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Альбом Dag Nasty



1988
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be prepared
I know what's coming next
if she's entertaining doubts I guess that you know what is best
so I should
be prepared
to make due with what is left
and if I can't prepare myself at least I know what to expect
my mind's made up about her
I couldn't live without her
so many times
so many times
I should have thanked god that I have her
and when I'm back home
safe in her arms
don't knock on her door
don't pick up your phone
if she's entertaining doubts how do I explain
a grain of salt for her to take with the things that you say
despite the distance give me trust
and I will bring it home to you
give me till nothing's left but patience and I will bring it home to you
she only wants to spare you and I the time
we so faithfully invested
she throw it in our faces
you've been taken advantage of
is that all I'm capable of ?
if it's just bitterness don't let it blind her

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here on the beach
I've got the sun , I've got the surf, I've got Mexican food
here on the beach
I stay indoors all day
I don't get my feet wet , I've got nothing to do
I can't believe I was excited
I thought I'd found the perfect place for someone as lazy as me
but now I'm lonely and I wish I had a friend who I could visit sometime
or who might call on me
here on the beach
my mind goes blank and all my money's gone
here on the beach
the urge to get f~cked up becomes overwhelming
( I guess I'll go back to sleep )
I should be writing songs
powerful songs that'll make us money and put us on the charts
but I'm just so bored and I don't really care
about people or money or problems or anything at all
except for going home
anything at all
except for when I'm out of here
next time let's shake it inside out
next time let's shake it inside out
pay no rent
rest in piece I'm back home tomorrow
this could be my last chance
to pass it by
sleeping late , sleep alone
back to work tomorrow
this could be my last chance
and I'll pass it by
next time let's shake it inside out

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how can I make this clear ?
it seems so simple yet
I could spend my whole life saying things that make no sense
like life is so unfair
yes and this is so unfair
but I didn't leave you behind
you're still ahead of me
if you doubt it let me remind you
I'm in love with you
at least it's clear to me
I just need to sip from the miraculous pitcher
that holds water downwards
and the next time you make pie I'll be home for a slice
and spend my hours holding back
because nice guy's finish last
if you doubt it
let me remind you
I'm in love with you
so take your hand and dry my eyes
and when I doubt you know how...remind me too
( the first time I ever saw you I was about four -
- I was supposed to be sleeping -- instead I was ....... )
I'm so much more in love with the way
than in way with the love

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I need some sleep today
but there's another man's shoes beneath my bed
I could relax in my favorite chair
but the seat it still warm from another man
I need to walk through this door
but somebody stood here and looked at you
he kept his eye on you
that's what friends are for
Monday morning
my head is on fire
my heart feels like a stone
it's not a mystery to me
I should have never left you here alone
these dirty dishes and this long distance bill
I did my best to ignore
but you just swept me under the mat outside my own front door
I need some sleep
as the key turned
you must have heard
you knew the time had arrived
"oh Brian's gonna find me out"
but I was there as you slept last night
I leave this note
I need a couple of hours
maybe a J or two to calm down
but I'll be back soon boys and girls don't you be around
I need some sleep today
but there's another man's pants in my house

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it's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
the room gets dark when the music gets loud
the rudies want to groove
but there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight
a voice shouts loud
"we'll never surrender"
a voice in the crowd
"we'll never surrender"
a hand in the air fight propaganda
never surrender , never surrender
skins in the corner staring at the bar
the room starts dancing to some heavy heavy ska
the room is so hot people dripping with sweat
the punks in the corner , screaming like
staring at the rude boys
staring at the rude boys
dancing with the rude boys
dancing with the rude boys
staring at the rude boys
a bunch of skins , marching on ten
while some stand there saluting the air ( oi! )
they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
tattooed crossbows on their arm's
the lights come alive in a blinding flash
the dance floor clears as the mutants clash
everybody leaves as the heavy's arrive
someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive

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cray fish creep bridge and sky
and my life flashes before my eyes
trying to see
what I'd never seen otherwise

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sitting here like forty ounces
waiting to be drunk
I always seem to want what I don't want
it's more than I can handle
still I want another shot
even without it , five minutes from now
I'll find I can't stand up
on the edge , I've been there
and it's just as crowded as back home
though the waves are strong
it's easy enough to swim on back to the shore
sometimes , couldn't my eyes just stay at home ?
'cause sometimes
seeing doesn't see me through
someday maybe someday
couldn't we take all our mirrors down
'cause sometimes seeing doesn't see me through
I'd love to believe you
when I say always and all ways :)
but from what I've seen
you can't see me through
there's a question in your head
though you're thinking
" not this time"
don't be afraid to ask
don't be afraid to care

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dear Mrs. touma
I walked upstairs into the kitchen
saw a piece of birthday cake and I heard my mother crying
"dressed in his black raincoat , black hat lying on the yellow line...he was run down..."
your son was taken
and he spoke so often
with belief
with conviction
never with righteousness
of the day he'd go to heaven
and I will believe
if only for his sake
in father , son , and holy ghost
in whom he was so certain that he'd
turned the other cheek to those who teased and hurt him
Leo is dead
it's not the end of the world
sometimes I wish it was
I wouldn't wish it on anyone
Leo is dead
it's not the end of my world
sometimes I wish it was
sometimes I wish it was
and as for the man across the street
as he expresses sympathy (the fat, aging hypocrite )
spit into his face with me
"when you heard he was gone , you couldn't wait to be the first to seem concerned.
did you think we'd never learn ?
you were lying to us
you laughed at him
you threw upon him your own vices
you lied to us about everything
you lied about your barfly conquests
dying your hair to hide the gray
you're masturbating bitterly on your front porch while the wife's away"
Leo is dead
it's not the end of the world
but sometimes I wish it was

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when I look at the life in which I'm sinking
naturally I find myself thinking
"what am I doing here ?"
it's been fun , so much fun
doing things I never should have done
but I'm not fooling anyone (except for maybe myself )
what am I doing here ?
what am I doing here ?
tell me Matt how do you do it ?
you walk the line without ever losing it
you can rest assured
another hit won't do you any harm
(uhmm...I'm at 7129 little avenue....there's no trouble ...just some kids drinking beer in a pool)
m-a-t-t Matt m-a-t-t Matt

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I heard this
I heard that
what do I believe?
it's hard to give
it's hard to get
and once you've lost it it's always gone
I know I shouldn't accept
one person's word as truth
without at least
giving you the benefit of the doubt
I get so mixed up
by the things you say
and the way you act
too many times
this has happened before
I always thought the wrong thing
I never gave you a second chance
now it's happening all over again

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it's hard to hold
when the world is spinning
learned nothing from the night before
or the weeks before that
under your influence - right goes wrong
under your influence - crossed my mind
under your influence - right goes wrong
under your influence - you crossed my mind for the last time
twelve ounces of courage
makes the world look better
you love the attention
you never had it before
no safety comes from your numbers
nothing said or gained
shirking responsibility
true freedom from what?
from what?

(spoken part - you know I walked by you on the street the other day..
...you were going one way...I was going the other..
..and we both walked right by and we don't say a word..
... we used to be this close ..we used to be like brothers..
..but now 'cause of one time one word one phrase one time one word one phrase .. it's all over)

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now that it's gone
just admit it to yourself
it was nothing special
no more special than yourself
now that it's gone
won't you admit it to yourself ?
another typical youth you mistook for someone else
(looking through your rebel ...gray looks so good on you )
you brought your parents down
you had to face your doubts
you doubted everyone
just like everyone
so disagreeable
of course you hated school
you felt so all alone
and so did all of us
it's not the energy
it's not the extra time
responsibility
it won't change everything
an average lifespan
four times what's been and gone
what's unique is not your age
what's unique is still in there

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here's to you
here's to me
may we never disagree
'cause if we do
may old acquaintance be forgotten
here's to me
here's to me
new year , new start
minutes past before it's ripped apart
were you thinking ?
what should I think ?
about time
one moment past repeated again and again in my mind
what can I say , why should I try
to choose between the love I shouldn't feel and hate for us both
how could you do it ?
what made you do it ?
moments past before it's ripped apart
just ripped apart
here's to time gone by
here's to you and I
we know we shared one sight but there's a sight you didn't see
three lives
three lives I tried to change
four years building gone without a trace
like it was never there
my choice is made
I cannot stay
the weakest link is gone build yourself a stronger chain
my choice is made
why should I stay
the weakest link is gone
back to the bottom again

. . .


ooooohhh 16 count... lisel... chicken sandwich...batman

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I won't remember your name
I can see it everywhere I go
I can't remember how you cut your hair
some things you cut no longer grow
I'll forget where you came from
I'll walk those streets everyday but
I'll remember your mouth
(I can hear it now)
I'll remember your mouth
(I can hear it now)
I'll remember your mouth - you never kept it shut
I won't remember your name
I can see it everywhere I go
I can't remember how you cut your hair
some things you cut no longer grow
I remember what you called me
I hope one day you'll eat your words
'cause
I remember your mouth

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the last time I spoke to you
I was seconds away
from losing my face
but I'm much closer now, we're so much closer now
and I haven't stopped laughing since I
learned to laugh at myself
when I fall down, and I'm much farther down
we're so much closer now that
you're mine
to have and to hold until the end of time
you're mine, you're mine
"I'm so tired of being alone" she said
"I don't wanna go back home - where the heart is"
and I feel like trash
the closer I get to you
but I can't turn my eyes away
the closer I get to you
'cause you're mine to have and to hold
until the end of time
you're mine, you're mine

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I understand you
you've got a problem
now understand me
it's your problem not mine
to find a reason, don't ask me
don't ask (anyone) for a reason to live your life
shake your head, left and right
like the old man who shows up here every night
what does he hear in this kind of music?
why don't you ask him?
find out what you need to know
all ages show
you haven't lived all there is to live
how old is old?
how old is old?
all ages show
I get the feeling that I've heard all this before
I spoke your words, I felt your feelings
but when I reached a dead end, I knew there was more
I guess I'm just too young to see it
but I've shorn* up some people
a little bit older
and they say the problems keep coming
but reasons to keep on trying keep growing
and they grow and they grow and they grow
all ages show

(* shorn = "slept with")

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Saw you in a mag, kissing a man...I've got you in a corner...I've got the bun

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