ANTERRABAE LYRICS

1. How Joey Got His Groove Back

I have written a tragedy down below where the pretty boys come to die. Although, I'm spitting phrases of nothing to save myself the embarrassment of apology. The caption read, "Danger" silly boy, "You've got to know when to stop." It's just life lessons disguised as defeat. Dear God, it's happened again. It's a chemical war. A stagnant bore. Compensates for the marathon of a weekly routine, these bones can't take much more. Not quite a tragedy. Vacant streets, ninety-degree heat and this time I've caught fate by the wings and if she screams it's curtains for the dead. This town is on fire and I'm on the hills smiling and laughing knowing that my life has just begun.

2. Dressed To Thrill

We prefer to be categorized in sub genres. We opt for meticulous separation. My apologies for I haven't been myself lately. I am not at liberty to say but I can tell you that timing is critical. Modulate me. It's oh so typical. Excite me. Switch up the protocol. All options have been exhausted so we have resorted to slightly embarrassing means. I am dressed in black eyes and IVs, attire you wouldn't be caught dead in. This car ride is cutthroat. My eyes are bloodshot, my veins are blood clot. Don't look now but we're driving this thing right off the edge of the earth. She read my words and swiftly replied, "You're sad as fuck." She read my words and didn't say a fucking thing.

3. Curfews, Alcohol, And Other Jealousy Related Incidents

Half past one and a dial tone to match. I've fooled sleep one too many times. This clock doesn't seem to move when I want, or should I say that time has no regard when you do. Appearance is just that, brightly colored walls and a slowly burning match. I've fooled sleep one too many times, only to degrade myself. With each word left unsaid, with each feeling left un-shown, one thousand times the urge to show you exactly how much you mean to me. Why did it have to end so soon? Moments after you said, "I love you," or so it seemed. (God I loved hearing those words.) I need to grow up.

4. Clever Shoplifting Tactics

Hey there anonymous, this doesn't concern you. Notice the expiration sly. Resignation imposed as I've been shedding the seconds and applying the formula, you see? Maybe we're all just numbers after all. Logically impaired, conducive to rapid exchange and repeating, repeating, repeating... till you've run out of those to exploit. Markov entrusts the significant while the steps are outlined. Moments like these are best expressed in binary and systems alike are best explained through song. Yet still, rumor has it you will not be missed and the truth is, I'd rather live by Sicilian proverbs than the words of a modern day savior. In the end, you won't mean much to me. Build a perfect life. Now, build a life and set it on fire.

5. Etcetera

Lesson one: involves a slice of rye and a hand grenade. A reminder to what we once were, a mere glimpse as to all that we will become. Black preceding black. A hint of life (of nothingness) sporadically appears though, as if fate is having fun with us. Vertical incisions require more imagination. Lies are not lies when you're fooling yourself. Lesson two: and the maturity factor. White lined trophies and black book romances just prove walking before crawling. It's pretty hard to keep that tan through the cracks in the walls and it's quite sad to know that you're condemned to long sleeves and food stamps because when he was trying to save you from this place, you were alright. This is the universal. Lesson three: I'm still screaming.

6. Ready Set Explode!

I observed the little things: the swaying of scarves, the king of hearts' clever suicide attempt, a slowly decaying corpse sprinkled with shotgun shells and that "alive" look gleaming in its eyes. The distinction between truth and tale exists in the most crucial of times and explodes like a wine cork getting shot into the night, disappearing under stars and blood while exaggerated through war stories and battle wounds. In retrospect, we dwell on childhood memories while a rain of white lies and battle cries create the stage. The last name is embarrassment preceded closely by reliable. The mind seems to outrun the body and the closeness between me and you is ironically the same as the distant from New York to Duxbury. Shake it up.

7. Her Face Was A Study In Martyred Innocence

I'm sorry is never enough. I drifted into myself and rested her thoughts upon each face turned pale. She resented those light-hearted jokes so I stole another minute. Moments as long as night filled the void. She'll never know. I'll keep quiet this time. How can those eyes that rest so lightly see so deeply? I try to show her but three words come out as two. Another passing day with one single wish, that maybe I'll make her smile. Does she want to know? I'll keep quiet this time. I guess I couldn't quite live up to what you were expecting.

8. Engage Catch Phrase

You won't even hear me coming. Flattery honed like a radar detector. I've mastered the art of procrastination and I've come prepared for situations alike. We'll be fine, alright. Cause we're sick and tired of disguising regret through complexities and catch phrases. Cut the transmission! Burn down the radio lines! This town could use some excitement, it'll be fine. Shakedown tonight! Awkward eyes or a clever disguise, two glares, three stares, try it on for size. You won't even hear me coming. Catch phrase engage it away. Manipulate the masses; this town could use a little excitement. Tonight could use some exaggeration. Catch phrase engage it away. Oh what a day. This place will eat you alive. Yet like a drunk game of dating we search for meaningless moves. Dance to a different beat. Shakedown! And the band played on.

9. Nevertheless She Was A Mess

Paranoia seeks its victims. This is bad news, for I've lost my head again. Even the faint at heart are babbling catch phrases. Oh god, someone deafen me for interest has been exploited. We are saturated in soap opera stricken prose. Beware! I have a disease where borderline intolerance fucks lethargy in rhythmic fashion. You will find me knee deep in regret with a bottle and a bruise reciting tired quotes (oh babe, you've got a lot to lose) and tragic tales. We're not dead enough to matter, yet not alive enough to care. I've lost my head again. I should have seen this one coming. I'm having a hard time believing these are the best years of my life. This is a revolution of lethargy (and pre-determined anxiety attacks.) Awkward fingers push tired pens through desperate acts of terminal illness. This is bad news, for I've lost my head again.

10. Mending Tones From Vowels And Frowns

The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care. Look alive. A nervous narcotic speaks in fragmented code. The stressed and the torn travel ambiguous roads. Escape! Young one. Tenderness has no place in the past. Let's sew it all up and dress tomorrow in stainless steel. Pressed against the horizon in the wittiest sense, combed over in late fifties fashion. Disasters bring forth the most clever of men with a knack for "Francois" and the skill of disguise. Oh no, oh no, it's just a simple play on words. Scratch that, from here on in, we're on a first name basis. We feel fine, we are quite alright and I could give a fuck if we wake up this time. Amongst the sway of ticking tocks, the only key in a sea of locks. Please! Just let the good times roll. The crowds are all alone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care.

11. CA Speech Goodbye

Night displaying the face of loyalty and my tiresome attractions were like blows to the knee. And it's all the same when there is no chance that you will ever wake up. So correct my passion and erase my speech and never let me feel again. While my newly painted carpet expresses your court-ordered burden. No I can't take back each and every defense and no I don't think I will ever understand Now life is playing me like a game of craps and it tends to roll snake eyes. Your first words stating we'd always be together...







ANTERRABAE LYRICS