American Standardlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Another rung up is progress in motion, the people with the power of hope no notion
Of allowing this to become again, where it was when we started now in our end
We all fall to the hands of the reducers, a mouth for war as they try to succeed us
Counter parts of our own can't be trusted, Lied, cheated, and raped then lusted
We stand as woman and man With pride that is in our hands By the wayside we all lie To selfishness we die AMERICAN! Understand were in a country that is to fall, women, children, first make this our call To alleviate all of that in which we now lie, hate, deciet in a system that will never try To support one-hundred ten prestent, we vote them in, but ask if they'll commit Or do they that of a pacifier, change the truth for self gain another liar But in the end you have a choice to make, the lesser of two evils is still fake |
Pushinglyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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When they try to take whats yours, when they try to take whats mine
When they try to take your love, when push comes to shove PUSH BACK!
How attached to that in which you hold in your hand And if gone the next day where would you stand And if stolen would you fight for property lost, amd if it be pride ask this At what cost are all things of value worth the price of soul And if possession is the law then who has control Life gone all to the man made, pending question what price was paid Matters of heart are not left unseen, classified put aside, what does this mean We've based value on simple emotion, where does that find place without honest notion To provide a vent of ill-gotten feeling, that a person could be revealing The very treasure that you hold most dear, lost the calloused minds of the insincere |
Salt Circleslyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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We place ourselves down in a position we think is safe, the marks of the people
that walk on us leave a trace, of where we should act then they should react.
Brought up, and beat down, and then the luster lacks, and stacks up on the minds
of the ill-content. Not every angel sent before you is even heaven sent. We look
into the eyes of the people that follow. Time to follow the sheep the battle's
not won.
You're just a snail, but you will never see Surrounded by the circle of salt, that's your destiny You're just a snail, but now you'll never Praying to God don't let the wind blow You lay your cards down and it's a hundred and trn percent, but then the thirty- five percent of the people who haven't spent. The time to get to know you as a person, they just stand behind you backstabbing and straight up cursing. Playing you down to be something that your not. The forked tongue of the wicked rambles off piping hot killing you softly but you will feel the sting for ever. when was the last time your heart had been severed. You've fallen twenty steps back to see what's two steps ahead, and then they kick you to the side of the road left for dead because ther concern would be to not deal with ya. To the rest of the open ears you know you have to paint a picture. To open wounds and emirs them into salt, there as stupid as chicken's, but still it's not there fault. They just don't know what it means to take it face to face, be long after. Yes they leave a bad taste |
Deprivedlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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A moment of seclusion swells into a world of fear, within my own heart how could
I perservere. Through the tumoil of mis-directed friendship, to dropo dead
weight and let my hands through slip. Still what's to be said of unimaginable
depths, to bond the consequences to be kept. Is one to let them all to turn and
flee or join in distrust in ill-unity. Freedom come at the price that is to be
paid, to to distance in escapade.
Bridges built of wood wood soaked in gasoline When it's lit they burn And that divides you and me This love we have will over take us all But when they burn from ignite And downwards you will fall Every thing that I did was self inflict, to lood inward for a way to restrict. This encompassing need that overwhelms me. Is all for sake or just in vanity? Should I succumb to the force that calls out, or cut all ties and leave only doubt, or recruit myself a life long union. High maintenance for success to be done. Side by side we set forth as a pair. How could I fare? Downward you'll fall 4x's |
Birth Rightlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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The birth right of a crew out the 310. Long Beach,CA if you're from the hills
and don't know. We've spent many years and paid many dues, five record companies
later and this all rings true. Put into situations that felt kind of odd, but
you get what you wish when you want this to be your job. We put a record out
with minimal clout and then the people knew what the life was all about and as
many things go all the people they requisted to pick up every thing and move to
areas untested. One trailer, one van, in debt all the way. Playing the east
coast, bur what would happen none could say.
Coming straight our the LBC A city with a crew so large you can't see me To put this one the boods just incase you don't know To ressurect out the ashes of the 310 At the LBC Check the new Johnny Cash to hear the places that we've played, and with all the local bands there's no doubt that we would slay. Except for "Bonedance" cause we were warned to inspect ya. Then talked to right people and now you don't get a record, but anything we saw it all struck us as amazing. At breakneck speed between shows highways were blazing. When we got back the slander it all filled the dome but you get what you wish when you want this to be your home |
Touchedlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Close my eyes tight so your image won't
break through a chance that comes too soon, to a level of intimidation
I will pray for alleviation. As it
continues I can feel the hate inside, I wish that my feelings could
lie. A victim of an act of outright selfishness, now how
could this be bliss. I know that innocence is something that I once
had, my heart bleeds so bad. I only inherit the filth that he
calls a gift, I try to resist but he still persists
TOUCHED, thinking of a better place while looking into his face TOUCHED, praying to die and at the same time asking why Ashamed of myself and my esteem is now void emotions set forth and toyed. The thought of my beauty has become a fantasy, now I dismantle me. How could this person of love hope to seek joy, after all that you've done toy! The gift you had was something that respect earned. You couldn't discern now I hope you burn TOUCHED TOUCHED, by your ignorance RAPED, by your selfishness HURT, by your ignorance You know you did You lied to me You hurt me! |
Stalematelyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Perpetual motion is something you have yet to achieve. Your peers
would think they deceive. In mindset of what you could accomplish,
the luster of hope is a far wish. For what we could grab,
brought down by grace, everything now in the wrong place. Ignorance,
selfishness, jealousy but who engulfed this stupidity.
When your ears can hear and you eyes can see What you did to my joy is nothing short of rape, perpetual motion of stalemate Then I see you in your extremities What you did to my joy is nothing short of rape, perpetual motion of stalemate Perceive to yourself all must be true. Allow no one against to influence you. A shell without joy remains a shell. When will be the time when your love will prevail. Rise up and resurrect the dream, as simple as can be but still they scheme to fill your world with the discontent, time to relent wasted time spent. Now's the time to rise up (4x) Be what you want to be, break the powerless authority in my seniority, for what I say to you to thy self be true, time to break through. In this sickness for what you call a paradigm, within your own self but what you can't find. All the things you've done to my joy is nothing short of rape. A perpetual stalemate. Now's the time to rise |
Ten Little Indianslyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, dead little Indian boys
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, dead little Indian boys 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, dead little Indian boys Fallen Christians, bring the blankets with disease on it. Now the children die, self inflicted, bubonic 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, dead little Indian boys 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, dead little Indian boys 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, murderer 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, murderer |
Transcendlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Days and nights pass and I ask myself why do I give in to dark happiness and why
try to be something that I could never be, inside of me. I curse the daylight
and pray the dark infinity for this is where I feel peace of heart, peace of
mind. Servitude in darkness causes light to shine, but send my regards to
spectators. They will never find their place in this abyss in which I call all
mine. A surrounding fits round pegs to round holes. When love is on high but it
seems at its most low, this lifestyle becomes all that you foresee. Mourning to
dancing light emits this tragedy. The circle has no beginning and it has no end,
still we lift up our arms and ask to transcend. The circle has no beginning and
it has no end, and still we lift our voice and plea too…
Transcend, the circle has no beginning and it has no end Transcend, still we lift up our arms and beg to… Transcend We look now for all that could ever be, but what could love be, purity, inside of me still life is among us when at first we lust. We find the faith of this darkness without little thought of trust. Now stripped of defenses our guard let down. We all try to climb fences then fall to the ground. We scream ring around the roses a pocket full of posies but when you fall down that's, when you impose on me. For change can only come through the heart of the sincere. Sincerity without change is never made clear. When the things brought down by the heart unchanged the mind-set is one next to be rearranged. The circle has no beginning and it has no end. Still we lift up our arms and ask to transcend. The circle has no beginning and it has no end, and still we lift voice and plea too… |
Log Offlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Breath of life diminished without reservation. An answer to questions with this
consultation. No reply to spoken words of this end result. Life once sweet is as
bitter as salt.
Kill yourself, Kill yourself Why don't you kill yourself When beating hearts cease that's when your level of interest will increase Kill yourself, Kill yourself Why don't you kill yourself Why such an extremity without lack of identity Society speaking without this forethought. Forgetting as parents all that we've been taught, that a mind of anger speaks without clear thinking. Knowing not of the actions that would lead to this sinking. |
Closurelyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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A letter of intent to explained what happened, and how I'm spent. And now it
must end. In communication failure there are no survivors, leaving all unsure
What will revive us
Truth, misunderstanding, leaves me demanding, what went wrong You don't know the things that could be Just what happened between you and me Disconnect the things that moderate. Why must we swallow the things that we hate. We try to get along, but mutually we see that this could never be. You're still right in front of me. As you turn to face the sun, they rise like the moon. Ventilation has begun far to soon. You try at highest grace, to ring a loud plea. They've turned to save face, homeless with eternity. |
Tempestlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Illumination shines brightest on a darkest face. Your head hung down your
standing in the corner in disgrace. To return to mayhem that comes second nature
eminent punishment to arise will explain ya. To the point that you can't even
understand yourself. The misguiding of this youth mask, the cry for help that no
amount of self-authority could contain, allowing another day of swimming in this
dry pain. We all sit back and point fingers for the sake of answers, looking to
the scapegoats ignoring all the cancers, that will manifest inside the innocence
of youth, but no glimmer for hope no display of proof.
I'm a little teapot short and stout Here is my handle here is my spout When I get angry then you'll hear me shout Tip me over and the tempest comes out (2x) A victim of neglect as the years kept on passing. It's built up inside but still shunned from asking. What is the reason for this manifestation to seek aside, left alone, alleviation, but why should there be loneliness in understanding. Is this cry for pity to a parent too demanding. Whom shall be left to hurt alone The weight of the world pent up inside of me!!! |
Electric Centerlyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Push!
The foundation of one will rely on many. For the sake of your thoughts a thousand pennies. Just to tell of support that you have. Time of crisis need not be that bad. Don't front in times of insecurity. Let all be, I would if you were me. Just to stick together to survive. time of silence causes us to strive to release the built up tension that leads to our deception. You don't know the pain that I have inside I've tried to run, from myself I can't hide You don't know the pain that I have inside I keep my feelings bottled up inside To wonder alone in crowded rooms. Wondering if the problems will come soon, without a chance for answered questions that lead to this, in question that lead to the choice of impure. Everything that you did no hope, no cure. Hope indeed or will it be the hope for the ones in need. You look for hope, for them you look for hope of self. Pull ourselves from out this Hell We struggle and strive for recognition, then follow suit and keep on wishing that the people knew the way you feel. Do what you can to define the lines that are so real when you seek to find you return, at every turn you must unlearn. The society and the mind-set your end reward is regret. No chance for the people to cry out. Leaving people with only doubt. |