1. |
Tribute (Vocals Only)
01:12
|
|||
|
This one goes out to all my slaves
In wage
Who ain't got no pay
Working 9 to 5
Just so they can stay
Alive
Oh now I'm wondering why
Are some of us really born to die?
I know its hard
To be understanding
But a life of work
Is not highly demanding
Or motivating
Doesn't get me going
Kissing ass
In attempts of growing
I know its hard
You may not believe
A routine life's
Just not for me
I'd rather be free
Forever unknowing
Than stuck in hell
To keep my money flowing
This one goes out to all my girls
And boys
And the inbetweens
Who are on the front lines
Of equality
The people out there
Who have helped me keep strong
Fighting everyday
To correct those wrongs
I know its hard
To be understanding
But a life of work
Is not highly demanding
Or motivating
Doesn't get me going
Kissing ass
In attempts of growing
I know its hard
You may not believe
A routine life's
Just not for me
I'd rather be free
Forever unknowing
Than stuck in hell
To keep my money flowing
I know its hard
To be understanding
But a life of work
Is not highly demanding
Or motivating
Doesn't get me going
Kissing ass
In attempts of growing
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
Re-ha-ha-ha-ha-bilitation
Create your laws to form a new generation
Of followers who swallow all the rules
I wish could be just as cruel
Re-ha-ha-ha-ha-bilitation
Too bad I can't say this in jubilation
I find it hard to conform to this style
In fact I find the system fucking vile
Don't forget to smile
Look up at the sky
I feel so lucky
That I am alive
Keep myself trapped
In my own mental prison
Everyone is happy
When I don't make decisions
Don't forget to smile
Look up at the sky
You feel so lucky
That you am alive
Keep yourself trapped
In your own mental prison
Everyone is happy
When you don't make decisions
Re-ha-ha-ha-ha-bilitation
It's time to free the free of this free nation
I think it's fair to be a little cross
Exit Now, the changes will be lost
Re-ha-ha-ha-ha-bilitation
Flattered by this country's imitation
A sick society judging who is sick
This patient-doctor will end their lives quick
Don't forget to smile
Look up at the sky
I feel so lucky
That I am alive
Keep myself trapped
In my own mental prison
Everyone is happy
When I don't make decisions
Don't forget to smile
Look up at the sky
You feel so lucky
That you am alive
Keep yourself trapped
In your own mental prison
Everyone is happy
When you don't make decisions
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Realistically speaking
I've lost all the reasoning
The fun sensible world
Just doesn't seem enough
And when it's all said and done
I guess living with myself
In the fun sensible world
Is just too fucking tough
I can be irrational
Like the patriots and nationals
And think the worlds against me
Where saying a word is such a risk
I know I don't want to judge myself
So I better start getting used to this
From another point of view
They might question why I think
That, anyone would even care
That I have words across my face
And if its not too soon
I can sign my letters with a wink
Thinking, anyone would even care
What are we all doing here.
I can be irrational
Like the patriots and nationals
And think the worlds against me
Where saying a word is such a risk
I know I don't want to judge myself
So I better start getting used to this
I can be irrational
Like the patriots and nationals
And think the worlds against me
Where saying a word is such a risk
I know I don't want to judge myself
So I better start getting used to this
|
||||
4. |
Focused (Vocals Only)
01:25
|
|||
|
There was once a time when someone was proud of my work
And they said to me how well I had done
There was another time I was lost on my own
And forgot about every good word that had come
Maybe I forgot my focus, or my goals
Maybe I didn't know what those words even mean anymore
Maybe I forgot my focus, or perhaps my goals
Maybe I didn't know what those words even mean anymore
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Maybe I forgot my focus, or my goals
Maybe I didn't know what, those words even mean anymore
Maybe I forgot my focus, or perhaps my goals
Maybe I didn't know what, those words even mean anymore
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Maybe I forgot my focus
Oh oh oh
Or perhaps my goals
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Maybe I forgot my focus, or my goals
Maybe I didn't know what those words even mean anymore
Maybe I forgot my focus, or perhaps my goals
Maybe I don't know what those words even mean anymore
|
||||
5. |
Blank (Vocals Only)
00:52
|
|||
|
No I won't lay down
to just accept the life
of a mediocre job
with a mediocre wife
I'm not the pupil of regularity
I'm not a student of insecurity
I won't give in
the system sucks
you stupid fucking
brainwashed fucks
I do not like society
It really makes no sense to me
Is it really clear?
cus I don't see it
a normal life?
who wants to be it?
Hope is just a childs game?
and by the age of 30
we are all the same?
I don't know who's to blame
I like to think it's not in my brain
But I'm losing hope, going insane
I feel in myself
The strongest plain...
I won't give in
the system sucks
you stupid fucking
brainwashed fucks
I do not like society
It really makes no sense to me
Is it really clear?
cus I don't see it
a normal life?
who wants to be it?
|
||||
6. |
ConTribute (Vocals Only)
01:28
|
|||
|
I can't contribute to society
I'll pay tribute to those dead inside
Who work for next to nothing
Because "not all dreams can be fulfilled"
I can't contribute to a society
That is full of failure and hopeless stars
I'll pay tribute to the fallen angels
The slaves of wage and the emotionally scared
The people who will never be remembered
And the ones who aren't here anymore
I sat alone
In a place called 'home'
And they screamed at me
While I dared to dream
"Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car.
Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car.
Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car.
Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car."
Like a ticking time bomb
Your life goes on
like it was deployed and exploded
With advertisments for fresh products
Beauty and technology
For the empolyment line
To keep on dragging and fuming
Creating its perfect robotic human-androids
The people who will never be remembered
And god bless the ones who aren't here anymore
I sat alone
In a place called 'home'
And they screamed at me
While I dared to dream
"Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car.
Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car.
Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this car.
Buy this car. Drive to work.
Drive to work. Pay for this..."
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
It's about directon
Without exception
Even backwards
Takes you somewhere
Its about decisions
Without divisions
Every opinion
It should be there
No more dictors
So see you later
Even the good king
Will one day die
No more excuses
For voiceless voices
Feed the starving
Not the lies
This ain't a craze
For a certain age
In black and white
It all looks the same
But the heart and the passion
Can shine right through
Believe in the power
Of equality and truth
This ain't a craze
For a certain age
In black and white
It all looks the same
I know I say more
Than I can do
But does the movement of many
Start with a few
It's about direction
Without exception
Even backwards
Takes you somewhere
Its about creating
Not sit in waiting
Every battle
Can still be fair
No one world nation
But intergration
With human freedom
Time will fly
No more excuses
For voiceless voices
Feed the starving
Not the lies
This ain't a craze
For a certain age
In black and white
It all looks the same
But the heart and the passion
Can shine right through
Believe in the power
Of equality and truth
This ain't a craze
For a certain age
In black and white
It all looks the same
I know I say more
Than I can do
But does the movement of many
Start with a few
This ain't a craze
For a certain age
In black and white
It all looks the same
But the heart and the passion
Can shine right through
Believe in the power
Of equality and truth
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Lock me up
And take my stuff
Strip me down
I've had enough
What a simple answer
To a situation
Mixing basic rules
With real emotions
The jailhouse rocked
Cus this concept fucking sucks
Do you really think
That people will get better?
The jailhouse rocked
Cus this concept fucking sucks
Come on people
Do I have to wait forever?
Can the nicest people
Do something bad
And then they are bad
Did you ever think?
People could be balanced
Or that maybe
There is something wrong with them?
Do people get respect?
Because they are people?
Or do they earn respect?
Because you are god?
Do people get respect?
Because they are people
Or do they earn respect?
Because you are god?
The jailhouse rocked
Cus this concept fucking sucks
Do you really think
That people will get better?
The jailhouse rocked
Cus this concept fucking sucks
Come on people
Do I have to wait forever?
The jailhouse rocked
Cus this concept fucking sucks
Do you really think
That people will get better?
The jailhouse rocked
Cus this concept fucking sucks
Come on people
Do I have to wait forever?
|
||||
9. |
||||
|
One day I said goodbye to rock
Goodbye to rock goodbye goodbye
No longer sex and drugs enough
I say to rock goodbye goodbye
There goes the old regime
The biggest rock machine
It didn't last
And it had to go
The reason why
Well I said so
Days already numbered
Rock music's already wasted
One day I said goodbye to rock
Goodbye to rock goodbye goodbye
No longer sex and drugs enough
I say to rock goodbye goodbye
There goes the old regime
The biggest rock machine
Loosely built
On loose morals
Being dumb
To make the dough
To buy the drugs
It had to go
One day I said goodbye to rock
Goodbye to rock goodbye goodbye
No longer sex and drugs enough
I say to rock goodbye goodbye
One day I said goodbye to rock
Goodbye to rock goodbye goodbye
No longer sex and drugs enough
I say to rock goodbye
|
||||
The Crooked Trees England, UK
"Musician"
IMUSS
STARR
POLLY
EATER
The Crooked Trees recommends:
Renard Queenston is one of the hardest working artists I have ever come across, releasing several very good albums every year and this particular album was a favourite of 2012.
go to album
Cats Milly is one of the best current artists around, unique and original, relate-able and real music, I seriously recommend checking out all her albums.
go to albumIf you like The Crooked Trees, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 12, 2024
go to album
Breathless indie pop from Oakland group neutrals, who mine the classic spirit of Sarah Records to terrific result.
go to album
A no wave oddity out of the Netherlands, Geo make warped and dissonant dance party punk rock.
go to album
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
go to album
