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Fugazi
13 Songs
I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time, the water down a drain
Everybody's moving, everybody's moving
Everybody's moving, moving, moving, moving
Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don't want the news
I'm not a part of it
I don't want the news
I have no use of it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down -- tonight
Because they can't get up
Come on and get up
Come on and get up
But I don't sit idly by
I'm planning a big suprise
I'm gonna fight
For what I want to be
And I won't make the same mistakes -- cos I know
Because I know how much time that wastes -- and function
Function is the key
In the waiting room
I don't want the news
I'm not a part of it
I don't want the news
I have no use of it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down -- tonight
Because they can't get up
Come on and get up
In the waiting room
Sittin' in the waiting room
Sittin' in the waiting room
Sittin' in the waiting room
Sittin' in the waiting room -- tonight
Because they can't get up
Ahistorical
You think this shit just dropped right out of the sky
My analysis:
It's time to harvest the crust from your eyes
To surge and refine,
To rage and define ourselves
Against your line,
So sorry friend you must resign
You want to figure it out
We'll throw down, we'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out
Well throw down your bulldog front
Bold bold mouthtalking not so bold
Now that you've eaten your own
Lips flecked, mouth specked
You strip the skin right out off of the bone
But I would never say
You act without precision or care
But it's all attention to armor,
To the armor you wear so well
You want to figure it out
We'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out
Well throw down your bulldog front
You want to figure it out
You want to figure it out
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
You want to figure it out
We'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out
Well throw down your bulldog front
You want to figure it out
You want to figure it out
You can't be what you were
So you better start being
Just what you are
You can't be what you were
The time is now, it's running out
It's running out, it's running running running out
You can't be what you were
So you better start living the life
That you're talking about
You can't be what you were
The no movement, the no movement, the no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind
The no movement, the no movement, the no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind
The no movement, the no movement
It betrays a bad mind
The no movement, the no movement, the no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind
You're always talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit now
But you will talk your selves out
There's something acting on this body
Something goes in when nothing comes out
And someone's acting on this information
But nothing's registered from this location
From this site that I sense that I am, in asking
What is this burning in my
What is this burning in my
What is this burning in my eyes?
What is this burning in my eyes?
I wanted a language of my own
My lips sucked empty and I mouthed the lines
Of this crowd that surrounds me
Punctured and parceled I fold my hand
To this site that I sense that I am, in asking
What is this burning in my
What is this burning in my
What is this burning in my eyes?
What is this burning in my eyes?
There's this burning in my
There's this burning in my
There's this burning in my eyes?
There's this burning in my eyes?
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
You've got your hands over your ears
You've got your mouth running on
You've got your eyes looking for something
That can never be found -- like a reason
Good god I don't need a reason
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never thought too hard on the dying
I never held the hand of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
And you got to
And you got to
And you got to
Give me the shot
Give me the pill
Give me the cure
Now what you've done to my world
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never thought on the dead
I never walk the side of dying before
And now I feel like I'm
And now I feel like I'm
Under your skin
Like I'm over your eyes
I'm at the tip of your finger
Don't need a reason
Give me the shot
Give me the pill
Give me the cure
You've done to my world
Comin' around
Comin' around
Comin' around
Comin' down
Give me the shot
Give me the pill
Give me the cure
Now what you've done to my world
Give me the shot
Now come on -- Give me the pill
Give me the cure
Now what you've done to my world
Give me the shot
Why can't I walk down a street... free of suggestion?
Why can't I walk down a street... free of suggestion?
Is my body my only trait... in the eyes of men?
In the eyes of men?
I've got some skin
You want to look in
I've got some
There lays no reward -- in what you, in what you -- in what you discover
You spent yourself boy watching me suffer
Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation of what it is
Of what it is, of what it is, of what it is
Of what it is, of what it is, of what it is to be a man
I've got some skin
You want to look in
I've got some
She does nothing to deserve it
He look at her cos he wants to observe it
We sit back like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just wants, he wants to prove it
She does nothing to remove it
We don't want anyone to mind us
So we play the roles that they assigned us
She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her cos he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
We are all where
We are all GUILTY!
I... I spent it all
I... I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
I... I spent it all
The sun comes up, the tide rolls out
The trucks roll by the park still a park
Where children play, pick up stones
Anything to make them feel less alone, he's alone
His mind is his own town
Where his thoughts run aground
They fall all over and down
I... I spent it all
I... I spent it all
On the bag
Can't you see I'm drag
I... I spent it all
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back
We crawl our way to the house we call home
He holds his home palm of his hand
And he says, and he says
You are my everyone, you are my anyone
You are my anytime, you are my everytime
You are my everywhere...anywhere...
You make yourself so beautiful,
You make yourself so, so beautiful
And I feel like I'm gonna,
I'm gonna set myself on fire.
I'm gonna set myself up at a window,
This margin walker wants a clear view,
This margin walker wants a clear shot,
Now I'm shooting it right on you.
Untraceable, untranslatable -- now
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do -- here it comes
Trajectory passing right through me
Threads my needle sends it right through you.
You make yourself so visible,
You make yourself so, so miserable,
And I feel, I feel like
I'm in the tread of some bastard jealousy.
Up here, 'bove the avenue,
Up here, where the things you do,
They lend me a problem with the language,
Split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.
Untraceable, untranslatable -- now
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do -- here it comes
Trajectory passing right through me
Pull my needle sends it right through you.
You -- I want a clear shot through you -- you
To you -- I want a clear shot through you
Untraceable, untranslatable -- now
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do -- here it comes
Trajectory passing right through me
Pull my trigger sends it right through you.
Yes I know this is politically correct
But it comes to you spiritually direct
An attempt to thoughtfully affect your way of thinking
That is if you believe in race
And that you were born in the right time and place
This is a thought, about face your way of thinking
Your way of...
Your way of...
Your way of...
Your way of...
And the same could be said
For all the people lying dead
For them to die was only distraction
And what they found out a bit too late
Got twisted up with all that hate
And now it's nothing but reaction
If you have to carry a gun
To keep your fragile seat at number one
This is a bullet you can't outrun your way of thinking
So wait and see, it's coming round
Conscripted through the lost and found
And still we find so tightly wound your way of thinking
Your way of...
Your way of...
Your way of...
Your way of...
And the same could be said
For all the people lying dead
For them to die was only distraction
And what they found out a bit too late
Got twisted up with all that hate
And now it's nothing but reaction
Action. Reaction. Action.
Action. Reaction. Action.
Action. Reaction. Action.
Action. Action. Reaction.
Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
We are consumed by society
We are obsessed with variety
We are all filled by anxiety
World will not survive
We gotta put it out
Put it out
We gotta put it out -- The sky is burning
We gotta put it out
Gotta put it out
Put it out -- The water's burning
We gotta put it out
Put it out
Put it out -- The earth is burning
Outrage
Then they say...
Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
The world is not our facility
We have a responsability
To use all of our abilities
To keep this place alive
We gotta put it out
Put it out
We gotta put it out -- The sky is burning
We gotta put it out
Gotta put it out
Put it out -- The water's burning
We gotta put it out
Put it out
Put it out -- The earth is burning
Right here!
Right now!
Do it!
Do it! Now!
Do it. Now!
Do it. Now!
Do it. Now!
Do it!
Somewhere in these private minds,
The last one comes just in time to
Clear out the chambers and sew up the lips,
That's the price to pay for hoping every slips not a slide.
In other words not to get it wrong,
It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
Secured under the weight of watchful eyes,
Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies.
Somewhere in these prying hearts
Conflicting histories tear us apart
We hope we don't get what we deserve,
Hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve.
Somewhere in these private minds,
The last one comes just in time to
Clear out the chambers and sew up the lips,
That's the price to pay for hoping every slips not a slide.
Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips
Steel levelled, chest level smear my lips
Let them slip into a smile
Because now after awhile it's all we're seen to do.
Yeah! business is as business does
Trash is trash until it's sealed from above
And left on to the corner of your mind to disappear.
Yeah!
Lockdown the remains.
Lockdown the remains.
Machine works best when the machine's not shy,
Trash is trash but trash from cash must divide.
Body bent body doubled, dismissed by time
5 to 9 will serve the 9 to 5. Now come on.
Lockdown the remains.
Lockdown the remains.
Words
Words and expressions
All these confessions
Of where we stand
How I see you and you see me
Dedications of symmetry
Together
We will be
Forever
Promises are shit
We speak the way we breathe
Present air will have to do
Rearrange and see us through
Stupid fucking words
Tangle us in our desires
Free me from this give and take
Free me from this great debate
There were no truer words than when spoken
Let that stand as it should
there was nothing left when broken
We grab anything when we fall
Promises are shit
We speak the way we breathe
Present air will have to do
Rearrange and see us through
Stupid fucking words
Tangle us in our desires
Free me from this give and take
Free me from this great debate
You will do what you do
And I will do what I do
And we will do what we do
Rearrange and see it through
You will do what you do
And I will do what I do
And we will do what we do
Rearrange and see it through
Rearrange
Go where you think you wanna go
Do everything you were sent here for
Fire at will if you hear that call
Touch your hand to the wall at night
Go where you think you wanna go
Do everything you were sent here for
Fire at will if you hear that call
Touch your hand to the wall at night
Promises, promises, promises -- Words.
Promises, promises, promises -- Words.
Promises, promises, promises -- Words.
Promises, promises, promises -- Words.
Fugazi.
Brendan Canty -- drums.
Joe Lally -- bass guitar.
Ian MacKaye -- guitar & vocals.
Guy Picciotto -- vocals & guitar.
Popsloppy guitar on Provisional by Edward Janney.
Song Waiting Room to Glue Man recorded at Inner Ear Studios 6/88.
Rest of the songs recorded and mixed at Southern Studios 12/88. Additional recording at Greenhouse Studios.