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Fugazi Album


13 Songs (1990)
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I am a patient boy,
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait.
My time is like water down a drain,
Everybody's moving, everything is moving
Everybody moving, moving, moving, moving, moving, moving.
Please don't leave me to remain- in the waiting room
I don't want the news, I'm not a part of it,
I don't want the news, I have no use for it
sitting outside of town, everybody's always down,
(tell me why)
Because...they cant get up
(come on and get up, come on and get up)
But I don't sit idly by, I'm planning a big suprise,
I'm gonna fight for what I want to be
I won't make the same mistakes because
(yes, I know)
I know how much time that wastes
(and function)
function is the key- in to the waiting room
I don't want the news, I'm not a part of it,
I don't want the news, I have no use for it
sitting outside of town, everybody's always down,
(Tell me why)
because...they cant get up

. . .


Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky
My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes
To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line
So sorry friend but you must resign
You want to figure it out we'll throw down, we'll throw down
Wou want to figure it out well throw down your bulldog front
Bold bold mouthtalking not so bold now that you've eaten your own
Lips flecked, mouthspecked you strip the skin right off of the bone
And I would never say you act without precision or care,
But it's all attention to armor, to the armor you wear so well
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home

. . .


You can't be what you were
So you better start being just what you are
You can't be what you were
Time is now and it's running out
You can't be what you were
So you better start living the life
That you're talking about
You can't be what you were
No movement, no movement, no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind

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There's something acting on this body
Something goes in when nothing comes out
And someone's acting on this information
But nothing's registered from this location
From this site that I sense that I am, in asking
What is this burning in my eyes?
I wanted a language of my own
My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines
Of this crowd that surrounds me
Punctured and parceled i fold my hand
To this site that I sense that I am in asking
What is this burning in my eyes?

. . .


i never thought too hard on dying before
i never sucked on the dying
i never licked the side of dying before
and now i'm feeling the dying

you've got your hands over your ears
you've got your mouth running on
you've got your eyes looking for something that will never be found
like a reason, good god i don't need a reason

i never thought too hard on dying before
i never thought on the dying
i never ever had the dying before
and now i'm feeling the dying

and you've got to give me the shot
give me the pill
give me the cure
now what you've done to my world

i never thought too hard on dying before
i never thought on the dying
i never walked the side of dying before
and now i'm feeling the dying
(it breaks it breaks it breaks, yeah)

under your skin
cap over your eyes
im at the tip of your finger
(it breaks it breaks it breaks, yeah)

Tell me the reason
give me the shot
give me the pill
give me the cure
(it breaks it breaks it breaks)
now what youve done to my world

Coming around,
Coming around,
Coming around,
Coming DOWN

give me the shot
give me the pill
give me the cure
now what you've done to my world

give me the shot
now c'mon give me the pill
give me the cure
now what youve done to my world
(repeat)
GIVE ME THE SHOT

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Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion? (repeat)
Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men? (in the eyes of men)

I've got some skin
You want to look in

There lays no reward in what you discover
You spent yourself watching me suffer
Suffer your words, suffer you eyes, suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man

I've got some skin
You want to look in

She does nothing to deserve it
He only wants to observe it
We sit back like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us

He just wants to prove it
She does nothing to remove it
We don't want anyone to mind us
So we play the roles that they assigned us

She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
But we are all guilty

. . .


I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes up, the tide rolls out,
The trucks roll by the park, still a park
Where children play and pick up stones,
Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone
His mind is his own town where his thoughts run aground
They fall all over and down
I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back,
We crawl our way back to the house we call home
He holds his home in the palm of his hand
And he says, and he says
You are my everyone, you are my anyone
You are my anytime, you are my everytime,
You are my everywhere... anywhere...

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You make yourself so beautiful,
You make yourself so, so beautiful
And now i feel like i'm going,
I'm going to set myself on fire.
I'm going to set myself up at a window,
This margin walker wants a clear view,
This margin walker wants a clear shot,
and now i'm shooting it right on you.
Untraceable, untranslatable,
I can't explain all i ever wanted to do
Trajectory passing right through me
Threads my needle sends it right through you.
You make yourself so visible,
You make yourself so, so visible,
And now i feel like i'm in the tread of
some bastard jealousy.
Up here, above the avenue, up here, where
the things you do,
They lend me a problem with the language,
split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.

. . .


Yes I know this is politically correct
But it comes to you spiritually direct
An attempt to thoughtfully affect your way of thinking
That is if you believe in race
Rr that you were born in the right time or place
That is a thought about face your way of thinking
Your way of...
And the same could be said for all the people lying dead
For them to die was a distraction
And what they found out a bit too late
Got covered up with all that hate
And now it's nothing but reaction.
If you have to carry a gun
To keep your fragile seat at number one
This is a bullet you can't outrun...
Your way of thinking
So wait and see it's coming round
Conscripted through the lost and found
And still we find so tightly wound...
Your way of thinking your way of...
And the same could be said for all the people lying dead
For them to die was a distraction
And what they found a bit too late
Got covered up with all that hate
And now it's nothing but reaction
Action. Reaction. Action. Reaction.

. . .


Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
We are consumed by society
We are obsessed with variety
We are all filled with anxiety that this world would not survive
We gotta put it out the sky is burning
We gotta put it out the water's burning
We gotta put it out the earth is burning
Outrage but then they say...
Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
The world is not our facility
We have a responsibility
To use our abilities to keep this place alive
Right here right now
Do it. Now. Do it.

. . .


Somewhere in these private minds,
The last one comes just in time to clear out
The chambers and sew up the lips,
'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping every slips not a slide.
In other words not to get it wrong,
It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
Secured under the weight of watchful eyes,
Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies.
Somewhere in these prying hearts
Conflicting histories tear us apart
And we hope we don't get what we deserve,
Hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve.

. . .


Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips
Steel leveled, chest level smear
My lips let them slip into a
Smile because now after
awhile it's all we're seen to do.
'Cause the business is as business does
Trash is trash until it's sealed from above
and left on to the corner of your mind to disappear.
Lockdown the remains.
Machine works best when the machine's not shy,
Trash is trash but trash from cash must divide.
Body bent body doubled, dismissed by time
A 5 to 9 will serve the 9 to 5.
Lockdown the remains.

. . .


words
words and expressions
all these confessions
of where we stand
how I see you
and you see me
dedications of symmetry
together we will be
forever

promises are shit
we speak the way we breathe
present air will have to do
rearrange and see it through

stupid fucking words
they tangle us in our desires
free me from this give and take
free me from this great debate

there were no truer words than when spoken
let that stand as it should
there was nothing left when broken
we grab anything when we fall

promises are shit
we speak the way we breathe
present air will have to do
rearrange and see it through

stupid fucking words
they tangle us in our desires
free me from this give and take
free me from this great debate

you will do what you do
I will do what I do
we will do what we do
rearrange and see it through

go where you think you want to go
do everything you were sent here for
fire at will if you hear that call
touch your hand to the wall at night

promises
words

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