Walk In Cold

Walk In Cold

Ever consider
From boiling water the residue?
A sea full of people
But after the action who’s left with you?
They’re standing on others.
You’re standing on hope to see you through.
The atmosphere’s waning
They stand on your toes they breathe with you

With virgin eye and heart of gold
And mind of child
I swear it’s not the way
I thought it would be

And of the others?
Fools in a glass house throwing stones
Delusions of lacking
Unless one can top it
Leave it alone
A no – alee dream place
Where waves in my blood crash violent tone
And after all effort
The pain and the rain claim you their own

With virgin eye and heart of gold
And mind of child
I swear it’s not the way
I thought it would be

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Lyrics–Eric Spicer
Music–Naked Raygun
From the album; Jettison

Fade Away

We live we die
And in between
We sit and wonder why
Why must we someday die?

Tried and tested
We live our lives
Like our dear parents did
Tied down and restricted

Of gods and guns
Do we need to die?
For Christ’s sake or for anyone?
They call it religion
And so we pray
For god to save us
From our evil ways
They call it self-decay

We live we die
In fear of gods and guns
And never knowing why
Why must we someday die?

So live your life
In fear of no one
We must have our say
Before we fade away

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album; Worlds Apart

PAINT

I heard the notes all fade away
Leaving their memorial stones
Yesterday’s thoughts have come to stay…..
Until they decompose 

A picture paints a thousand words
With nothing much to say
What last night seemed had to be heard
Is left unsaid today 

So when you said you understood
I couldn’t understand
I was looking at an empty beach
As you saw the grains of sand 

I was counting views from windows
When you looked in from outside
The light was blurred and distant
And several cities wide 

So I turn up the volume
To hear the notes so dim
You said you couldn’t hear it
So I asked you to come in
Then you held up a mirror
I saw my face congeal
I was thin and getting thinner
And I dreamt it was for real

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Citizen Fish, from the album “Free Souls In A Trapped Environment”

Spirit Of Radio

Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that’s so elusive
And the magic music
Makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

[Chorus:]
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open hearted
Not so coldly charted
It’s really just a question…
Of your honesty….
Yeah! your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity

[Chorus]

For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

Lyrics; Neil Peart
Music; Rush
From the album
“Permanent Waves”

The first Rush song I ever heard and I loved it straight away, from there I discovered a band that made fantastic music, coupled with excellent intelligent lyrics.
And for me both those elements are what makes great music. Music that you feel and lyrics that make you think.

Most people are content to accept the music/artists that appear on mainstream. Go looking, there’s a wealth of imaginative original work out there.

“Popularity is the hallmark of mediocrity” (Oscar Wilde)

Blank Generation

They say we been going down and going down
Been traveling on the road to nowhere
Going down, round and round
Trying to get to the place where we started

When I was just a boy at four years old thought the world was joy
As a kid I’d play, just create the day as I saw it my way

But time blows by
And strips us to the bone poisoned wind of woe
Teach us that we’re alone in this world
We learned to see all the corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so a toast to the end of our innocence
A toast to our blank generation

They say we been going down, been going down
Been traveling on the road to nowhere
Going down, round and round
Trying to get to the place where we started

When I was seventeen realizing the world wasn’t what she seemed
Underneath the night SanFrancisco sky
I would see, too clearly

But time blows by
And strips us to the bone poisoned wind of woe
Teach us that we’re alone in this world
We learned to take all the corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so a toast to the end of our innocence
A toast to our blank generation

So here’s to collagen lips and saline tits
To growth hormones and antibiotics
To the Hollywood world we made out of Barbie-doll hearts
After we melted them down so we could make our new start
Here’s to a generation scared and always wondering why
Instead of playing doctor,we play shoot each other and die
Instead of ring around the
Rosie, we play hide from Mommy
‘Cause Mommy’s been drinking again and we don’t want to get beat
Even with all our tattoos, and all our cheap thrills there’s still a hole inside of us that may not ever get filled
So we give back a little bit of what the world’s given us
Giving back a bit of never giving a fuck

Here’s to the justice never dealt, to innocent, proven guilty
Here’s to bad cops turning cheeks when real cops are on the street
Here’s to the rat-tat-n-tat and your life is shattered
Here’s to “Gimme me your cash or your brains is gettin’ splattered”
Here’s to mad cow disease and all that yummy MSG
Here’s to Mickey d’s serving all those mutant chick-a-dees

This is a toast to celebrate the end of our innocence
This is a toast to celebrate how…
We’ve become desensitized
If life is to grow
Some life must die

We learned to take all the corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so a toast to the end of our innocence
our generation

We now embrace all the corruption and greed, all its hate, all its pain, so
A toast to the end of our innocence
Our blank generation
Our blank generation

Lyrics: Rob Flynn
Music: Machine Head

Kick You When You’re Down

Love for my love, hate for my hate
Strength for my strength, pain for my pain
Pride for my pride, match it inside
Trust that I find in you
But it’s hard and it’s brutal, it’s nasty and rude and
It’s dirty and mean when they treat you like yesterday’s
News
They want to keep us all down town, frowned, underground
But no one is keeping me down
Fuck no
I’ll keep my head high
‘Cause they will always kick you when you’re down

Life for my life, soul fore my soul
Truth for my truth and heart for my heart
Drive for my drive, match it inside
Fight for this fight and don’t you ever never
Give up, give up you gotta play like a master of chess
It’s a long road and it’s mental endurance stress test
Sometimes you fight and you win, sometimes you fight and
You lose
It’s the fighter in you
Not to lose
So keep you head high
‘Cause they will always kick you when you’re down

You have to trust in yourself
You must believe in yourself
You have to follow your heart
You overcome, improve, endure
Love for my love, hate for my hate
Strength for my strength, pain for my pain
Pride for my pride, match it inside
Keep up your drive and fight to fight
Because some shit ain’t right
Don’t lose our sight
Get our heads right
Shine our star too bright
Nothing in life is for sure
It’s just a gamble
So play it for all that it’s worth
And don’t forger to keep our heads high
‘Cause they will always kick you when you’re down
They will always kick you when you’re down
And don’t you let their kicking get you down

You have to trust in yourself
You must believe in yourself
You have to follow your heart
You overcome, improve, endure

Music: Machine Head
Songwriters: Adam Duce / Ahrue Luster / Dave Mcclain / Robert Conrad Flynn

Face Off / Youth

[Face Off]
Lots of them
You know there’s lots of them
There’s reasons
Everyday changes my mind like the seasons
I’m asking for answers
I’m looking in mirrors
Ripples in rivers
Face just drifting away, away

Where’s the reasoning?
Yes and no are neither good enough
Gimme some of that, gimme some of that, gimme some of that, spontaneity stuff
Blink before you think too hard
Saw your smile in a passing car

Borrowed your pen
I wanna write like you do again and again and again and again
Riots in the uniform of peace
Couple’a big ones up your sleeve

Ten to nine and it’s shut down the factory
Pull up the floorboards and build a bonfire
Having a party in your head
Sniff this greezer! And go to bed!

Turned off the light
Stayed up all night
Blown to bits!
Shrivelled up opened out and exploded
Where he usually sits

Go to it youth
Discover the truth
Don’t bottle it up
Cos it’s 99% proof

[Youth]
No no it’s not how old you are
Not the blushing brides and the propped up bar
After the bells have rung
And the next perspective has begun

Not the corner of some foreign field
Not the name engraved on stainless steel
Not the thank you note for inventing the wheel
But an innocence dressed in knowing too much
Never scared to theorise but half scared to touch
But rejecting the world that made it such

Oh to be as youthful as I am
Oh to be as manic as you are
Oh to be as worried in our happiness
But never will we be so near
Yet look so far
Be so near
Yet look so far
Yet look so far

Beyond the social attitudes
That narrow the path and distort the view
Complacency defies energy
And the other way round

We grow as fast as time is slow
We grow as fast as time is slow
We grow as fast as time is slow
Enough to keep our head to the ground
For youthfulness is a louder sound
Than age – that turning of the page – can make
A forced resemblance of getting old
Left the majority feeling cold
Forgot that energy never gets old
We grow with what we’ll always know
And feel the sense of experience
Experience – Youth, youth
Experience – Youth, youth
Experience – Youth

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Citizen Fish
From the album; Free Souls In A Trapped Environment

Where’s The Freedom?

We’re going backwards
Into the sin of self-neglect
What do we stand for?
It’s very easy to forget
The protest marches
Is it the done thing to object?
So where’s the freedom?
Your conscience hangs around your neck

Where’s the freedom?

We’re going crazy
With paranoia, fear, and greed
Accepting standards
Believing what we hear and read
And when we think we’ve sussed out a new reality
But is this freedom or just another hand from which we feed?

Where’s the freedom?

We’re going nowhere
In vicious circles we gyrate
The new sub-culture
With cliches painted on their face
We cannot see past
The elitist barriers we create
We reject the system
But put another in it’s place

Where’s the freedom?

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Subhumans (UK)
From The Album; From The Cradle To The Grave.

Struggle

Understanding the meaning of struggle
Giving your whole life to a single passion
Which others may or may not
Consider obsolete
Like a rare flower
Seen by a few before it withers and dies
(before it withers and dies)

Seeing it all
All the way through the very end
Regardless
A full stop followed by an exclamation mark
Written in your flesh and blood
Getting knocked down every time
Getting knocked down every moment you get up – until you love getting up

I know what you’ve been going through
I’ve been there too
God knows I’ve been pushing hard Pushing so damn hard -I’ve forgotten what the hell I’m even -Pushing for

Recognize it when it happens to you
Learn to recognize it and know what to do
Stop clinging on, let go, own nothing
Do it out of love
Do it out of love

Words cannot substitute
Losing everything
Losing your home
Losing your money
Your dignity
Losing your mind – your beliefs, ideals
Then and only then
When everything is gone
You no longer care
Your soul standing naked and bare
Stripped down to the truth
Then you’ll find everything
On heaven and earth
On heaven and earth
On heaven and earth

The struggle is long
The struggle is hard
The struggle is beautiful

Lyrics; J. Coleman
From the album; Extremities, Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions. By Killing Joke.

Blank Generation

They say we been going down and going down
Been traveling on the road to nowhere
Going down, round and round
Trying to get to the place where we started

When I was just a boy at four years old thought the world was joy
As a kid I’d play, just create the day as I saw it my way

But time blows by
And strips us to the bone poisoned wind of woe
Teach us that we’re alone in this world
We learned to see all the corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so a toast to the end of our innocence
A toast to our blank generation

They say we been going down, been going down
Been traveling on the road to nowhere
Going down, round and round
Trying to get to the place where we started

When I was seventeen realizing the world wasn’t what she seemed
Underneath the night SanFrancisco sky
I would see, too clearly

But time blows by
And strips us to the bone poisoned wind of woe
Teach us that we’re alone in this world
We learned to take all the corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so a toast to the end of our innocence
A toast to our blank generation

So here’s to collagen lips and saline tits
To growth hormones and antibiotics
To the Hollywood world we made out of Barbie-doll hearts
After we melted them down so we could make our new start
Here’s to a generation scared and always wondering why
Instead of playing doctor,we play shoot each other and die
Instead of ring around the
Rosie, we play hide from Mommy
‘Cause Mommy’s been drinking again and we don’t want to get beat
Even with all our tattoos, and all our cheap thrills there’s still a hole inside of us that may not ever get filled
So we give back a little bit of what the world’s given us
Giving back a bit of never giving a fuck

Here’s to the justice never dealt, to innocent, proven guilty
Here’s to bad cops turning cheeks when real cops are on the street
Here’s to the rat-tat-n-tat and your life is shattered
Here’s to “Gimme me your cash or your brains is gettin’ splattered”
Here’s to mad cow disease and all that yummy MSG
Here’s to Mickey d’s serving all those mutant chick-a-dees

This is a toast to celebrate the end of our innocence
This is a toast to celebrate how…
We’ve become desensitized
If life is to grow
Some life must die

We learned to take all the corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so a toast to the end of our innocence
our generation

We now embrace all the corruption and greed, all its hate, all its pain, so
A toast to the end of our innocence
Our blank generation
Our blank generation

Lyrics: Rob Flynn
Music: Machine Head