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Hot Water Music
Hot Water Music


Информация
Откуда Gainesville, Florida, USA
Жанры Punk Rock
Post-Hardcore
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Epitaph Records
Doghouse Records
No Idea Records
Состав
Jason Black
Chuck Ragan
Chris Wollard
George Rebelo



Альбом Hot Water Music


Till the Wheels Fall Off (2008)
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It's hard to rest right
with a different pillow every night.
Still I close my eyes
and dream I'll make it home.
And ever now and then I
find my dreams before I learn
that every mountain call of what I yearn.
It's a blessing and a curse.

Wait 'till the lunacy shakes the hand of reality.
Time will fly and straight our lives
as we all live to die.
Holding on to anything.
It's hard to find the in-between.
Burning candles, apathy.
We're bored and petrified.

[Chorus]
We love to kill the night.
Pain comes. We run in time.
Our body, souls, and minds

Deep inside on the proving ground
there's always war to wage.
And the bloodshed of our demons here
have covered everything.
Nazerath's seen the Romans lost
and Balthor's crying eyes.
Find ourselves on the road
that always takes us by surprise.

[Chorus x2]


. . .



I just drowned,
Finding myself to the middle,
Never mind the common sense,
The taste’s about to take,
When it’s under crumbling walls,

Who says it’s better?
Or receive the golden letter,
That explains the way to live, the way to go,
Keeps you from bouncing off the walls,

I’m looking for something, do you know,
Where I could find it, now?
I’m looking for something do you know,
Where I could find it?

Mercy,
In the midst of controversy,
And fuel within,
Between the shots we take to save,
Our face when we’re alone,
Everyone, has their hands over their hearts,
Giving all the best advice,
It’s no quick fight,
Everyone’s tucking in for a long night,
Covering the bloodshot eyes,
It’s no quick fight,

Flowing,
And the day’s a contradiction,
I’m standing still upon a weight to move,
Across a world that’s been in shades,

Everyone, has their hands over their hearts,
Giving all the best advice,
It’s no quick fight,
Everyone’s tucking in for a long night,
Covering the bloodshot eyes,
It’s no quick fight for any of us,

Everyone, has their hands over their hearts,
Giving all the best advice,
It’s no quick fight,
Everyone’s tucking in for a long night,
Covering the bloodshot eyes,
It’s no quick fight.


. . .



I remember seein’ diamonds
What ever happened to them?
You smashed them all when you flew away
You just fought everyday
Later console talkin’ bitter
You never believe it’s the same
Little War?

But it is the same
Ohh try and rearrange
But it is the same
Don’t try and rearrange

I remember early morning
In the car on the side of the road
You said you had something to say
I crawled out with my head spinning
I covered my ears to late
Everything fell down on me

But I must say
Ohh I must say
Don’t try and rearrange

Just returning
Felt like mourning
But I couldn’t stay away
I was holding back from you
Just returning
Felt like mouring
But I couldn’t stay away
I was holding back from you

But I must say
Ohh try and rearrange
But I must say
Don’t change


. . .



I can see my eyes and see your lips move close to mine.
Hear your words so crystal clear with your breath in my ear.

Still So far away from you, it cuts so quick and clean.
Still so far away from you but I still want more.

I can close my lips before I taste ours soaked in wine.
Lay my head upon your breast and count your beats and smiles.

This is where the time stops and this is where it starts.
This is where we mend our broken hearts.
I'm on my way, can't stay away.
Since this love stings like it does over and again.
Again.

I'm on my way, I can't stay away.
Since this love stings like it does over and again.
I'm on my way, homeward bound.
Since this love stings like it does over and again and again.
I'm on my way, can't stay away.
Since this love stings like it does over and again and again.


. . .



Is there something wrong
Do ya hate this song
Cuz I'm singin about it again
Did ya know the words
Before you read them
Did ya notice
She had it and she wants it again
He had it and he lost it again
In the fallout or the aftermath of
So many days so many days I guess it's all been done
Maybe it's all been sung
Before By wiser people but its not stopping anyone
Falling apart from heartache
She had it and she wants it again
He had it and he lost it again In the fallout or the aftermath of
So many days so many days
Another second is another made
So many days


. . .



Transgressions are made
while cowards convey
with a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay.

While the statue awaits
to be whittled away
with a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear.

Never to learn,
only to burn...and be burned.
Branded straight through slate,
clear as common day.

What shall be the mark to be made,
when we crush it all to burn it down,
without sight, without sound?
Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground.
A simple shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without sound.

Make a martyr,
a pedestal with ribbons of slaughter.
stoke the fire it will take over.

Ignore the cut... the skin with callus as well as interest.
If all are reckless none is to profit,
none is to win it.

So who will pay for all the tears,
all the lives, from either side?
All the years, all the time of living blind
playing "God Deciding?"
And who will die next in line
for the lie, justified
for the rise of sitting high playing "God Deciding?"
And who will walk away
from the rage and revenge?
Inhumane consequence comes in time
playing "God Deciding."
And who will fall in line to arrive,
out of sight and out of mind?


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(She lives like russian roulette. Barrel up to the head. Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness.) Now enter special things to detour all the pain, like a brand new, solid mess. But nothing seems to last... It strikes when you've thought you won. It's self destruction. It strikes when you've thought you won. And the delicate balance won't survive the turbulence. Now, enter the escape from everything you've made. Cause something wrong inside won't let you live your life. It strikes when you've thought you won. It's self destruction. It strikes when you've thought you won. And down you will go, with a tail of flames stretched out behind you. The cold wind will blind you. And in all that you can't see. The simplicity is beautiful.


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[Originally by Alkaline Trio]

Shaking like a dog shittin' razor blades. Waking up next to nothing as your dreaming of you and me. I'm waking up all alone. Waking up so relieved. While you're taking your time with apologies, I'm planning my ways of revenge. Red eyes on orange horizons. If Columbus was wrong I'd drive straight off the edge... I'd drive straight off the edge. Taking your own life with boredom. I'm taking my own life with wine. It helps you to rule out the sorrow. It helps me to empty my mind. Making the most of a bad time. I'm smoking the brains from my head. Leaving the coal, calling the kettle black and orange and red. This kettle is seeing red. I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling. In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying. I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall. Shaking like a dog shittin' razor blades. Waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me. I'm waking up all alone. Waking up so relieved. While you're taking your time with apologies, I'm planning my ways of revenge. Red eyes on orange horizons. If Columbus was wrong I'd drive straight off the edge. I'm seeing red. I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling. In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying. I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall... plugged in and ready to fall... plugged in and ready to fall... plugged in and ready to fall.


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[Originally by Alkaline Trio]

You came to me like a dream.
The kind that always leaves
Just as the best part starts.
It ends so abruptly
And leaves you stunned and naked
In your bedroom all alone.
It's kinda funny how something so soothing
Gets interrupted by the ring of a telephone.

And you broke me like the cigarrette
That I busted on the day I quit.
But now that I've been drinkin'
I'm out of smokes and I wish that I had it.
Woke up to my daily headache
And the realization that you are gone.
Oh my sweet darling happiness
You've been away from me all along.

One thing that I never said
A lonely liver suspended in liquid.

You came to me like a dream
The kind that always leaves.
Just as the best part starts
It ends so abruptly.
And leaves you stunned and naked
In your bedroom all alone.
Kind of funny how something so soothing
Gets interrupted by the ring of a telephone.

One thing that I never said
I'm truely happy in my heart and in my head
A lonely liver suspended in liquid.
It's one thing that I never did was swallow.
Missing a case
Lacking a lid
My heart bleeds for what you never did.
Never Did.

It's one thing that I never said
I'm truely happy in my heart and in my head
A lonely liver suspended in liquid
It's one thing that I never did was swallow.
Missing a case
Lacking a lid
My heart bleeds for what you never did.
My heart bleeds for what you never did until now...


. . .



how do we get back away from the grind that gives no slack to the frames the ones we filtered first which widened our eyes through their colors shapes and designs with everything so brand new and everthing so pure and true when saving the world could be done in a day with a cape and an imagination ready to play on our hands and knees we crawled and watched as our elders walked we soaked up all we could clung to what we knew was good and glazed amazed at what unfolded before our face to find out we'd forget it all by being caught up in a race that isn't for fun at all with hands frustrated to do instead of willing to try living by the clock and slowly wasting away in tie on my hands and knees i plead to see the way that a child does see and waltz around aware not drowned not buried down or cornered slammed a fresh start entity an easy way to be unless you're past the age


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i've been told where i should stand just this side of the line that says that is wrong and this is righteous don't cross that line and keep your voice down because no one wants to hear of other ways cause we all need to be saved from mistakes we've made but not me i'll live out my life the way i see and i'll sink my faith in what's in me and in truth and where freedom lives where we choose not damnation not lines that split us up and no i don't want to be saved from this world cause i believe it's beautiful and worth fighting for


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there are roads that lead to the unknown with tools that do nothing less than tax you to the bone i find hope when there are wills to carry on and push to continue their songs those souls stand out with presence noticed those souls speak loud while their voices carry over and over while shinning light in humble aura of honest right show me how show me now how to recognize the coming of a breakdown show me now show me how how to recognize a breakdown because i want to take it as it comes deal with what goes wrong with my chin always up and my feet planted sure in the ground


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It's a gamble, double down or don't.
Just step out if you want to or stay in if you're bold.
It could be a sure shot or just as well a fold.
Since guessing is never easy and wishes never sold like gold.
The wheels are turning and the world is burning as all fall to sweet defeat.
It is so complete.
Call it humbling or brand it stumbling.
Don't stop living and don't stop sailing to meet what will be destiny.
We are but wayfarers with a wish to stay alive for a cause and for a dream.
There's much to move in a moving sea.
It could be a sure shot or just as well the fold.
Since guessing is never easy and wishes never sold like gold.
How about a handle or something set to hold.
Since love is everlasting when love is on the road. I'm told.
We are but wayfarers with a wish to stay alive for a cause and for a dream.
There's much to move in a moving sea.


. . .



[Originally by Government Issue]

I judged you long before,
In your head, have no thought.

Got the jaded eyes, so naive.

Talk lies, I was wrong,
Some folks have no lip control.

Got the jaded eyes, so naive.

Ignore the bottle touch his lips,
Or the tattoo, on the hip.

Got the jaded eyes, so naive.


. . .


[Originally by Midnight Oil]

The Breakfast Creek Hotel is up for sale
The last square mile of terra firma gaveled in the mail
So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines
No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine

End - your dreamworld is just about to end
Fall - your dreamworld is just about to fall
Your dreamworld will fall

So shut that buckle and turn that key again
Take me to a place they say the dreaming never ends
Open wide drive that mystery road
Walk through eden's garden and then wonder as you go

End - your dreamworld is just about end
Fall- your dreamworld is just about to fall
Your dreamworld will fall

Sign says honeymoon for rent
Cloudland into dreamland turns
The sun comes up and we all learn
Those wheels must turn

End - your dreamworld is just about end
Fall- your dreamworld is just about to fall
Your dreamworld will fall

. . .


[Originally by Turbonegro]

Yeah

Hi-ridin' daddy-o
Prince of the rodeo
Spur-hump hey-ho let's go
Prince of the rodeo
Fornicator of the lasso
Prince of the rodeo
Sperminator of the asshole
Prince of the rodeo

Shoot the chute
Pull the flute
I'm back in the saddle
The world's most promising cowboy

Lo-ridin' daddy-o
Prince of the rodeo
Sexy denim romeo
Prince of the rodeo
Rhinestone homo rock-n-roll
Prince of the rodeo
Buns of steel Geronimo
Prince of the rodeo

Jerk that calf
Half-n-half
I'm back in the saddle
The world's most progressive cowboy

And don't forget the clown

I'm ridin' high, I'm ridin' low
Prince of the rodeo

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lets dance while we still can these days are numbered short we can watch moments pass or we can see them as our last and take them for all they're worth so lets dance while we can throw caution to the wind and roll on full force until drained so that burn remains through worst of times and not wait for another day or for the perfect day to up and rise we never know what new days take so why waste all the hours to grow with those we know and i'm asking why we waste time alone when we should know to roll on full force and take advantage of these days that shape our lives and not wait for another day just because we have not enough time to roll on full force till drained so that burn remains through worst of times and not wait another day or for the perfect day to up and rise off my ass out my front door and up to yours to sit down with a fucking cup of coffee and shoot the shit


. . .



so what's wrong with this way besides the fact that it's not in the book you read you see i've found a way and it works at least for me so i can't look down on those that become found on their own or that walk to a beat they know they found alone i believe in change for inner peace and thoughts that ring us awake we are not the same and we should see that other ways make others free so who are we to judge and take aim and who are we to cast stones at those not the same day by day we all change systems change we live for change so why can't we accept others ways in respect to learn from our own


. . .



we're still alive he said we met 11 years before or more and i remember way back when he taught me my first bar chord we used to tear it up reckless moonpies for misfits with no cares you got that right i said we're still here scarred but here but then again we were invincible then we're still here just not like then without a care full of hate when we smashed for laughs and to prove to all fuckers we would quit school stuck ink and called the working man and the men who worked fools to hit bottom and to crash we though the last sight of us was the last sign of us we thought the last sight of us was the last sign of us we thought wrong because face to face here we stand strong but this time we stand for good


. . .


Wild, wild, wild, wild,
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets

In the heat of the summer
Better call out a plumber
Turn on the steam pipe
Cool me off
With your big crime fighters
And your newspaper writers
Still need a drugstore
To cure my buzz

Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets

'64 Valiant, hand full of valiums
Couple of beers really do me right
You better believe us, better trust us,
Teenage jive, walking wreck

Wild, wild, wild, running wild
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets

Got a gang called the wolves
You have to choose
Play with the boys
You're bound to lose
A bottle in one hand
A can in the other
Don't fool around 'cause they're real
Mean mothers

Wild, wild, wild, wild,
Wild running, running
Wild
Mrs. America, how's your favorite son?
Do you care just what he's done? No!
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,
Wild in the streets, running, running,

Wild in the streets, we're running, running
Wild in the streets, we're running, running
Wild in the streets, we're running, running
Wild in the streets

. . .


One, two, three, tour
What are we gonna do now?

Taking off his turban, he said, “Is this man a Jew?”
Working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you
Working for the clampdown

We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed man
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten, I say double that again
Working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul and fate
Working for the clampdown

Kick over the wall ‘cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
Did you know that you can use it?

Voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you

The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy, get running
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

But you grow up and you calm down
Working for the clampdown
You start wearing blue and brown
Working for the clampdown

So you got someone to boss around
It makes you fell big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidents
Working for the clampdown
Lately one or two has fully paid their due
Working for the clampdown

Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Work, work, work

. . .


Well, we bursted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down

Chorus:
Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Well, now young faces grow sad and old
And hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
Now I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home
Across the open yards
Well maybe we'll cut someplace of own
With these drums and these guitars

'Cause we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
You say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath
Peaceful skies in my lover's bed
With a wide open country in my eyes
And these romantic dreams in my head

Once we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in a stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhh

. . .


There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind,
That remembers when there was a time
when we danced and laughed an spent some time drinking wine,
and somewhere in there,
There's a little child without a thought,
without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined.
He is warm and everything is new,
and everything is clean and everything is free
and there were still so many things to see.
So many things still left to be.
You're a very small drop in the middle of a big sea
of high and mighty things.
Your fascination for larger than life,
Your brand new appetite, as though we'd invented it.
We danced.
There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind,
That remembers things, perhaps as they should've been,
rather than lies, rather than the cruelty,
That sometimes we were guilty of and as everyone knows,
We were only young and really couldn't have known.
We were very young and it's nice to know there's a place to go
and still so many things left to see.
You're a drop in the middle of a big sea of high and mighty things.
Your fascination for larger than life,
Your brand new appetite.
As though we'd invented it.
We danced.
It could be the longest time and I'll remember it.
You don't know what's in store, when we laugh.

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