Alaska. Music by: Andrew Winn. Lyrics by: Andrew Winn. Appears on: Seed. . Welcome to the world of the northern hemisphere. Greet the winds of this heavenly frontier.
You know all the cool places where all the punks hang out. All those same old places that I don't give a shit about. There's so many people just following a trend.
My mind is flyin' round, still pulsing from the sound, oh yeah. Forgot to lock the gate, close the book and seal my fate, oh yeah. Gotta get back to that one place within my mind.
[Spoken]. You're free and freedom is beautiful,. And uh you know it will take time to. Restore chaos and order, but we, but we will. . Chaos and order will destroy us.
Self destruct. We've lost all control. Self destruct. Defy all the trust you stole. Self destruct. I think you sold us all. I feel your stranglehold. .
I believe in revolution. I believe in silent power. crawled out with the institution. in the witching hour. . My dreams. They can't be all just what I see.
Here we go again good citizens. Avert your eyes. As the innocent collide. Run and hide as the world sits and watches, hypnotized. Another Belgrade sunset leaving town.
Sit back and watch the world crumble.. Humanity has stumbled.. No commercial interruptions.. Sweet televised destruction.. . Wave your flag and chant the slogans..
A cold December in a sleepy town. it's no different your a freak. and they don't want you around. Got daddy's car on a Friday night. Just a speed bump in a privileged life..
Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.. Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.. The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn't take flight, brass.
Three chords and six strings. They're screaming how they're gonna change things. They're young, they're strong and proud. We turn it up cause we like it loud.
"Long live anarchy!" were Sacco's last words. Their cries of freedom were supressed and they were never heard. Guilty only of their beliefs, and their foreign births.
Don't touch the dial, there's static on the radio. We're on a frequency way below. And one day this signals gonna get through to you. We sent it out in 92, yeah, it's long overdue.
He didn't fit in he always felt rejected. His father hit him and made him feel defective. He got a bottle. It seemed to take the pain away. He's only 15 and he don't know any other way.
I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited.. . Channeling our ghosts and calling it habit. and you wouldn't have it,. so we spent four months learning to sift.
Throw open the floodgates,. we want to feel Your love!. . But haven't I been waiting?. Haven't I been getting up from falling dreams. and slipping on the frozen streams I build my towers on?.
I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited. dispassionate and quiet around you.. . And when I am old, when the skin under my eyes. stretches to wrap around the things I've seen,.
"Carry me when my legs give out," he says.. We did not expect this bramble,. this thick of thorns.. You always see us running to anywhere. but where we're meant to,.
How vaguely we eschew complicity with You,. it's always run-arounds, excuses. and words we bind to nooses. just to sullenly let swing. the best of arbitrary things,.