Cover di Against the Grain

Against the Grain
Album - 23 novembre 1990 - Debaser id 18817

di Bad Religion

I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
And when it flickered out we laid him down to die

Turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with a million tiny suns
I'll install upon the roof of my compartment
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

Then I'll turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle
(Burn) Like a chasm in the night
(Burn) For a miniscule duration
Ecstatic immolation
Incorrigible delight
Il tuo voto:
flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,
the earth is turning and you know it very well,
your mind is reeling like ten helicopters
wheeling and you're gonna hit the ceiling
like a mallet on a bell,

hey, blenderhead,
they're starting to ask questions,
your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,
challenge conventions and radiate your splendor
and feel those flywheels churn on your blenderhead

tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well,
each shining trinket has a story it can tell,
your moments pining like those tales all
intertwining can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell,

hey, blenderhead,
you ask so many questions,
your confusion's a life-affirming sign,
break from tradition and carry on with valor
and feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead
Il tuo voto:
Let's gather round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We've seen it through the accolades and rested in it's lea
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary

We've nestled in it's hollow and we've suckled at it's breast
Grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept
Frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous or threat
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less

So what does it mean
When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived
And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day
Make life easier to complicate
The treasure thrown away

I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines
Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes
And the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind
From the plastic protests and the hands of time
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind
Il tuo voto:
Everybody is talking about the girl
Who went and killed the delivery man
But she looks so kind and gentle
It just doesn't stand to reason
I saw her right there just the other night
As stately as a slot machine
But when she looked my way
Something mad as hell came over me

Anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun
Here comes oblivion
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never prove cumplicity now, Anna
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
All good children go to heaven!

I remember your face that august night
When we lied about the beautiful time to come
And that crazy old man who came much to late
And spawned a chain reaction
I've been hanging out there for eleven long years
Like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone
And looking at you now
Is driving me to distraction

Anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun
Here comes oblivion
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never prove cumplicity now, Anna
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
All good children go to heaven!
Il tuo voto:
Lie, lie, lie (x6)

The full moon is rising over dark waters
And the fools below are picking up sticks
And the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting
For the doctors to come back and tend to him

The flat earth society is meeting here today
Singing happy little lies
And the bright ship humana is sailing far away
With grave determination
And no destination

Lie, lie, lie (x6)

Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water
And the whistling wind on a calm summer night
But you'd better believe that down in their quarters
The men are holding in for their dear lives

The flat earth society is somewhere far away
With their candlesticks and compasses
And the bright ship humana is well on its way
With grave determination
And no destination

The flat earth society is meeting here today
Singing happy little lies
And the bright ship humana is well on its way
With grave determination
And no destination

Lie, lie, lie...
Il tuo voto:
random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard,
ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about,
don't speak to me of anarchy or peace or calm revolt,
man, we're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann,

it's entropy, it's not a human issue,
entropy, it's a matter of course,
entropy, energy at all levels,
entropy, from it you can not divorce
and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance,

extinction, degradation;
the natural outcomes of our ordered lives,
power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive,
something in our synapses assures us we're ok
but in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay,
it's entropy......

a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I,
my affectatious nature I can not rectify,
but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally,
a pang of consciousness of death
and then you will agree
Il tuo voto:
Three thousand miles of wilderness, overcome by the flow
A lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show
I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two
I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed

Against the grain
That's where I'll stay
Swimming upstream
I maintain against the grain

Here labelled as lunatic, sequestered and content
There ignored and defeated by the government
There's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull
But away from the potential of the individual

Against the grain
That's where I'll stay
Swimming upstream
I maintain against the grain

The flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time
And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find
You need all that the other has, it's your right to seize the day
But in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away

Against the grain
That's where I'll stay
Swimming upstream
I maintain against the grain

There's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer
A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear
It sings "leave your cares behind you just grab tenaciously"
This lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly

Against the grain
That's where I'll stay
Swimming upstream
I maintain against the grain

Against the grain (3x)
Il tuo voto:
It's an S.O.S. sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress don't allow complacency
We need restoration now of our integrity
And a drastic bold reminder of our morality

The rectifying troop is here
The ones we've needed all these years
To stop the heinous wrongdoings
And verify our moral benevolence as a people

Operation! Operation Rescue
They're here to right our fall
They've heard our troubled call
Operation! Operation Rescue
You wonder where they come from
But I just wonder why they're here at all
(ya ya ya ya ya...)

Life ever-after is what they're in business for
See them brandish the key to our kingdoms door
It's pervasive, a part of, part of you and me
But not overwhelming as they wish it to be

If no one believed in fairy tales
There's nothing they could do but fail
Yet everywhere we look someone
Is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people

Operation! Operation Rescue
They're here to right our fall
They've heard someone's troubled call
Operation! Operation Rescue
You wonder where they come from
But I just wonder what compels them all

Operation! Operation Rescue (x 2)
You may wonder where they come from,
But I just wonder what compels them all
(ya ya ya ya ya...)
Il tuo voto:
I can't believe it
The way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street
Oh yeah

And I don't want it
The things you're offering me
Symbolized barcode, quick I.D.
Oh yeah

'Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual
My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery, yeah

I can't explain it
The things they're saying to me
It's going "yah yah yah yah yah yah yah"
Oh yeah

Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on Valium so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery, yeah

Tried to tell you about no control
But now I really don't know
And then you told me how bad you had to suffer
Is that really all you had to offer

See I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual
My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual

(Cat's foot iron claw)
(Neuro-surgeons scream for more)
(Innocents raped with napalm fire)
(Everything I want I really need)
Il tuo voto:
Irreducible is the word for today
Plastic compounds and nuclear waste
What the hell is the matter with the people on this planet?
Have we all gone insane?
The stigma of industrial progress
Killing us over and over again

It's one part per trillion, unacceptable
One part per billion, unacceptable
One part per million, unacceptable
This mammoth pogrom set upon us courtesy of the U.S.A.

Inexcusable are the men before our time
I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind

Cancer-causing chemicals
Ozone-depleting aerosols
We're all going to fry
So put your head between your legs
And kiss your ass goodbye

One part per trillion, unacceptable
One part per billion, unacceptable
One part per million, unacceptable

Unacceptable...
Il tuo voto:
Offer me eternity
And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime
Looking for a handout
On behalf of those who have so little time

But who wants to live on just 70 cents a day?
Padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place
"Cereal and water" is a feast for some you say
Your price tag on existence can't cover your double face

Quality or quantity (3x)
A choice you have to make

Dipping in the icing
Bringing home the largest turkey from the field
Breaking all the piggy banks, scooping all the booty
Licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll

Why reduce life to a dollar amount per day?
And why let the world think this is the american way
Your uneaten greens are a feast for some you say
Survival and living are concepts you can't equate

Quality or quantity (3x)
Don't tell me they're the same
Quality or quantity (3x)
A choice you have to make
Il tuo voto:
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