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Chevelle
Chevelle


Информация
Откуда Grayslake, Illinois, United States
Жанры Alternative Metal
Post-Grunge
Hard Rock
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Squint Entertainment
Сайт Website
Состав
Pete Loeffler
Sam Loeffler
Dean Bernardini
Бывшие участники
Geno Lenardo
Joe Loeffler
Matt Scott



Альбом Chevelle


This Type Of Thinking (Could Do Us In) (21.09.2004)
21.09.2004
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Touch
I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's buried
This body's left the soul
Could we have known
Never would I, helped to nail down
Careful of drifting off
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue leaning in to say
This body's left the soul
The brain needs oxygen
Can't sneak around this bait
His catacomb has got me by the chin
This body's left the soul
[Chorus]
Could we have known
Never would I, helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Now saturate [x4] and touch
Now saturate [x3], the earth
Now saturate [x3], the earth
[Last chorus]
This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, the phobia
Made cold and crippled, ending it all

. . .



I tried an idea for no reason
Keep the sun off our shoulders
Crawling back to

[Chorus]
A black out
Touching new life
Face down
Set the pace again

The drive the idea still existing
Sat and shuddered broke the pattern
Falling inward
In and down up and out
Let it go follow way back
Call it off any day anyway
Make you feel this
A black out
Touching new life
Face down
Set the pace again
[bridge]
Don't take the fall
We'd hate to see
That's entertainment
Get some
Eyes on the goal
Last one to get
Is passed over looked over
Never rehearse
They've spiked the water
It's in the blood
Get some
We've underestimated
How can I
Get some
How can I [x3]
Get some
[outro]
A blackout
Could this be the one

. . .



Some learn; many do.
Cover up or spread it out.
Turn around, had enough,
Pick and choose or pass it on.
Buying in, heading for
Suffer now or suffer then.
Its bad enough
I want the fear...need the fear

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (where have we gone)
He's alone (where have we gone)

[Chorus]
All without making it and your pushing it and your leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fans the had it makes when its most

After all, whats the point?
Cause levatation is possible.
If your a fly; a cheating gun.
Theres time for this and so much more.
Its typical, come write a world
A special place of my designs
To never cope or never care just use the key

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (where have we gone)
He's alone (where have we gone)

[Chorus]
All without making it and your pushing it and your leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fans the had it makes when its most

Over and Over a slayn
Became
Over and Over a slayn
Became
Over and Over a slayn
Became
Over and Over a slayn
Became

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (where have we gone)
He's alone (where have we gone)

[Chorus]
All without making it and your pushing it and your leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fans the had it makes when its most

[Chorus]
All without making it and your pushing it and your leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fans the had it makes when its most

. . .



Say it, say it
Say it, say it

Alone, you support, then embrace
Another reason to see
Success we unfold, clutching firm
That in me panics for sure

Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it, need it done
Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it, need it done

The lie, want to know, has it met
Expectations so far
Now run, make amends, feeling torn
Boy you better be sure

Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it, need it done
Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it, need it done

Still running
Never watching up, say it
Still running
Never watching up, say it
Still running
Never watching up, say it
Still running, still running, still running, still running

Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it need it done
Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it need it done

Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it need it done
Say it, say it that it's done
I want, want it need it done

. . .



Be brave reshape
Can't force all into molds
Passing out schematics
Forcing all into molds
Once more about to change
Some try and fall beneath molds
Well it's your right so
[Chorus]
I'll keep on this path
Turning around bending shapes
Cutting it in
We could excel beyond
The latter fools
Start a new tone
Hating the same
Empty the room
So create, reclaim
Sovereign shapes tempting us
Ration out, their schematics
Dare we live without molds
So far what's left between
They try and fail beneath molds
[bridge]
Feel locked in a room
And starting to choke
Enticing the shame
Awaken a world our own

. . .



Gave in Again
The bastard
Can't keep refusing rights
So he'll loan the cash
But the sin
Is on the hands of you
So to care or
Plead silence, weak hands are calling
There's close enough
And there's too far
It won't change an empty stare
But I can't seem to end
These images
Hauntingly looks like hell
[Chorus]
So to care or
Plead silence
Weak hands are calling
[Last Chorus]
To end this catastrophic scene awake and breathe in
[bridge]
Come, enter the foreign
Face, all that's shameful
Cheat, may the past find
Out, separating

. . .



Damn you're so dull
Still need to borrow your hate
Change what they can
Persuade us back under cover
Oh old you're so over
Who made you king of the ages
Tending the wounds
Thinking of adding another
[Chorus]
But the
Chosen never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I'll take anything
That's not bolted down
Tricking us in, don't get along if they're brothers
So phasing it out, correcting vision with fists
And drawing a line, still give it less than a week
Checking the wounds, thinking of adding another
[bridge]
Free what's bolted down

. . .



Feed the cut and get in line
To live and burn is tug-o-war
Raped
Go back and forth until it's learned
To suffer now or nothing's gained
Then wake within a freezing sweat
Push and pull, collecting doubt
Starting seeds
[Chorus]
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
The reason never outweighs the truth
So backing up and lean against
The liars club cometh shame
Wasting farther collecting doubt
Starting seeds
[bridge]
So hand it off, don't care enough
Cause ignorance, is in blissful reach
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
Lost inspiration, never played the game
A severed attempt ignored
Feed, the last head trip

. . .



To return to the cold
It isn't much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you can't miss this
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can't miss this
[Chorus]
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more
Keep on burnin' through the noose
To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last

. . .



It's possible that the worst
Of the inside
Could take our pencils away
End creating
Can't let the teachers lay waste
Of a new mind
Prevent emotional drought
And watch the pace quicken
Try to never touch
Try to never touch
[Chorus]
Won't keep holding back my conscious
Realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you
Let's turn our wretched debates into action
By diplomacy gain, back a handshake
Tied and unable to tend, to the wounds that were made
So much closer to shame we see but never touch
[bridge]
Search
For
Truth
One more man
Tearing at the throat of
Never dropped as fast as
Coloring the fate of
Is better than the fate of you

. . .



So the water's thickening
His collar's pulled, begin to be aware
It's on, that he needs to focus
Beyond that man, he brings a world of pain
Cause
[Chorus]
The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry refused
So we bend the bracket
Shove it down anything to make it fit
It's on, and being foolish won't cover up
Exposing them as fakes
So boredom captured another fool
Shredding him to bit it's on
And the more we tense up, avoiding pain
You'll never learn a thing

. . .


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