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A History Of Violence
04:00
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Bloody headlines mean the ghost stories must be true
Let 'em talk about us they got nothing better to do
Double darkness riding shotgun with a skeleton crew
Hell driven blindly
No breaks 'til victory
Full-tilt insanity
We're going nowhere
No one can save us
We're going
We're going
Drunk in this sleepless dream
We're going crazy
No one can save us from ourselves
Let's burn down the halls
From the pubs to the palace
You & me got a history of violence
Beaten deadlines, ringing heads, self-induced abuse
Let 'em call it dumb luck
They could use to lose a tooth or two
Going down, slash 'n burn,
One wrong move and we're screwed
Road worn, unholy
Windshield trajectories
The t-shirts fade and crack with age
The scars will heal but the blood remains
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2. |
Tenement Kids
03:07
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Crooks & Castles, cracks and assholes
Fire escapes and lifts
Cloak & dagger, chutes and ladders
Cigarettes and spliffs
Just when you think you've won it all
It kicks you where you live
Ain't no exit on the horizon, son
It is what it is
It kicks you where you live
And that's the way it is
Oh tenement kids
1010 tenement kids
Government blocks got you down on the skids
But you can't go home you're a tenement kid
Single moms with deadbeat sons
And welfare millionaires
Tinfoil hats and ratrace bets
And romance on the stairs
Just when you think you've paid it off
It kicks you where you live
Nowhere to run when rent day comes
It is what it is
It kicks you where you live
And that's the way it is
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3. |
Uncommonwealth
02:28
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From here to obscurity
So this is what it looks like under the bus
The cancerous conformity
With frenemies like these tell me who can you trust?
'Cause I don't wanna kill to live
Shouldn't have to scrape to give
Increase your debt
Pay for health
There's no such thing as common wealth
So near yet so far to me
Let me go out on a limb silence speaks for itself
The crucified casualties
The second profit margin hit you under the belt
'Cause I don't wanna kill to live
Shouldn't have to scrape to give
Increase your debt
Pay for health
There's no such thing as common wealth
Can't afford to give a shit
Can't chip in to play and quit
Destroy the world
Serve yourself
There's no such thing as common wealth
Build it up, tear it down, throw it away
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4. |
Forget Me Knot
03:16
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The scene was silent and the clubs were dark
The band burned out and had lost it's spark
The beast lay dormant in an empty cage
The windows boarded and the doors were chained
And I was drinking on a line or two
I was left with nothing cool to do
You don't forget about rock 'n roll
The tour van and the Fireside Bowl
You don't forget about rock 'n roll
The yeah, yeah, yeahs and the whoah-oh-oh's
Just thinking about a girl I used to know
I'd bring her home just to watch her go
She knew the right words so I'd sing along
The party's over but the song plays on
And I was living lonely like a fool
I was drinking 'til she looked like you
You don't forget about rock 'n roll
Loved songs you don't hear on the radio
You don't forget about rock 'n roll
The yeah, yeah, yeahs and the whoah-oh-oh's
Don't say it's over, don't tell me that it's through
Don't say it's dead 'cause I got news for you
You don't forget about rock 'n roll
Those scratchy records on your stereo
You don't forget about rock 'n roll
The yeah, yeah, yeahs and the whoah-oh-oh's
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5. |
Better Days
03:57
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You never made it outta town
I guess it was too much to ask for
Big dreams they all fall down
The teenage thugs all cops and bouncers
Teddy boys at the central station
No brains, no imagination
Kick your head in if they get a chance
Lace your boots ‘cause we didn’t come to dance
So say goodbye to the good ol’ days
We’ve been through hell and back again
We left a mark, we carved our names
But these are better days
Remember when the times were tough
Remember when you’d had enough
You stand up for the ones you love
‘Cause these are better days
You hit your peak so long ago
You’re still obsessed with faded glory
Now bitterness and sadness shows
It could have been a different story
Bovver boys at the football matches
Harringtons with the racist patches
Kick your head in if they get a chance
Set ‘em up ‘cause we didn’t come to dance
So stop the clocks and freeze the frame
But I’m never going back again
Sunsets come and the seasons change
But I’m living for today… today!
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You thought you had it all worked out
But looking back now I'm sure you have your doubts
'Cause somewhere down the line you lost the plans
Now you're walking head in hands in a fucked up no man's land
And you can't take back the night
You can't take back the night
You can't take back the night you'd rather die
(oh take me back home)
You thought you'd won the final round
Who's got your back now? There's no one else around
As the rain falls down, icy fingers in your face
You can hide from your disgrace bu the tears won't wash away
And you can't take back the night
You can't take back the night
You can't take back the night she said goodbye
(oh take me back home)
You can't take back the night from suicide
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Well I've seen the auto graveyards
And I know where gas can lead
It's time to scrape off the rust and hit the streets
They say that life has many stages
And I've played enough to know
It's not the room but the crowd that makes the show
Turn around, look around, all around
There's no secrets in this town
Even hell is looking down
From the car lots to the scrap yards
Urban deserts and decay
Here we go, look out below, get out of my way
Here's to the sailors and the failures
Yeah the crash of '93
Here's to you, here's to her, and here's to me
Turn around, look around, all around
There's no saviours in this town
Even hell is looking down
Turn around, look around, all around
There's no mangers in this town
Even hell is looking down
Turn around, look around, all around
There's no safe bets in this town
Even hell is looking down
Turn around, look around, all around
There's no regrets leaving town
Even hell is looking down
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There's the ones that pick you up
And the ones that let you down
There's the ones you never call
'Til there's no one else around
All of my friends are like drugs
All of my friends are like drugs
There's the ones that get you high
And the ones that swing you low
There's the ones that make you wait
'Til you think they'll never show
It's not a matter of whether you need them
It's just a connection that you made
They're a partner with a drink on the weekend
'Til the morning comes again
They're the ones who say go slow
And the ones who make you race
There's the ones you say you love
But you're sure you'll learn to hate
There's the ones that always make the cut, man
And the ones that fail the grade
There's the ones that always drive you nuts
And there's the ones that keep you sane
All of my friends are like drugs
And all I wanna do is get fucked up
All of my friends are like drugs
And all I wanna do is get fucked up with you
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10. |
Frankie Come Home
03:44
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Born with a bad case of double vision
The streets in the East never knew what hit 'em
Gonna burn out bright
We never run from the flashing lights
A face to the cops and the politicians
A face of disgrace on your television
Gonna burn out bright
We never run from the flashing lights
This is a love song for broken hands and hearts
This is the story of how we came apart
'Cause the East End lights are shining bright tonight
Oh Frankie come home
And the city keeps our secrets locked inside
Oh Frankie come home
on a night like this I need you by my side
So I'll leave on a light
Born in the East with your motor running
Out on the tracks never saw it coming
You were burning bright
You never ran to the flashing lights
Slipped off the edge in a single motion
A ship set adrift in a stormy ocean
You were burning bright
You never ran to the flashing lights
This is a love song for broken hands and hearts
This is the story of how we came apart
Yeah the West End lights all shine for you tonight
Oh Frankie come home
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If you're hearing these words
One of us has died
If you're hearing these words
One of us ain't alive
I never wanted to say these words
I never wanted them to be heard
If you're hearing these words
One of us is crying
If you're hearing these words
One of us ain't around
If you're hearing these words
One of us has been put down
I never wanted to sing these words
I never wanted to write this verse
If you're hearing these words
One of us ain't fine
There ain't no good time to say goodbye
Just a sad song beating me up inside
If you hear these words just cry
Just cry
There ain't no good time to say goodbye
If you try and find it it's a waste of time
If you're hearing these words it's time
It's time
To let pigs fly
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12. |
A Positive Note
02:36
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There's nothing left to do or say
Too late, won't change
Too bad, alas there is no hope
At least we can end on a positive note
The story drags, one last cliché
Too late, won't change
We're hanging in at the end of our ropes
At least we can end on a positive note
Note
No Hope
At least we can end on a positive note
The credits roll, the fanfare plays
Too late, won't change
Fuck you, goodnight, that's all she wrote
At least we can end on a positive note
The story drags, one last cliché
Too late, won't change
It's finally clear, the lump in my throat
At least we can end on a positive note
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The Black Halos Vancouver, British Columbia
Vancouver punk rock & roll since 1994!
Original members Rich Jones, Billy Hopeless, and Jay
Millette are back and joined by bassist John Kerns (The Age Of Electric) and drummer Danni Action (ACIIDZ). How The Darkness Doubled is out now on Stomp Records!
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