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Against Me!
Against Me!




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Альбом Against Me!


White Crosses (08.06.2010)
08.06.2010
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One by One (Limited Edition bonus track)
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Bob Dylan Dream (Limited Edition bonus track)
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Lehigh Acres (Limited Edition bonus track)
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Bitter Divisions (Limited Edition bonus track)
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I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions
I don't know what's gonna cure my unsettled stomach

Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the sidewalk
Their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled
Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity

I make my way back home to you
Head north on St. Marco Avenue
White crosses on the church lawn
I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

Ponytails swinging back and forth behind bleached blonde
College girls out for a jog
St. Augustine, shine your light down on me

Pop hits from the '90s echo out of tourist-filled bars
I'm met with arms crossed under
Dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief

I make my way back home to you
Head north on St. Marco Avenue
White crosses on the church lawn
I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all
I want to smash them all

Eavesdropping in on conversations
I wander aimless, staring at strangers
Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me

Eyeballed with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels
You realize that you're talking to yourself
Cannon fire explodes out over the bay

I make my way back home to you
Head north on St. Marco Avenue
White crosses on the church lawn
I want to smash them all

Looking for context and perspective
Looking for some kind of distraction
White crosses on the church lawn
I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all
I want to smash them all
I want to smash them all
I want to smash them all

. . .


I was a teenage anarchist
Looking for revolution
I had the style, I had the ambition
Read all the authors, I knew the right slogans

There was no war but the class war
I was ready to set the world on fire
I was a teenage anarchist
Looking for revolution

Do you remember
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?
Do you remember
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?

I was a teenage anarchist
But the politics were too convenient
In the depths of their humanity
All I saw was bloodless ideology

With freedom as their doctrine
Guess who was the new authority
I was a teenage anarchist
But the politics were too convenient

Do you remember
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?
Do you remember
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?

When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire

I was a teenage anarchist
But then the scene got too rigid
It was a mob mentality
They set their rifle sights on me

Narrow visions of autonomy
You want me to surrender my identity
I was a teenage anarchist
The revolution was a lie

Do you remember
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?
Do you remember
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?

When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire
When you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire

I was a teenage anarchist
I was a teenage anarchist
I was a teenage anarchist
I was a teenage anarchist

. . .


We used to get high together
Instead of getting high alone
Can't remember the last time I saw you
Can't remember the last time we talked

You left home for a fresh start
Working as a waitress down in Bradenton
With my name tattooed into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Don't it seem so detached and unreal?
Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened
Like nothing's ever changed

With your casket open in front of me
Your eyes closed and your lips silent
My name tattooed into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Didn't listen to the preacher, couldn't look your husband in the eye
I'm not sure what I meant to you then so I'm not sure what I owe you now
But if something I said hurt you, I swear it was not my intention
With your name tattooed into my skin, with your name tattooed into my skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Can you hear me right now?
Can you hear me right now?

. . .


We were young heartbreakers estranged from the wealthy parents
Doing key bumps in the handicap bathroom
Stoned, complacent, ambivalent
Mass communicating with shared subconscious

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers
Divorced from reality, free and young
We were bashing our brains out on the kitchen cabinet
It was a televised crucifixion

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

In the western world
In the western world

We were star-crossed, we were destitute
Our words spoke mass destruction
We watched the sun rise in the morning
Daughters in arm, we are all orphans

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

The western world
In the western world

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This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have
This is the only way I know how to say
We're not in love anymore

And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes
And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes

We used to like all the same bands
We used to have all the same friends
What do we have left in common?
Just shared memories of good times long since passed

And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes
And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes

You can't get what you want from me
And I can't get what I need from you

This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have
This is the only way I can say
We're breaking up

And it's the same way that it's always been
The same way that it's always been
I'm not giving up on us
I'm not giving up on us

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There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere, push waves across the ocean
Towards Antilles and Bon Air
While I paced in agitation

I drew the curtains
I set the air conditioner low
I pressed a warm washcloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane is coming

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens
And the pious preacher commands
I hold my breath in anticipation

Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions
And I wonder
What is real, what is fiction

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit
There was mistake in going to war
Without first asking all the questions

Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
There are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder
Have I left my own compassion?

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

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I've walked down high streets, looking through windows
I've been lost in crowds of strangers
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles
Phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries

Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces
Television stations, billboard advertisements
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
I see your face when I close my eyes

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me

Come on and ache with me

Through barrooms, cafes, jail cells and courtrooms
Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word

I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers
Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers
You may not find all that you're after
In the end, I hope it doesn't matter

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me
Come on and ache with me, come on and ache with me

. . .


You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize

It could be a good life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
Need some place to stay safe, need some place to safe and warm
Why don't we deserve the same?

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

Look into the Spanish moss, let your mind conjure up old ghosts
Ride your bike through lost Florida streets
Everything we've said and done can be so easily forgotten
You can always change who you are

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize

I try to lift up this life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
But it's not yours to keep, yeah the truth will tear your heart out
In a world run by gangs, you're...

Stuck standing in a breadline
Stuck standing in a breadline
Stuck standing

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize, apologize

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How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose
But before you point your finger
Before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself
How do you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?

There's no bottom to your reality
Your desperation is utter and complete
What you can't love about yourself you have to steal from someone else
And what you can't steal, what you can't steal you have to deny

Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Sometimes it feels, sometimes it feels like the whole world's coming to an end

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Don't let them break you
Don't let them tell you who you are
Doesn't matter where you come from
You always have a floor to sleep on

And you have your bamboo bones, nervous energy
Blind ambition, skin of your teeth
Push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath

What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself

I'm embarrassed to admit it, I've got no grip
I'm leading with my jaw
Can you see it from a distance, does it look ridiculous?
I guess that's just what I have to live with

Still I have a mind to think, knees to break
You standing beside me
Gonna push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath

What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself, for yourself

What God doesn't give to you
What God doesn't give to you
What God doesn't give to you
What God doesn't give to you

What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
For yourself

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One by One

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Bob Dylan Dream

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Lehigh Acres

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Bitter Divisions

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