Tireda Fightin

by Flagland

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released May 23, 2012

Recorded and Mixed Nov 10-16, 2011 at Excello Recording in Brooklyn, NY by Hugh Pool, assisted by Charlie Deschants
Mastered by Nick Dooley

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Rodents skittering across the wasteland floor: that's the company I like to keep.
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Track Name: Tireda Fightin
I've talked a lot of shit and I paid for it
And I shout at my share of friends. I still love 'em in the end,
Just lately I'm so fucking tired,
If someone says a nasty word I'll just walk away.
I'm tired of fighting.
Lately I'm getting tired of everyone.
"Go away! Go away!"
Save me from getting fried up in the sun.
"No way! No way!"
Gonna need a hand through the wasteland.
No save points for fifty miles? No way!
Everybody loves you good.
Nobody loves me and neither do I think they should,
Y'know?
Nobody loves you, son.
Everybody loves me, I'm fun,
Y'know?
I know, alright?
Track Name: (In) Shards
I've been to Hell up into now.
I've been shucked out of my shell.
I've been at the end of a machine
Hooked up to tubes inside my veins.
I'm in shards.
Hey kid!
I've been around; I've been in town.
I've seen the best of men go down:
Reduced to tears from alcohol;
Head under a pillow, going through withdrawal.
We all bear scars from these pains.
I'm in shards.
Hey kid!
I've been alive and I've been dead.
Took eighty sleep-pills to the head.
I've crawled through fields of broken glass.
Had foreign objects up the ass...
A little too far,
A little too hard
And I'm in shards.
I'm in shards.
Track Name: I Need It
I'm not comfortable in crowds;
Need a drink to calm me down…or several.
I don't talk when there's people around,
Unless I'm floating on a cloud of devils…
They're pointy.
They take me home. I can't drive!
Locked inside a mental cage.
Let me out! I'll act my age…for a while.
Let me out! You have the key.
Coke, weed, sex, or ecstasy: it's my style.
Get wild!
A grown man acting like a child…
I need it.
I can't sleep a wink without a drink,
A little something from the Coffer of Lies.
I can't seem to sleep unless I steep
Up to my eyes in filth…put it in your body!
Take the filth
And put it in your body where it goes to your head.
Little bitty hero! I take my pill.
Little bitty hero! 100mg.
Little bitty hero! And when I'm ill...
Little bitty hero! …I take it still.
Kerry took too many drugs.
Kerry's out there giving hugs to strangers.
Kerry's lying on his back.
Kerry had a heart attack, he's in danger
Of dying
But no one does a thing.
I need it.
Track Name: East/West
Read it in a magazine:
Something 'bout the separate scene.
One has tons of shining sun,
The other has a rat problem.
Read it in a magazine:
Something 'bout the separate scene.
One where everybody's high,
The other can't see stars at night.
West coast = best coast.
East coast…beast coast?
Got a feeling, something like an unfocused fear
Weighing a ton…no fun!
Got a feeling that I'll never get out of here
And get me a face full of beautiful sun…I'm not the only one!
Read it in a magazine:
Something 'bout the separate scene.
One's a sort of surfer heaven,
The other's got 9/11.
West coast…best coast?
East coast = beast coast.
Track Name: My Apartment
I can hear 'em in the walls, I can hear 'em in the ground.
From the ceiling fan comes a sickening sound:
Conglomeration of a thousand skittering legs.
…Or maybe the bugs are in my head?
Something died in the wall; I can totally tell.
Everybody comes and comments on the sickening smell.
Tore the wall down to see what was stinking up the place.
Found a corpse and it had my face.
My apartment.
Insects all over my skin!
I can feel 'em crawling in.
Insects inside my veins!
I can hear their tiny screams.
Insects all over my skin!
I can feel 'em crawling in.
Insects inside my veins...
Cut 'em out with razor blades!
Someone's trying to break his way into my home;
Hear him knock, knock, knocking on the door when I'm alone.
Suddenly he's pounding and he busts it in.
See his face and it's me again.
My apartment.
I opened the window to get some fresh air
And I fell out onto the street,
And then I went up the stairs to my apartment and fell out again,
And I crawled up the stairs to my apartment and fell out again,
And I crawled up the stairs to my apartment and jumped out again,
And everyone was watching
But they didn't do anything.
They just watched…
Watch me die.
Track Name: Liar
Congratulations on your station!
Your fat ass sits on the top while shit lands on us with a plop.
Hierarchy…don't tell me that shit slides downhill.
Anarchy…overbooked now we're kicked off the bill.
Ectoplasm, ghost orgasm.
I eat your placenta while I move into the center tile.
Check and mate! Thought I won but now I'm on the run.
My mistake: thinking that I could outrun your gun.
I find it hard to believe this injustice will lose you any sleep.
I find it hard to stand by while you get your load off all in my eye.
Looking out for number one, right?
If number one is you, well I guess that that makes me number two: shit.
Congratulations on your station!
Your fat ass sits on the top while shit lands on us with a plop.
Hierarchy…don't tell me that shit slides downhill.
Anarchy…overbooked now we're kicked off the bill.
Ectoplasm, ghost orgasm.
I eat your placenta while I move into the center tile.
Check and mate! Thought I won but now I'm on the run.
My mistake: thinking that I could outrun your gun.
Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar!
Track Name: Lightning Bolt
That girl's a free spirit!
That means she doesn't give a fuck about anyone.
That girl is a liar! She's got a fire inside her.
Of course you'd fall in love with someone like that.
That girl won't be held down by the weight of your heavy, heavy love,
And you thought she'd worship it like something from above? No!
People like that who everybody loves…
People like that who you can't believe exist…
People like that who you never see em down…
People like that tend not to stick around.
You love a lightning bolt.
Like in a flash she's here and then she disappears.
You love a lightning bolt.
Like an exploding star you see from way afar.
You love a lightning bolt.
And if you try to touch, you'll probably turn to dust.
You love a lightning bolt and now it's gone away.
Track Name: The Corrupta
Rock your body to and fro.
Slip the mescaline down your throat.
The corrupta's at the show.
He's gonna get you drunk and stoned.
The corrupta...
Yeah, you bet he'll jump your bones
Just the second that you're alone.
The corrupta's on his phones
Getting mad oxyblowdones.
The corrupta...
One blink of an eye and he's across the room.
One blink of an eye and he's dispensing 'shrooms.
You turn your head and he's smoking rock.
You'll either be dead or not able to talk; he'll stick it either way.
As for right now,
He's got the money.
He's got the fun, honey!
Alcomohol spoils us all.
You're high self-esteem is going to fall.
You bet he'll be there when you're coming down.
He's wearing a smile; you're wearing a frown (go down).
Floating on a fucking cloud.
Make your way, dazed, through the crowd.
The corrupta's looking around
And you're the target that he's found.
The corruptor…
One blink of an eye and he's across the room.
One blink of an eye and he's dispensing 'shrooms.
You turn your head and he's smoking rock.
You'll either be dead or not able to talk; he'll fuck you either way.
Track Name: Vigil
No, I don't want it.
Been awake so long I can see the sun.
Know I'm not the only one who
Watches over everything.
Up all night on my vigil,
Songbirds pecking on my skull.
Peck a hole into my head,
Now I'm bleeding out all red.
All my songs are on the floor.
25, or maybe more, that I forgot to record.
No, I don't want it,
The responsibility of dreams.
Pounding on my head it seems that
Someone's tap-dancing on my skull;
It's Parisi tapping out a groove.
Don't kill yourself, you're an awesome dude!
Everybody's so fucked up
From the pain that they've sucked up.
Sometimes I worry about my friends.
I'll stay up all night again, watching over everything.