1. |
Too Close To Home
03:16
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All the things we took for granted
Like the nights we danced forever
Turning chemicals and chaos into song
It's a long deleted history, an alcoholic mystery
A kaleidoscope of blackouts been and gone
I used to be the last man standing
Now you'll find me passed out cold
I'll awaken to a universe of shit
I must've seen that wagging finger
bout a thousand times before
A verbal beating? Won't you just get on with it
I know every stone of that road
It's taken all that I love
I know every stone
and sometimes these stones can hit too close to home
Too Close To Home
I awaken bruised and battered
With my clothes bloodied in tatters
And I'm staring at the steel door of a cell
Well I guess my fists went talking
Cos it cost me two black eyes
a Sunday morning in incarcerated hell
I gotta pull my shit together
cos my lifetime Fading dream
There's no point in looking backwards
cos that will not change a thing
Well I've run low on excuses as if anyone still cares
If you can not take me with you
Then you can not leave me there
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2. |
Generations
03:27
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Cannon fodder hoist the flag
Who will win the next body bag
Another cult devoid of hope
Another type of lynching rope
Full of hate and swivel eyed
White privileged n dead inside
Atrocities the world turns blind
To holocausts and genocide
Generations come
Generations go
Generations fail
And you should know
When the shit hits the fan
you'll be the first to go
Pulling strings behind the lines
A circus to divert the eyes
Killing people on the street
Same old channel on repeat
The population follows blind
Pushing propagandist lies
Atrocities. the world turns blind
To holocausts and genocide
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3. |
Demons
03:53
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Nowhere to turn out on his own
Cursed from the start
Almost born to self destruct
A life abandoned from the start
The days roll into weekends
There's fuck all left to show
It's a timeline void of consequence
One day he'll pay the toll
That road leads nowhere
And you don't wanna go there, son.
It's the road of righteous or
The road to the graveyard, gone.
I heard you spent a lot of years On the wagon
Now it's back to square one.
I guess we all have our demons
I just pray that mine stay dead and gone
Nowhere to turn out on his own
Cursed from the start
His only comfort is the bitterness
The Poison in his heart
That glass is never empty
And he knows no other way
He has no bridges left to burn
There's demons here at play
That road leads nowhere
And you don't wanna go there, son
It's the road of righteous or
The road to the graveyard, gone
I heard you spent a lot of years On the wagon
Now it's back to square one.
I guess we all have our demons
I just pray that mine stay dead and gone
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4. |
Paddy's Curse
03:50
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Runaway runaway boy
Your like a broken boxing day toy
In his head he's the king of the fight
When the drink wears off I'm gonna put him right
You take the hand
And you take the piss!
Same Self-sabotage, destructive
40 years since he last threw that left
Now that times have changed
now you might get slept
You'd start a fight in an empty room
A constant stranger to the truth
Spending money you don't own
Cursed to walk this life alone
Paddy's curse he's got nothing left to lose
Called me up quite some time ago
Looking advice on the telephone
I could almost smell the drink on yer breath
You're just a broken man and not much else
His Anger ruins every fuckin' thing
No coping mechanism on display
A hard man lives inside head
Always writing cheques that never get paid
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5. |
The Brink
03:43
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Welcome to the brink
Its a little taste of armageddon
I didn't think I'd get caught up in a living hell
Our lives come cheap
And it's done is shine a light on
How we get to live today
as consequential Modern slaves
A life dictate to servitude
adapt the correct attitude
The boss that doesn't give a fuck
He plays the numbers game
Damnation to
Isolation to
Stop contagion
from me unto you
Damnation for me
Damnation for you
It's just past 7 weeks
and I'm truly climbing up the walls
Ain't slept for weeks
The depression switches on and off
Communication shot to shit
Everyday spent thinking sick
My tempers short,
My skin is thin
What's become of me
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6. |
Turn My Head
03:15
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It's a dead dark December on the streets tonight
The stricken and inflicted fight the cold to survive
With addiction comes no empathy?
These people have no voice
A zombie generation who never had a choice
This past while we've watched the city die
The sirens wail into the night
Another sick another sorry sight
I turn my head I close my eyes
There's not a lot of hope in this world right now
Some people are cold, some are selfish and proud
Where is the humanity? and where is the light?
When there's a thousand cold souls on the streets tonight
Another kid left to rot and O.D In the rain
A family destroyed when the help never came
We don't know we're living
We don't know our luck
I turn my head. I've seen enough
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7. |
Two Bottles Down
03:09
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Street raised Hand picked
Forgotten and lost kids
Park drunk Late night
Stay outta the fight kids
A vicious cycle Of what we call fun
By the time we found out the damage was done
Saturday down in Belfast Town
And I'm two bottles down I'm two bottles down.
Tonic wine explosion over reggae boss sounds
I'm two bottles down, two bottles down
Brass-necked Streetwise Still up to the old tricks
Hard times Punk rock Straight from the red bricks
Skinheads and punx, the craic in the air
and if you're throwing in then nobody cares
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8. |
The Burden
03:26
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She is a legend
A true beast of burden
And through the carnage
she raised three children
Widowed at 33 and all outta options
She works two jobs She's got to give her kids a future
A filthy mouth and a heart of gold
Salt of the earth, guess we all know the sort
Just keep her off the vodka and there won't be any ructions
She doesn't suffer fools, boy you haven't got a mission
She has suffered She has saved
There's no choice, there's no change
She has suffered She has saved
There's no choice, there's no change
How does she cope with so many problems
She's got mere minutes when she forgets them
Micky left her grieving and the kids went off the rails
The youngest, caught with drugs and she can't afford the bail
Lost a daughter to the needle, a daughter to the street
The knock backs are relentless
Will she ever find her feet?
She needs a sympathetic ear In a cold old town
She's got nowhere to go when the walls come crashing down
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In the days when we were young
In the days of guns and bombs
Our universe it was contained within one street
We would wild those days away
In the wastelands muck and clay
Returning home upon our mother's curfew screech
And I'm proud to be a loudmouth From the working class streets.
The council houses and the corners Places where we cut our teeth
She told me punk was just a phase Tell me how wrong could she be
I've got my pride I've got my roots I've got my streets
Well the primary years flew past
Into the teenage drunken blast
I'm on the beak. I'm into town. No school today
With the words of Jello and Jake Burns
I soon began to learn
That this music, it could be another way
In my twenties with the band
We travelled far-off foreign lands
I always found my way back home onto my street
And I've nursed this broken heart
since that old drink tore it apart
I miss the laughter, I miss the craic, down on the street
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10. |
Forgotten Road
03:37
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I took a stroll through the old estate
I could count the bricks in this ruined maze
The flashbacks help me to cut through the haze
Of missing faces and the big mistakes
I pass the pitches where we used to play
We caused havoc down those alleyways and
All the choices that weren't ours to make
They still haunt me to this very day
A thousand dreams lie broken
By the wayside tonight
As the wind blows down a forgotten road tonight
And I think of those who left us
As I lie awake at night
And listen to rain hit the Belfast streets tonight
A solo walk down the Road ain't changed
The paint it still flakes and the oul lads remain
They're sitting stagnating all waiting for change
So many crave justice just to bury the pain
Some go in circles and the past plays again
Take a walk through the graveyard sure you know it's in vain
And all the choices that weren't ours to make
They still haunt me to this very day
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11. |
All Day Negative Long
03:53
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A curse on humankind
A brain remote controlled
A populous turned blind
Become compassionless and cold
A blind eye to corruption
A blind eye to the greed
A blind eye to the poverty
A blind eye to the thieves
It's the rise of the idiots
The dawn of the dead
There is no asylum
Just a lifetime of dread
Some people laughed when the children drowned
Some people joked as the bombs rained down
If you can't say nothing kind
Better to say nothing at all
As yer choking on your pride
They anticipate yer fall
A blind eye to destruction
A blind eye to the greed
A blind eye to the genocide
A blind eye to the thieves
The rise of the idiots
The dawn of the dead
A fear of education
Let them swallow lies instead
Some people laughed as they shot kids down
Some people joked as the world burned down
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RANT Belfast, UK
RANT ARE
Marty - Guitar & Vox
Deane - Drums
Jamie - Bass & Vox
Brendy -
Guitar
4 Piece Punk Rock band from Belfast City.
Associated acts ; United Bottles,
Takers and Users, Boss Sound Manifesto, Runnin' Riot, Aggressors B.C & Frayed Ends
... more
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