Misfits

by Phileas

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released November 1, 2006

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Track Name: The Madness
The madness
As soldiers go off to the fighting
And mothers wait for their sons
What about us who are left behind?
Too impatient to wait
Too weak to shed blood
Hurra for the hearts that we’re breaking
Let’s drink to the fact that we drink
The best part of me is polluting the sea
Let the madness go on forever
The world’s full of money and profit
Opportunities to exploit
What about us who sit on our butt?
Not heartless enough
Or greedy enough
Hurra for the hearts that we’re breaking...
I could have been a VIP
With girls on my arm
And shows on TV
I made my mistakes at the starting gate
Chose the path that led downwards
Hurra for the hearts that we’re breaking...
You’re with us or you’re against us
As the popular saying goes
But what about us who can’t choose a side?
We just see ourselves in the enemy’s eyes
Hurra for the hearts that we’re breaking...
Let the madness go on forever
May the fun never stop
Someday we’ll look for solutions
In the meantime let’s drink till we drop
Hurra for the hearts that we’re breaking...
Track Name: Reputation
Reputation
Why can’t it just be a question of fun?
We’ve always got to show
We can get the job done
Reputation
I’d give it all up at the drop of a hat
Give the beach front house and the Ferrari back
Reputation
So busy producing
We’re forgetting to live
So busy consuming
And all that goes with it
Just live
Forget what the neighbours think
And live
Just live
What’s the alternative?
Just live
So you’ve got something to talk about
And something to be
Instead of just a slave to
Reputation
It’s all partners and ownership
Why don’t we fuck each other
And have done with it?
Reputation
So busy producing
We’re forgetting to live....
Track Name: Shut Your Mouth
Shut your mouth
Thank you for the good advice
Thank you for my head in a vice
I’m getting sick of the way you talk
And the way you’re always right
I’ve got no logical answer
But I’m still gonna put up a fight
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
It’s really nothing personal
Shut up, shut up
But I just don’t like you
Shut your mouth
Before you catch a fly in it
Shut your mouth
Don’t drink that acid rain
Shut your mouth
I could park my car in it
Roll up your tongue and zip your lip
That’s enough for today
Thank you for your 2 cents’ worth
It really was 2 cents worth
I’m getting sick of the way you talk
The way you don’t understand a thing
I talk and talk till I’m blue in the face
And still you ask me what I mean
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
It’s really nothing personal
Shut up, shut up
But I just don’t like you
Shut your mouth
Before you catch a fly in it....
You and me
We gotta find a better melody
For you only listen to you
While I only listen to me
Thank you for being here
What would I do without you?
Let’s go and pick some flowers
And smoke the pipe of peace
And maybe find some others
And get on their case
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
It’s really nothing personal
Shut up, shut up
But we just don’t like you
Track Name: Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon
You’ve got big plans
Good luck with that
A man can spend his whole life
Picking fluff out of his navel
Me, I’ve held this fence post up
For five and twenty years
We can’t all be superstars
Some of us have a job to do
You’re always searching
Good luck with that
A man must take contentment
Where he finds it
Me, I’ve got the four winds
To whisper in my ear
There’s a world out there
And I’ve already seen it
So do yourself a favour
Hop on a bus to the city
And leave us in our
Boredom and misery
She might cry when you’re gone
But not for long
Not for long
‘Cause nothing ever happens
And nothing ever will
This town’s one long Sunday afternoon
You had your fun
And now it’s gone
A man must recognise the time
To pack up and move on
Life goes on regardless
You can’t compete with that
Better the rut you know
Than the travelling show
Track Name: Little Bee
Little Bee
Dancing to your own personal mambo
On six strings of mystery
And a voice to match
I half expected a big splash
Of colour
But no
The wind has no colour
Little bee
You’ve been busy
With your personal industry
Don’t ever think it isn’t worthwhile
It’s always worthwhile
Little bee
You’ve been busy
With your personal industry
Don’t ever think it isn’t worthwhile
It’s always worthwhile
Singing your own personal daydream
On six strings of finest gold
And the purest soul
I half expected some kind of eruption
But no
Love has no violence
Little bee
You’ve been busy
With your personal industry
Don’t ever think it isn’t worthwhile
It’s always worthwhile
Little bee
You’ve been busy
With your personal industry
Don’t ever think it isn’t worthwhile
It’s always worthwhile
Track Name: Whispering Bob
Whispering Bob
Bob teaches kids
To play the guitar
He could have been a contender
But back when his friends
Were making it big
Bob had other plans
He’s the nicest guy
In the world
And when he drinks
He’s even nicer
In that kind
Of heartfelt way
That makes you want to run
Whispering Bob
Track Name: Daddy
Daddy
Daddy’s got his eye on the waitress
That much is plain to see
I wish he’d do something about it
Instead of trying to hide
What the world can see
There’s no fool like an old fool
But an old fool’s better than none
Let the show go on
Let the monsters’ ball continue
Daddy’s full of nasty surprises
The making up was worse than the split
One more year of that godawful music
And it’s me they’ll be certifying insane
Such an old fool
But an old fool’s better than none
Let the show go on
Let this honky-tonk shit continue
When you can’t play
Can’t sing
You’re such an amateur at everything
There’s nothing for it but to strike it rich
Be half a nobody in style
With your denial
Daddy’s still making his music
And throwing it into the hole
For spiders and birds
And a handful of nerds
He’s the might-have-been that never was
There’s no fool like an old fool
But an old fool’s better than none
Let the show go on
The old man’s got his uses
Track Name: Cappuccino
Cappuccino
Hey look!
There’s David Lynch
Over in the corner
Drinking chocolate shake
And waiting for the sugar rush
That opens up the goldmine
To hungry marketeers
There’s billions of dollars in chocolate shake
When you’ve got Hollywood
Cappuccino
Sprinkled with that chocolate stuff
It’s thick and creamy
But it’s never enough
To drown out the smell of staleness
As yesterday’s haut cuisine
Turns into a replica of itself
And look!
There’s Donald Trump
In his helicopter
On his way between hirings and firings
A VIP
You wouldn’t mind that action
If it didn’t cost anything
But it costs
And you’re lost
A million miles from Hollywood
Hey look!
There’s Greta Garbo
She don’t want anything
Except to be left alone
She’s seen the face of the gorgon
And lived to tell the tale
That no one wants to hear
There’s billions of dollars in human pain
And all it takes is Hollywood
Track Name: Misfit
Misfit
I plant my foot
In my mouth
Sociophobia
So I stop the words before they get out
Sociophobia
I’ve got nothing to tell
But my life is hell
And yes, I’m single again
I’d talk about you
Find out what you do
But I wouldn’t know where to begin
The fork in my hand is the wrong one
Sociophobia
But it’s too late to change
Without drawing looks
Sociophobia
I can’t see why
They invited me
And yes, I’m single again
I feel like I’ve got nothing to lose
But everything to defend
Misfit
Hoping just for once
Things would go your way
Misfit
Not heeding the rules
Or wanting to play
But desperate anyway
I want some recognition
I’ve lost the art of small talk
Sociophobia
And here it’s wall to wall talk
Sociophobia
I’ve nothing to tell
But my life is hell
And yes, I’m single again
I’m vulnerable to benevolence
But I can’t be anyone’s friend
Track Name: Alec
Alec
Life is beautiful
We’ll be dead a long time
I don’t wanna start a revolution
Just get through with a little style
I don’t fight the forces of nature
And I don’t fight with my wife
I just find the short cuts
That make existence worthwhile
Life’s a bitch
I’m more dead than alive
Come the revolution
I’ll set up my demons in one long line
And push them down like dominoes
And stand up to my wife
No more sneaky short cuts
No more pathetic lies
Such an admirable man
Such activity with no discernible plan
A battle of extremes
In a warm summer breeze
Alec
I’ve sen the best of both worlds
Been up and I’ve been down
From the depths of insanity
To the dizzy heights of ivory towers
Is one stone to another
With worlds in between
Life’s too short to throw away
On might have beens
Track Name: Hard to Be Me
It’s hard to be me
It’s hard
It’s hard to be me
Yeah, it’s hard
Hard to be me
It’s hard to make an honest dollar
When you’ve gotta make ends meet
It’s hard not to cut a corner
When it’s winning that matters, you cheat
It’s hard to play second fiddle
When you’re born to be king
And lord knows it’s hard to be little
In the grand scheme of things
Yeah it’s hard, hard, hard
Yeah it’s hard to be me
When everyone’s getting promoted
You’re still sitting it out
All of your former ambitions
Seem irrelevant now
You might just turn to religion
If you didn’t think God was a fool
You might just chew on your pistol
Leave your brains on the wall
Yeah it’s hard, hard, hard
Yeah it’s hard to be me