the statues that the riots use to paint the sorry ground,
They write the words that no remembered man could ever say
But the remembered man's a fascist, leaves the past in smoking ashes
While the future eats at his bones
This open wound is to remind me I'm a pacifist
But my pacifistic lie is just so funny I could die
I wonder what they'd write on the stone
"Had a lot to say a nearly always said it best with a fist"
Back when I was of a lesser race
The men carried women, the women carried keychain mace
And heaven was a dagger in the fountain-pen chest of the damned
And a man would tear his eye out just to see the funny look on his face
Baby blue, I'm not like you, it's not all over for me
You're a little older and I'm just a lighter shade blue
Mom and dad, why am I so sad? I go a college degree
I've been walking around believing I'm the line that no one drew
But how am I to be something that nobody can see
here in the oil-spill cloud of the past?
Hindsight hippies-to-be will come rescue me
But these hippies wearing leather, burning nature, hey whatever
Think that freedom is a kiss of the ass
And I think I'd rather die than have the freedom of a lockless key
Back when I was of a lesser race
The men carried women, the women carried keychain mace
And heaven was a dagger in the fountain-pen chest of the damned
And a man would tear his eye out just to see the funny look on his face
This may be Nate Kinsella's "dad record," but the array of experimental sounds and soulful songs on offer evidence a new creative peak. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017