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Bad Religion
This nOde last updated February 3rd, 2004 and is permanently morphing...
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from 1988 through 1992, Bad Religion became my prime internal linkpunk obsession.  I lost touch with the band after the _Generator_ release.  I first witnessed them in the summer of 1990, my first punk gig attendance ever.  the venue was The Country Club located in Reseda (you can spot the venue in the film _Boogie Nights_ (vhs/ntsc)atomjacked inventory cache).  Neurosis and MDC opened for them.

This band was universally reknowned as "the thesaurus band".  i'm sure it made a lot of moshing punks a bit smarter.  for what may be a wild guess, they seemed to have successfully incorporated a folky hymn feel to their melodies, probably instilled in childhood synagogue experiences.  an early track, _We're Only Gonna Die_ even has an acoustic interlude.  this is definitely poetic intellectual punk nihilism, of which i cannot relate to these days, but i do carry over the swirling scientific energy and simple elegance this band presented during their prime years,  into my current obsessions in electronic psychedelia and positive mysticism.  - @Om* 11/11/99



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Bad Religion
_Suffer_ CDatomjacked inventory cache/LPatomjacked inventory cache on Epitaph
 
Suffer Professor Greg Graffin of Cornell University

  1989

Bad Religion is:
- Dr. Greg Graffin (professor of zoology (vertebrate internal linkevolution) at Cornell University): vocals


- Jay Bentley: bass guitar
- Mr. Brett (Gurewitz, owner of Epitaph records): lead and rhythm guitar
- Greg Hetson (ex-Circle Jerks, Red Cross): lead and rhythm guitar
- Pete Finestone: drums

1: You Are (The Government)

Hey sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong. Eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along. Puritan work ethic maintains its subconscious edge As Old Glory maintains your consciousness. There's a loser in the house, and a puppet on the stool, And a crowded way of life, and a black reflecting pool, And as the people bend, the moral fabric dies, The country can't pretend to ignore its people's cries. You are the government. You are jurisprudence. You are the volition. You are juridiction. And I make a difference too.

2: 1,000 More Fools

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, internal linkPhantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth. I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes, Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the Flies. So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?  Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way. Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay. 1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day. They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way, With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day. The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep. Theinternal linkvortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep.  So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way. Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay. 1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day.

3: How Much is Enough?

Tell me can the hateful chain be broken? Production and consumption define our hollow lives. Avarice has led us 'cross the ocean, Toward a land that's better, much more bountiful and wide. When will mankind finally come to realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away. Tell me is there anything so sure? Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more! Like a dog that feeds until he suffers, The infirmity of man is brought on by his selfish cure. When will mankind finally come to realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away.

4: When?

I've seen a lot of things in five years. I struggle just to hold back the tears. But everyfuckingwhere I go, I see the pathos that I know Will spell the termination of us all. Someone's got to tell me, do you see That everything around you has a hidden tragedy? Seeds of happiness have never Found a place to grow, And our generation doesn't know. When, when will you try To change the logarithmic pace of kissing things goodbye? When, when will you know That human life is so short and death is oh so slow? I've tried to make things make sense but I can't. I'm happy just to watch them all and laugh. And if you think you've got it made, Just revel in your selfish ways, 'Cuz when the world stops turning so will you! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

5: I Give You Nothing/Tom Clement...

Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty. Think about the times and places you've never known, You're a man-swarm atom and yet you're alone, So I give you me, I give you nothing! I give you me, I give you nothing! So you got a place that you can call all your own, But you make a habit of carrying the stone. Look around and ask someone if you are alive, You're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive, So I give you me, I give you nothing! I give you me, I give you nothing! Respectable, despicable, it seems all the same. Now we realize that we have nothing to say. If your reserve is weak, audacity complete. Ask yourself again, "Do I deserve much from them?" No! Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty. Look around and ask someone if you are alive, You're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive, So I give you me, I give you nothing! I said I give you me, I
give you nothing!

6: internal linkLand of Competition

See there's a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home. Next there's a boy who seems so lost in his joy, he's all alone. The camera's on them, they're in the land of competition. Southern California air feeds them. And they know they are best 'cuz of the way they are dressed, But you can bet you are not welcome in their home. See there's a girl who sits and watches the world from her blue screen. Also a boy who truly wants to destroy his hometown scene. They both want to
travel to the land of competition. Southern California will destroy them, And they won't be the best, they'll be the poseurs who dress Like the plastic idiots who they copy. Tell me what do you need to make you happy? Indeed, is it out of your reach? Beware of number one, see all the damage it has done, there are so few of them. You won't find to many in the land of competition. Southern California doesn't breed them. If you just want the best turn to yourself for the rest And forget about the ones who "have it all." Be careful of the ones who "have it all." Be careful of the ones who "have it all." Forget about the ones who "have it all."

7: Forbidden Beat

There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones. He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones. It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat, Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat. Thinking today of what I want to say, thinking of inhibition and vice. What they call straight I do relegate as I cautiously saltate along. It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat, Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat. It thunders away at first internal linklight of each day and the simpleton lifestyle internal linkevolves But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day upon us results. It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat, Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat. Forbidden Beat (x6)

internal link8: Best For You

Above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth. We're somewhere in the middle, and we're all discontent too. Is someone watching over you? Inside they know what's best for you. Judgment's not tomorrow, it's today (yes now it's here). But no it isn't Jesus, take a look at all your peers. They're all looking down on you. Inside they know what's best for you... Everybody knows what's best for you (x8)

9: Suffer

Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? The lunatic, the hypocrite, are all lost in the fray. Can't you see their lives are just like yours? An unturned stone, an undiscovered Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you. The masses of humanity have always had to suffer. The businessman whose master plan controls the world each day Is blind to indications of his species' slow decay. Can't you see his life is just like yours? An unturned stone, an undiscovered Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you. The masses of humanity have always had to suffer. People blow their minds (they choose to resign) This deformed society is part of the design. It'll never go away (it's in the cards that way). The masses of humanity have always, always had to suffer! A door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you. The masses of humanity, still clinging to their dignity, The masses of humanity will always have to suffer. Always have to suffer.

10: Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder (x2) Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains, Resolving itself into works. internal linkChaoshail Eris!is the score upon which internal linkreality is written, The internal linktimeless, swirling gyroscopic horde. Delirium Delirium of disorder Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea Without direction or a reason to exist. The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain Is persuading me, contritely, to persist. Delirium of disorder (x8)


11: Part II (The Numbers Game)

(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) It's superficial progress, they call it liberation. With opiates of internal linksilicon, Big Brother schemes to rule the nation. We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest; With mighty high technology, we're never second best. Our specialty is infiltration! Prepare yourself for subjugation, Victory through domination. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) The trepidatious throngs all fears the big eye in the sky. The government observes them with their own internal linkelectric eye. We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest; With mighty high technology, we're never second best. Our specialty is infiltration! Prepare yourself for subjugation. Automatons, illiterates, and indigents of every shape and size Don't stop but aid this cruel crusade, participate in their own demise. We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest; With mighty high technology, we're never second best. Our specialty is infiltration! So pack your bags you third-world nation, Victory through domination.

12: What Can You Do?

So you waste another day getting older and gray in the head, And you're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead. There are other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind, And although the world rotates itself the only thing you internal linktwist is your mind. You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts, And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it. You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool, But oh, what can you do? "Yeah you waste your time with losers if you get stuck in a rock-n-roll band." Do you find it more rewarding to compete with morons throughout this land? They seem to be in power so I'll kick back and get farther behind. And I watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their "minds." You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts, And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it. You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool, But oh, what can you do? Yeah you waste another day getting older and gray in the head, And we're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times we have ahead. The morons are in power so we kick back and get farther behind, And we watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their "minds." You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts, And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it. We mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool, But oh, what can you do? I said, oh, what can you do? (internal linkGo!)

13: Do What You Want

Hey do what you want, but don't do it around me. Idleness and dissipation breed apathy. I sit on my ass all goddamn day, A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can, Break all the fucking rules and Go to Hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! Hey I don't know if the billions will survive, But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5. My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core. I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door. So do what
you must, do all you can, Break all the fucking rules and Go to Hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey!

14: Part IV (The Index Fossil)

We're widespread and well fed, The earth's rotating fate is in our head, oh yeah. We're dominant and prominent, And our deity's omnipotent, oh yeah. And internal linkimmortality's in our mastermind, And we destroy everything we can find. And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning, We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris. We're listless, promiscuous, And life to us is either hit or miss, oh yeah. We're savoir faire and debonaire And things we do are done with pride and care, oh yeah. And immortality's in our mastermind, And we destroy everything that we find. And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning, We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris. See, immortality's in our mastermind, And we destroy everything that we find. And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning, We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris. In our own debris.

15: Pessimistic Lines

So here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end And we're the only ones who can internal linkperceive it. But others sing of beauty and the story that's unfolded As one that deserves praise and ritual. My pessimistic lines, Your superstitious lives, And the modern age's lies won't absolve you. And the professorial internal linktruth, And the dear clairvoyant internal linkyouth, And of course the nightly news will deceive you. (Watch out!) My pessimistic lines, Your superstitious lives, And the modern age's lies won't absolve you. And the professorial truth, And the dear clairvoyant youth, And of course the nightly news will deceive you. (Let's go!)



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Bad Religion
_No Control_ 12"atomjacked inventory cache
 
No Control

1989

Bad Religion is:
- Greg Graffin: vocals and harmonies
- Jay Bentley: bass guitar
- Mr. Brett: lead and rhythm guitar
- Greg Hetson: lead and rhythm guitar
- Pete Finestone: drums
 
 


1: Change of Ideas

Well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away, And the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, And the times we see ahead, we must glaze with rozy hues, For we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose. Millenia in coming, the modern age is here. It sanctifies the future, yet renders us with fear. So many theories, so many prophecies, What we do need is a change of ideas. When we are scared we can hide in our reveries but What we need is a change of ideas. Change of ideas, change of ideas, What we need now is a change of ideas.

2: Big Bang

This isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend. Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend. I've got this feeling and I don't know what it is. This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah.  Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch. Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day. Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show. What comes around always goes around, yeah. A million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls, All waiting for a moment in life when they can heed the clarion call. And it's all so oppressive my mind feels like a sieve. This city's overcrowded, man, and I need room to live. Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch. Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day. Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show. What comes around always goes around, yeah. I think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone, All suffering in the notion of better things to come. If you share these beliefs you know I wish you well, 'cause there's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell, yeah. Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch. Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day. Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show. What goes around always comes around.

3: No Control

Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole. Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control. Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness. There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end. When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. internal linkTime is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away. History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness. There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end. When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day, But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away. And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear... We have no control. We have no control. We have no control, we do not understand. You have no control, you are not in command. You have no control. We have no control. No control. No control. You have no control.
Note: The "There's no vestige..." line is from Hutton, 1795. So there.

4: Sometimes It Feels Like... *?!%+!*

There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze. The poverty of hisinternal linklanguage  and the wealth of his emotion Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life. Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like #&%#"@$#!"&*""%%75838769%("%56("5965&65"$"%423!(060_*"7534# There's a panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage, And an underdeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage. And don't think you're exempt if you earn good weekly wages, 'Cause you're neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious. I know there's so much you want to say But your internal linktongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like )"^*()"&$%#68%3*(48"&% I know there's so much you want to say And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way. It's the same for everybody to degrees. We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like %&$#*%(&")""$%@*%)*&"%(65("$8%$#&3("5(&%)9%9"$868

5: Automatic Man

He's the latest superhero with powers so profound. He can leap a dotted line in just a single bound. I know you must have seen him in books and magazines. He's the quintessential mindless modern epicine. His life is meaningful because he gets things done. Bang bang he's dead, chalk up another triumph for our hero, The Automatic Man. It's true you must have met him, he's your best friend and your foe. His opinions are determined by the status quo. A true creature of habit, he smokes three packs a day. When he has an original thought, he forgets it right away. He's a paradigm of carefree living. He's our mentor, disturb him if you can. He's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking. He's our savior, he is the common man. So if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind, Then take a careful look around and brother you will find... The Automatic Man.

6: I Want To Conquer The World

Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand, Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying. Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion, Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation. Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure, Can you improve this place with the data that you gather? Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever? Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure? And I want to conquer the world, Give all the idiots a brand new religion, Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil, Promote equality in all my decisions With a quick wink of the eye And a "god you must be internal linkjoking!" Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations, Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station? Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation, And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations. And I want to conquer the world, Give all the idiots a brand new religion, Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil, Promote equality in all of my decisions I want to conquer the world, Expose the culprits and feed them to the children, I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the internal linkwhales, We'll have peace on earth and global communion. I want to conquer the world! (x4)

7: Sanity

There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken. The face is blank but the gears are turning. Confusion is a fundamental state of mind. It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out. I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt And sanity is a full-time job In a world that is always changing, And sanity is a state of mind That you believe in, sanity. There's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling. My body's moving forward but my mind is reeling. Depression is a fundamental state of mind. It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out. I always end up living in this world of doubt And sanity is a full-time job In a world that is always changing, And sanity will make you strong If you believe in sanity. And sanity is a full-time job In a world that is always changing, And sanity is a state of mind That you believe in, sanity.

8: Henchman

Stranded In a life in which your struggle for acceptance Is a never-ending chore, Upbraided For your actions past and present and rewarded for the ideas Of the future's bright open door. The henchman Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward. So what good advice have I got for you To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate? Don't be a henchman, Stand on your laurels, Do what no one else does and praise the good of other men For good man's sake. And when everyone else in the world follows your lead (Although a cold day in hell it will surely be) That's when the entire world shall live in harmony.

9: It Must Look Pretty Appealing

The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine, As is dinner with your loved ones every day. But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life, internal linkGreen   pastures, open spaces, holy ways. And it must looks pretty appealing, The acres of lights,  crowded festive nights And the millions of others just like you. Yeah it must look pretty appealing, This other world of sin. We keep internal linkdreaming of what other people do. The person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged On the bus ride home from work to end your day. And the food on your table is more plastic than protein, And your intellect depends on your TV. And it must look pretty appealing The pastoral retreat, the folks on old Main Street, And the few pleasant people just like you. Yeah it must look pretty appealing, The simple way of life. We keep dreaming of what other people do. But we never do what other people do.  You're too scared of other people not like you.

10: You

There's a place where everyone can be happy. It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world. It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains, And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls, And you know I wish that I could go there. It's a road that I have not found. And I wish you the best of luck, dear. Drop a card or letter to my side of town. Because there's no internal linktime for fussing and fighting my friend, But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and You... painted my entire world. But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. And I won't forget it. There's a place where everyone can be right, Even though you remain determined to be opposed. Admittance requires no qualifications: It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes. So please try not to be impatient, For we all hate standing in line. And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought, And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time. Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and You... painted my entire world. But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. And I won't forget it.

11: Progress

And progress is not intelligently planned; It's the facade of our heritage, the odor of our land. They speak of Progress, in red, white and blue. It's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through. It's Progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain, As the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame. So before you go contribute more To the destruction of this world you adore, Remember life on Earth is but a flash of dawn We're all part of it as the day rolls on. And progress is a message that we send. One step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end. I say That progress is a synonym of time. We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine, And progress is a debt we all must pay. Its convenience we all cherish, its pollution we disdain And the cutting edge is dulling, Too many folks to plow through. Just keep your fucking distance And it can't include you. It's Progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain, it's Progress, it's a message that we send. And progress is a debt we all must pay.

12: I Want Something More

Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision. But I want something more. Racing through a life of tragic wastage, I experience the loss of trust and innocence. The billowing cyclone of internal linktime has blown away our reasons As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision. But I want something... More.

13: Anxiety

It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day, It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay, It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment, It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion: Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain. Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man. internal linkFoundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can. The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned. The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan. So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep; Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception. Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain. Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man. Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can. What are we angry for? We all need a common cure. That common goal for which you strive: To have more than the other (have more than the other) guy. The quest for internal linktruth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same The common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same. The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same. The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain. Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man. Foundation of society, anxiety.

14: Billy

I can recall the warm internal linkyouth of a summer day, yeah: The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade, And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind. It moved him secretly. It moved him powerfully. But prescience was lacking and the present was not all And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted. And challenging life with the abandon of a fool, He squandered the hours of his day. Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah. It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within. He couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him Just like a fatal tide toward the other side. And Billy was a lunatic, just barking at the internal linkmoon, And his brain was totally wasted. He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon And he threw his future away. Bolt the door and throw away the key. Your dim reflection is all that you can see. So where is the justice when no one is at fault And a human life is tragically wasted? How fragile is the flame that burns within us all To internal linklight  each passing day?

15: The World Won't Stop Without You

You've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave. Enormous things to do, others' practices to eschew, To be better than you is impossible to do, But the world won't stop without you. No, the world won't stop without you. Your achievements are unsurpassed, you are highly-ordered mass, But you can bet your ass your free energy will dissipate. Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are, An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds. The world won't stop without you. The world won't stop without you. You're only as elegant as your actions let you be A piece of internal linkchaoshail Eris!related phylogenetically To every living organ system, we're siblings, don't you see? The earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly. Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are, An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds. The world won't stop without you. No, the world won't stop without you. I said the world won't stop without you.



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Bad Religion
_Against The Grain_ CDatomjacked inventory cache on Epitaph
 
Against The Grain

1990
 

Bad Religion is:
- Greg Graffin: vocals and harmonies
- Jay Bentley: bass guitar
- Mr. Brett: lead and rhythm guitar
- Greg Hetson: lead and rhythm guitar
- Pete Finestone: drums
 


 

1: Modern Man

I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, All of my neurons are functioning smoothly, Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: Will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, Modern man, internal linkevolutionary betrayer, Modern man, ecosystem destroyer, Modern man, destroy yourself in shame, Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, When I look back and think, when I ponder and ask myself "Why?", I see my ancestor spend with careless abandon, Assuming eternal supply, Modern man, evolutionary betrayer, Modern man, ecosystem destroyer, Modern man, destroy yourself in shame, Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, Just a sample of carbon-based wastage, Just a fucking tragic epic of you and I

2: Turn On the Light

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, (yeah) A beacon in the night, I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, (yeah) I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses And equip it with a million tiny internal linksuns, I'll install upon the room 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, (yeah) 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, internal linkecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight

3: Get Off

Lacivious, It's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like diogenes, Dangerous, The adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies, Yes I see your internal linkgreen-screen mentality, And I can feel the sting of its consequence, And I know I shouldn't, but it's too much to ignore And emotion I deplore, Every time I look at you, I just want to do it, I can clench my fist right through it, but I just want to get off, Rectilinear, This direction we've been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine, Angular, The momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder, One more turn toward the east, I realize your green-screen mentality, And I know it's shared by many more, I know it's impossible but I'm damned to find a way To revolve the other way, Every time I scrutinize I just say "screw it," We're on a ride down a blind conduit, and I just want to get off Ah-ah-ah-ah (x3) off

4: Blenderhead

Flying through a dark prismaticinternal linktunnel 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 turn your blender... head (yeah) Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well, Each internal linkshining 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 blender... head (yeah)

5: Postive Aspects of Negative Thinking

Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, We have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast, Grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, Frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous our threat, Excursive expeditons 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 All the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind, From the plastic protests and the hands of internal linktime And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind

6: Anesthesia

Everybody's 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 complicity now, Anna.........., 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 too late and caused a chain reaction, I've been hanging out here 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 complicity now, Anna.........., 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, All good children go to heaven!

7: Flat Earth Society

Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... The internal linkfull moon is rising over dark internal linkwater 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 sent far away with grave determination... And no destination, Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water And the whistling of wind on a calm summer night But you better believe that down in their quarters The men are holding on for their dear lives, The Flat Earth Society is somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses And the bright ship Humana is 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... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... Lie lie lie... (x internal linkinfinity)

8: Faith Alone

Heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame, No one could tell me what to do, They had not the capacity to answer me, What the world needs now is some answers to our problems, We can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, If your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity, But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, Watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "Progress will resolve it all," Saw the manufacturers of earth's debris ignore another internal linkgreen peace call, No one could tell me what to do, They had not the ability to answer me, What the world needs now is some accountability, We can't buy more time because time won't accept our money, If your soul needs love you can always have my pity, But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more... What the world needs now is some answers to our problems, We can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, What the world needs now is some accountability, If your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity, But faith alone won't sustain us anymore, Faith alone won't sustain us anymore (round, x infinity)

9: Entropy

Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, Ordered states of nature on a scale which 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 matter of course, Entropy, energy at all levels, Entropy, from it you cannot divorce And your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance, Extinction, degradation: the natural outcome of our ordered lives, Power, motivation: temporary fixtures for which we strive, Something in our synapses assures us we're ok But in our disequilibrium we simply cannot stay, It's entropy, it's not a human issue, Entropy, it's matter of course, Entropy, energy at all levels, Entropy, from it you cannot divorce, A stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I, My affectatious nature I cannot rectify, But we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, A pang of consciousness at death and then you will agree It's entropy... Entropy, it's matter of course, Entropy, energy at all levels, Entropy, from it you cannot divorce, Entropy... (x4)

10: Against The Grain

Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the internal linkflow, 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 a lunatic, sequestered and content, There ignored and defeated by the government, There's an oriented public whose magnetic internal linkforce will 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 small increments of internal linktime 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 of purpose will destroy us rapidly, Against the grain, that's where I'll stay, Swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain, Against the grain, against the grain, Against the grain

11: Operation Rescue

It is 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 a 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 (x3) Ya-ya-ya-ya Life ever-after is what they're in business for, See them brandish the key to their kingdom's door, It's persuasive, it's a part of you and me But it's 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, Operation, Operation Rescue, You may wonder where they come from, But I just wonder what compels them all, Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (x3)

12: God Song

And did those feet in ancient times Trod on America's pastures of internal linkgreen? And did that anthropocentric god Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, he's up there with the others laying low, Vying with those, who you've traded your life to to bless your soul, Have they told you how to think, Cleansed your mied of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny, And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see, "Religion is just synthetic frippery, Unnecessary in our expanding global cultural efficiency" Now we all fear this impasse we have built to our future (ever so near), Ever so near, and oh so austere

13: _21st Century internal linkDigital Boy_

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 bar code, quick ID, oh yeah, 'Cause 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? I can't explain it, the things they're saying to me, It's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah, 'Cause 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, Ain't life a mystery? I tried 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 have 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, That's what I yearn for (21st Century digital boy), Neurosurgeons scream for more (21st Century digital boy), Innocence raped with napalm fire (21st Century digital boy), Anything I want I really need (21st Century digital boy), 21st Century schitzoid boy (21st Century digital boy), 21st Century video boy (21st Century digital boy), 21st Century digital boy (21st Century digital boy), 21st Century sofa boy (21st Century digital boy)... Note: The first four lines in the last stanza are "stolen from King Crimson"

14: Misery and Famine (2:31)

So proud a history, replete with sanctity, internal linkOrbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me, Have you ever heard yourself, the orbit you are in? The terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin, It's misery and famine, it's a internal linkforce we cannot see, Misery and famine, it compels us naturally, Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, Others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game, My verse they will defame, we suffer all the same, They pay no regard to their position or their speed, But the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed, It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see, Misery and famine, it compels us naturally, Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, "You look for meaning in things no one  comprehends, You feel no affinity to the rabble we're in," Sources of inquiry have nothing to portend, They will perplex us all until the coming end, A feeling of despair, hungry and full of care, We resent everywhere the fortune that we share, "This world could be a better place" is a concept I condone, Given our pathetic course our destiny is known, It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see, Misery and famine, it compels us naturally, Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, Misery and famine (x4)

15: Unacceptable

Irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, What the hell's 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 USA, Inexcusable are the men before our time, I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind, Cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting arsenals, we're all gonna 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, One part per billion... unac(fucking)ceptable (x internal linkinfinity)

16: Quality or Quantity

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 littleinternal linktime, But who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? Padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place, "Cereal and internal linkwater" is a feast for some you say, Your price-tag on existence can't cover your double face, Quality or quantity (x3) a choice you have to make, Dipping in the icing, bringing home the largest turkey from the field, Breaking all the piggy banks, scooping up 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 (x3) don't tell me they're the same, Quality or quantity (x3) a choice you have to make

17: Walk Away

Shut off the TV and peel off those sunday gloves, And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting, Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today, After 40 years of toil he just up and walked away, Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes, He shrugged when I asked him about it, He said, "Young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say, Now there comes a time for a man to walk away," Walk away (walk away) I'll be a parade, And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade On my way (dissuade) I'll sure take some time, To burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind, He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold, I'm not sure but I think he was trying, He told me about the weather and something old to pay, "But tomorrow," he said, "I'm gonna surely walk away," Walk away (walk away) I'll be a parade, And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade On my way (dissuade) I'll take my sweet time, And burn all the bridges that I leave behind, Walk away (walk away) I'll be a parade, And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade



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