Pink Frosty

Name penyanyi : Fugazi
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animosities and apologies back and forth we struggle, falter, refrain with glue and string and deciphering we try, try, try to stay together despite the pain it's no our first time through nor our waterloo back and forth from situation we move to episode but if we can find some piece of mind intertwined the delivery is worth the load

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Bed For The Scraping

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Sieve-fisted Find

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Stacks

Fugazi none none none this time is...

Latin Roots

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Bulldog Front

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Facet Squared

Fugazi none none none Pride no longer...

Song #1

Fugazi none none none Song number one...

Returning The Screw

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Downed City

i want to go i want to get out all guns are loaded and have gone off now i'm channeling 17 dead revolutions that have long gave up the ghost one drink of water and i'm drowning the space between the dime and the dollar the space between the city and the suburb some kid took another kid pumped him full of holes just to see a new horizon one drink of water and i'm drowning in it not alright downed city downed city two and two sawed in two

Suggestion

Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion?
Is my body the only trait in the eye's 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 your 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 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

Bed For The Scraping

i'm sick with this i'm sick with this situation avoided or just missed? my own sweet time says it's ten twenty four hardly recognise simple things anymore i don't want to be defeated this is the point this is the manifest bed for the scraping dirty little secret reason for the gathering consequence what else is there to do but go outside and look around look around

Sieve-fisted Find

Here comes another problem
All wrapped up in solution
It's ugly as it's strapped on
And twice as hard to get behind
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again Please, please let me get my hands on it
Here comes that self-same problem all stalled on same self again
It's as ugly as the last one
And twice as far from
Unwound by this charged head
Standing on this thin base of neck
And now I'm pushing past the red
I said i'm pushing past the red
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again

Stacks

this time is real, i feel it passing through the telephone, no one is home now, no one is home. these stacks, they keep me down, so i build some more. america is just a word but i use it. language keeps me locked and repeating. this time is real, i see it passing by the avenue, nothing to do now, there's nothing to do. i see them spinning on, so i spin out. america is just a word but i use it. language keeps me locked and repeating.

Latin Roots

lying on our backs, this is your parents' bed, a good place to be laid 'cos it's so neatly made. staring at the ceiling, vein to vein the lines look the same as the ones that you're seeing, and then you start speaking: tracing your father's footsteps in your mother's shoes, going up and over and across your latin roots. point points back to its origin, across the world cogs are clogged with the sand, here the air breathes freely and our tongues work loosely, border approaches border, you're using your hands and smearing your r's. i'm looking over my shoulder, strained resistance to scour the door for you father's footsteps or your mother's shoes, coming up and over, cut across your latin roots. it's time to meet you makers

Bulldog Front

A historical – 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
You 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

Facet Squared

Pride no longer has definition
everybody wears it, it always fits
a state invoked for lack of position
strength is the bait that keeps us busy
if it's perforated, then tear it to bits
all sense was lost in the frenzy

they should never…
touch the ground

irony is the refuge of the educated
always complaining but they never quit
cool's eternal, but it's always dated

they should never…
touch the ground

it's not worth, it's the investment
that keeps us tied up in all these strings
we draw lines and stand behind them
that's why flags are such ugly things

that they should never…
touch the ground

Song #1

Song number one is not a fuck you song
I'll save that thought until later on
You want to know if there's something wrong? It's nothing
Everybody's talking about their hometown scenes And hurting people's feelings in their magazines You want to know what it all means?
It's nothing
Fighting for a haircut?
Then grow your hair
Crying for the music?
I doubt you really care
Looking for an answer?
You can find it anywhere
It's nothing
Life is what you want it to be
So don't get tangled up trying to be free
And don't worry what the other people see
It's nothing

Returning The Screw

A fine disservice
Deceptive, too
Check for the sender
Sender was you
Caught me wide open
No simple burn
This is complicated
Calls for return
Fine disservice
Intended, too
Check for the sender
Sender was you
The point has been recorded,
The malice has been revealed
When I stripped away the humor
From the arrow it concealed
Sharpened and soaked in urine,
It was meant to spread disease
But now discovered
Becomes the sweet antithesis
Returning the screw
It comes back to you

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