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BMI
00:53
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2. |
Peers
03:03
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You found it on a torrent file sharing site
Downloaded by you
You stored it on a computer hard drive
Then a dollar was received because of your activities online
Your mom asked if you’re using Pirate Bay
You answered ’Hell no, mom. No way. Not today.’
But that’s OK, ’cause the songs we play
Sound the same anyway
And all the gold that I’ve been told about
Is too heavy to hold
You blogged about the message and what it means to you
You even embedded a SoundCloud
In hope that it helps out with crowds at gigs
You remixed our wings and sampled sounds of birds
Promoting what has been born on
Web 2.0 platforms on the internet
But that’s OK, ’cause the songs we play
Sound the same anyway
And all the gold that I’ve been told about
Is too heavy to hold
Can this go wrong, sharing a Dad Rocks! song
With friends putting folk songs on
For people to sing along
Or will the band soon be gone?
Let’s settle on getting along
And help us to carry on
Let’s focus on counting on
Each other, not turn upon
So share this song with everyone
It will not be frowned upon
As long as you build upon
Things we have undergone
And that’s OK, cause the songs we play
Sound the same anyway
And all the gold that I’ve been told about
Is too heavy to hold
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Daughter Track
04:24
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A vast majority of all the employees
Admit taking care of their own elderly
This always interferes with their performance at work
Her parents are ageing, while she is working
There’s no time for nursing, which leads to cursing
A minor setback and she’ll choose the daughter track
Taking the time off from her work
Easily results in something absurd
When her dad breaks his hip
And her moms vision blurs
The great partnerships will never occur
She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed
Looking at her smartphone until they are dead
Then she returns to the job that drives her mad
Then the funeral industry
Will start a fight over your parents bodies
They’ll even bite and they say that they care
To capture their market share
Then she explains to her son that
Grandpa is gone and
I’m running late cause
It’s half past eight
And I’m too busy to answer
If I’ll ever die of cancer
Taking the time off from her work
Easily results in something absurd
When her dad breaks his hip
And her moms vision blurs
The great partnerships will never occur
She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed
Looking at her smartphone until they are dead
Then she returns to the job that drives her mad
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4. |
Cyber Bullies
03:41
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Someones daughters first day in school
She shares a classroom full of eggs from cuckoos
When they hatch they’ll bully her through her teens
They’ll even utilize electronic means
Bullied by a fake profile on a screen
A screen her parents gave her, attached to a machine
To avoid the talks and carry out routines
Turning around I felt a fist pound me in the face
On digital ground the birth of a sound of words that waste
A beautiful nerd
A beautiful girl
Then she rose up and told them to stop to hit on girls
Bullies were fucked when the gun it was cocked by her hand
With blood in her curls
Burrying bullets in begging bullies
But birds aren’t the biggest bullies on these branches
Being a kid in school is taking life chances
Waving goodbye in the schoolyard’s needle nest
My palm starts sweating as I hope for the best
Hoping the cyber bullies give my kid a rest
Turning around I felt a fist pound me in the face
On digital ground the birth of a sound of words that waste
A beautiful nerd
A beautiful girl
Then she rose up and told them to stop to hit on girls
Bullies were fucked when the gun it was cocked by her hand
With blood in her curls
Burrying bullets in begging bullies
Turning around she felt a fist pound her in the face
When hitting the ground the birth of a sound of words that waste
A beautiful nerd
A beautiful girl
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5. |
Managed
03:03
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A post traumatic job switcher
Changed jobs after a disaster
Where he lost a half sister
Because he wasn’t with her
He never looks back to when he was a child
He stopped writing songs, the words weren’t right
He manages computer files
He’s in love with his desk where they manage his heart
Got bored of his looks and changed his style
At work they asked him to put on a smile
He does as he’s asked cause times are hard
Cause he needs that credit on his visa card
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In the Seine
04:20
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Would you find me my water wings?
I’ll bring them along with me
Cause my bank drowns me the coming spring
Just pay them back the fee
But I bought a new car with my credit card
Is that what you really need?
And drove straight to the nearest bar
Where you drown in whiskey
Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere
Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere
In a modern metropolis
Where everyone succeeds
I heard a poet in the abyss
Do you have the car keys?
Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere
Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere
Passing the land on to my kids
Grown ups forever at the end of their tether
On the land
Hearing a whistle under the lid
From a neo punkrocker leaking old seawater
On the sand
Turn me into the European mold
After the slaughter, next to the farmers daughter
In the Seine
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Waves
04:39
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These dolls are all wearing mini skirts
Fishnet stockings and see through shirts
Was the toymaker a pervert?
Well now he’s just hitting pay dirt
And dad wants to do all the good deeds
Including buying his daughter everything she needs
She knows her nagging will succeed
Provided the begging is consistent and on repeat
Eventually dad will concede
And reach for his wallet, guaranteed
A plastic toy tells her how a young boy likes girls to show
A little bit of their naked skin
Is it for the common good that magazines tell boys that they should
Spend another hour at the gym
The budget is gigantic and the adds turn parents manic, well
Is this industry out on a limb?
Then another wave of media hits your home with movie stars
And you hope to god your kids can swim
Will this body image forever stay in the newborns eyes
Eyes that are opening this wide for the very first time
Opened with a sharp surgical knife on which the blade reflects a child
Living a life where everyone has to strife, where the fittest survive
A plastic toy tells her how a young boy likes girls to show
A little bit of their naked skin
Is it for the common good that magazines tell boys that they should
Spend another hour at the gym
The budget is gigantic and the adds turn mommy manic, well
Is this industry out on a limb?
Then another wave of media hits your home with movie stars
And you hope to god your kids can swim
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Pro-filing
05:02
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Different language, different skin
Makes flying a different thing
At the customs checking in
When eyes start flickering
The salesman sings out to me: ”It’s made of wood
Make yourself understood”
He wants to sell a used and dirty soapbox
To stand on and share my thoughts
But the nails in this box are rusty and old
My shoes are new, my soul is cold
As we take off and trust these useful wings
I try to think of better things
Traveling with different name and skin
Next to me a man worn thin
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9. |
White Collar
03:11
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He’s a stay-at-work dad
He makes the boss glad
But chokes on chicken bones
When he eats at home
His breathing turned hard
When his only son starved
Where he left him in the kitchen with a bone
Where he left him in the kitchen all alone
I’m handcuffed to the weights
My foot’s tied to the brakes
I’m told that I should hate
Those who won’t generate
An income for the state
Or contribute to the birth rate
The ones who are overweight
And stopped smoking way too late
He has a white-collar job
In a skyscraper at the top
He worked his way up there
While he fed his wife hot air
Like when he said:
’I want to take part
In my sons school start
Amongst the new cosmetic underclass
Who sit all day long on their ass’
I’m handcuffed to the weights
My foot’s tied to the brakes
I’m told that I should hate
Those who won’t generate
An income for the state
Or contribute to the birth rate
The ones who are overweight
And stopped smoking way too late
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10. |
Body Mass Index
04:03
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Some struggle with salaries
And battle decrease
You struggle with calories
And battle with me
Your weight is low but your eyes still glow
As you go through hell
And the hospital smell
Fills your hospital cell
This ambulance can’t go any faster
Your BMI is close to disaster
Your weight is low but your eyes still glow
As you go through hell
And the hospital smell
Fills your
Hands are cold as your heart unfolds
And the sound of hell - it’s the sounding bell
It sounds a farewell
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