Against Me! - As The Eternal Cowboy lyrics
- T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)
- Cliché Guevara
- Mutiny On The Electronic Bay
- Sink, Florida, Sink
- Slurring The Rhythms
- Rice And Bread
- A Brief Yet Triumphant Intermission
- Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough For Me (To Base My Life Upon)
- You Look Like I Need A Drink
- Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists
- Cavalier Eternal
T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)
The party's over
A CD skipping
It's the same song repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...
And the walls contain a resonation, laughter and conversation
It was fun while it lasted but now we should be going
I hope everybody had a real good time
The hospitality's partaken
My head is flying, my heart's racing to keep up
And i hope i haven't overdone it no
I hope my body can take it
I hope i make the occasion
It's only this fucked up i start realizing
All this living is just dying
If these are my friends, If this is my home
If this is how i spend my nights
How i communicate and demostrate a love of life
My eyes roll into the back of my head
If these are the last words that i've ever said
No i'm not, ready to die just yet...
Cliché Guevara
One, Two, Three, Four!
And we'll keep ourselves in a place
where it's easy to hold onto.
The last threats came and went,
this is the way the wars are played.
Always heading for a front,
heading for a front,
heading we go into the obscurity
of an easy to pass on feeling,
objection is so cliché.
A new way on (x4)
So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts
into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
Well there's a lot of things that should be said, said,
so we're hammering six strings,
machine guns in audible voices,
this is the party we came for.
A new way on (x4)
We stand in amazement of motion
in a world that is constantly revolving.
With plans of invasion and arms races racing
yeah we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock!
to the new sensation
A new way on (x4)
Mutiny On The Electronic Bay
It's an into the sunrise aesthetic,
let's pretend this is an informed consent.
That class division doesn't make an infantry,
there's no incentive,
no franchise opportunities.
And the magazine spreads of fashion models
gas masks in hand,
it's ok,
it's alright,
these are situations we learn to live in.
When an invasion can bring a country its freedom,
then unconsiousness is true happiness,
no, no, no
i don't know what to say...
Sink, Florida, Sink
Not one more word tonight,
between here and there,
we'll put a distance the size of the ocean
so now this heart can beat a skipping rhythm.
As the cadence carries me i almost drift away
far enough to forget
that when it comes you cannot hesitate.
And when found
i will write an account
and seal it in an envelope
addressed to your last known residence.
and we sink,
and we drown,
and waht is lost can never be found,
well these arms did swim until the lungs pulled in,
the panic was lost in a deep understanding
that you will see
what is wrong with everything,
what is wrong with you and me,
they make all the right reasons to fuck it up,
you're gonna fuck it up.
Slurring The Rhythms
There was no cameras brought for pictures
to hold all the small details.
we left them all behind, we left them all behind.
there was a place for and there was a time for
we arrive to leave again,
there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections.
I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me
how much it meant to be hungry,
exhausted,
and alone.
direction is a point,
direction is a purpouse,
destination is a reason to live..
makes a heart beat.
Woh-oh oh oh
Woah oh oh...
this could be any day (Woh oh oh)
this could be any year. (Woh oh oh)
this could be any stage (woh oh oh)
this could be any city. (woh oh oh)
all that matters is we are moving on. (woh oh oh)
the roadside graveyards pass (woh oh oh)
and we escape, we escape, we escape, we escape repeating. (woooh!)
the construction of a nation building up (woh oh oh)
and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again. (woh oh oh)
trailing taillights like the ghosts of the last (woh oh oh)
to escape those past en route to arrival. (woooh!)
we are never going home.
Rice And Bread
Can not find everything you need in all of this?
potatoes, rice, and bread,
we'll burn it as we take it in.
You're sing your heart out,
sing it like you mean it,
you're gonna sing everything you're thinking,
and you're gonna sing it until they're listening.
cause if it really brings us all together,
Well I'd say that settles all arguments of difference,
surviving by questioning,
Well can you imagine if we all started demanding.
I can play along to every record,
front and back every song,
and every word means as much to me as every word means to you.
You can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear,
if this is worth anything,
we will sell it for humility,
it will take us farther than the posture we're fronting.
A Brief Yet Triumphant Intermission
(Instrumental)
Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough For Me (To Base My Life Upon)
Well do you want to talk about it?
Do you think you'd understand,
How things can get so fucked up
with such good, such good intentions
And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing
An ironic and literal making of a bed.
You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay.
They make bad bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh.
And for every push foward, you get the same fucking push back.
You had, you had nowhere to go
so you, so you found some place.
You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying.
What the fuck were you thinking?
I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again.
All the lines between hate, love, and revenge
It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead
Just dead feelings.
You Look Like I Need A Drink
In the closest alley
In the first doorway
He pushed up against her
and closed his eyes.
He said: This is probably the worst decision that I've ever made.
She laughed and smiled.
She said: I'm sure you do this all the time right? Right? Right?
Right?! Right?!
And the morning came
and the city woke
and the building people all went to work,
as their out of town rides came
they parted ways she said: Do you know when you're coming back
again?
Dig it deeper, deeper and farther still,
bury it up and over and into the ground,
all these lies will grow in ways
that we never thought possible.
If you quiet down, down, down
it's so soft of a sound,
you can hear it all coming back after you.
If you quiet down, down, down
it's so soft of a sound,
you can hear it all coming back after you.
Now you want to take it back
you think you might've fucked up.
Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracked skull, all around,
get up, get up, please start breathing
and the moment will come when you finally realize
the results of decisions and choices in your life,
you hear it all coming back after you.
If you quiet down, down, down
it's so soft of a sound,
you can hear it all coming back after you.
If you quiet down, down, down
it's so soft of a sound,
you can hear it all coming back after you, you you....
Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore,
wrapped in comforters,
sweating through sheets.
Drink your coffee in the morning,
flown in on airplanes across vast seas.
your houses made of wood,
central air,
central heat,
your furniture of particle board,
your doors are locked for safety.
you walkin leather shoes,
pants of denim a black cotton sweatshirt.
You do what you do because doing can start to form a habit.
You drink all night long,
sleep through the morning
if something doesn't break i'm just going to go fucking insane.
you sweep and mop the floor wehn it's dirty,
do the dishes when the sink's full
and wehn the refrigerator's empty well it's time to go to the store.
put your books on a shelf,
clothes arranged in the closet,
you hang the things on the walls
that you don't want to be so easily forgotten.
i hate these songs,
i hate the words that the singer is singing to me,
i hate this melody,
i hate this stupid fucking drum beat.
but i'm not going to tell anyone
what i'm really thinking about,
keep conversations on the surface
just keep on smiling
just keep on saying everything's going to be alright.
Cavalier Eternal
Girl, I'm sorry, but I'm leaving
We're both at fault
We're both to blame
And it wasn't the other men, cause there were other women
This just isn't love
It's just the remorse of a loss, of a feelin'
Even if I stayed, it just wouldn't be the same
Double this drink up into the, tallest glass you've got
You know that I ain't used to sleepin', all alone
Gonna make it to the moon, tonight
On a one-way kamikaze flight
If I could get so high, I'd leave behind my problems
And take them out with the empty bottles
Oh girl, sorry, but I'm leaving
We're both at fault, we're both to blame
And it wasn't the other men cause there were other women
This just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss, of a feelin'
Even if I stayed, it just wouldn't be the same
Me and this guitar are going, swinging blind into the unknown
You know a song and a stage is all I ever need of a home
Someday I, will call, from a payphone in a truckstop on the road
And you'll tell me how much better off you've been on your own