Stillframe

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Get Things

by The Ism

Released 2010
Colourful Mountain Records/Replay Records
Released 2010
Colourful Mountain Records/Replay Records
  • 00:23
    Intro
  • 03:41 Lyrics
    Too Late to Die Young

     

    VERSE

    you were the one
    yr the chosen son
    now yr under the gun.
    live as you will
    die as you please
    now yr down on yr knees.
    do what you can
    with the severed hand
    given you by the man.
    you were the one
    their chosen son
    at the end of a gun.


    CHORUS

    they're all to blame 
    but (you) die for their shame
    sell beatitude 
    blood=wine 
    flesh is food.

    OUTRO

    its too late to die young 
    its too late to die young

     

  • 03:43
    Aqueous Humour
  • 04:01 Lyrics
    Regurgitator

    VERSE

    I'm crowded in on every side
    By minds sealed shut, mouths open wide
    Regurgitating points of view
    Just like they've been instructed to
    Convictions rolling off your tongue
    You can't say where you got them from 
    But you'll die for them nonetheless
    Or kill someone you've never met

    CHORUS

    Regurgitate
    You're sure to choke that way
    The words you say
    Ignorance on display
    Can't understand 
    You play into their hands
    The master plan
    Recruiting those who can
    Regurgitate

    VERSE

    Shit keeps rolling off your tongue
    Give up your chance to be someone
    Trade off your sense of right and wrong
    It's easier to get along
    Convictions rolling off your tongue
    You can't say where you got them from 
    But you'll die for them nonetheless
    Or kill someone you've never met

  • 08:15
    A major
  • 05:15 Lyrics
    Common Scent

    VERSE

    Who is gonna write yr president
    When the letter's already been sent
    What's gonna give you common sense
    When yr lacking self resonance
    Oh...

    Who is gonna want to let us in
    When we're living in a severed den
    Who's ever gonna smell yr shit
    When you lack yr own common scent
    Oh...

    What's the point in preserving this
    If it's nothing but some senseless hiss
    Who's gonna wanna lend a hand
    When everything's already been planned
    Oh...

    Who's gonna pay the president
    When the check has already been spent
    Who'll ever wanna listen in
    To a sound they've already condemned
    Oh...

    Who's gonna be your president
    When we've killed all present men
    Who's gonna be the present man
    When you've taken all yr planet's land


    CHORUS

    It's becoming your home

  • 00:29
    Intermission
  • 05:00 Lyrics
    Hot Jacket

    VERSE

    he's looking out for you
    he's got yr money too
    next time you better think it thru
    you better think outside yr head
    he's watching what you do
    he's got it in for you
    watch out this afternoon
    yr gonna think of things to saa-a-ay
    he's coming after you
    hot jacket and shiny boots
    got a thing or two to prove
    but no one ever looks that waa-a-ay
    check out that other dude
    he's looking over you
    past bills are overdue
    gotta pay them when you can
    its not that hard for you
    but its not that easy too
    someday yr gonna wish that you
    had figured out a thing to saa-a-ay
    don't cut yr life in two
    don't spend yr money dude
    tonight yr gonna come unglued
    and take a trip outside yr head WAAAAOOOOWW!!!

  • 05:09 Lyrics
    C'mon

    Toasty Christmas Wishes To You

  • 03:38 Lyrics
    Moral Compass

    VERSE

    And I bet you don't even think
    Who you let control what you'll be 
    Need a Judge of simplicity 
    Up above or down underneath
    Send your love up into the sky
    While your brother lays there and dies
    Need a Judge, some words to live by
    Up above, only in your mind


    CHORUS

    Open your eyes
    Open your eyes
    Missing inside 
    A moral compass

    VERSE
     
    And I know you won’t ever try
    Seeing things through another’s eyes
    Need a Judge to keep you in line
    Up above watching from on high
    Saving up your apologies
    Send them up, imaginary
    Need a Judge - that's not what you need
    Up above, a head that's empty

  • 02:34 Story
    Kommander
  • 04:20 Lyrics
    Get Things

    VERSE

    Tell us what we've got
    Sorry I'm not listening
    Babies shake and twist
    Do the sexy exorcist
    I don't give a shit
    I've yet to find a shoe that fits
    Petty tabloid nudes
    Think that I just puked a little


    CHORUS

    Get Things


    VERSE

    Vitamins can help
    Tune you in and drop you out
    Then you turn it on
    Turn around and take your pill
    I got my cup filled
    Need a hand to pour it out
    Sit and pitch a fit
    Pour me down the drain

  • 08:55
    Reprise (Slight Return)