Cover di End Hits

End Hits
Album - 14 aprile 1998 - Debaser id 12081

di Fugazi

all origins are accidental
you've got no papers & no
roads lead home anymore
chance is the root of all
place position all maps are
random all scales are wrong
legal - illegal -
no passion for the difference
legal - illegal -
false premise forge the nation

may all your borders be porous
free transmission
smear genetics c est la vie

yawn yawn yawn
I can't stifle my boredom
so why not act your age
fear of contagion

the violence of a
fence builder's dream that
makes the phrasing of
"all the pleasures of home"
legal illegal -
I want to go home
Il tuo voto:
moves so slowly
grows so smoothly
takes so neatly
it's as if they
belong and they've
been here all along

grows so smoothly
moves so slowly
takes completely
it's as if they
belong and they've
been here all along

this one's ours
lets take another

check the math here
check in ten years
clusterfuck theory
buy them up and
shut them down
then repeat
in every town

every town will
be the same

this one's ours
let's take another

five corporations
there is a pattern
Il tuo voto:
Lights out for the cynical sharps
For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props
Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks
Who grease like cops throwing round their weight
And I feel dangerous and vexed
Swinging two ton second guess
And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel
And the implication is that you're implicated
Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name
Lights out cos I can see in the dark
Sidewind my way to the mark of fuse lines
Gas-wet for a spark
I crash I burn I've fully lost it anyway
And you're nowhere
Lights out loser
Il tuo voto:
your etiquette
your rules of interaction
what are you waiting for?

nobody's home
we're all out trying to find one
what are we waiting for?

the recipe a clear connection
the time the time the time
the time the direction
we just want we don't know

this one wants the art
this one wants the politic
everybody wants their
own damn station
if we're so fine
maybe you can tell me why
no one counts until they're dead
i asked you, i asked you
a question, i just want
i don't know

the imperfections are here to find
if your position is so unkind
everything is not alright
and since we live in present tense
the only hope of making sense
all depends on the source of light

everything is closed captioned
so come on
Il tuo voto:
this is an instrumental.
Il tuo voto:
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