Good enough for me!

by Lakeside Drive

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released January 30, 2010

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Track Name: The Rant
The scholar can’t find a job cause he knows too much.
The girl on the street corner looking for lust;
Her pockets are full, from her courting,
Goes to a party, gone by the morning.

Money, power, and borders don’t even really exist.
Who ever said we’d have to live life like this?

Trying to find a mold that isn’t there,
Finding something worth a care.
Marketing directors raping the meek,
Weak prey is what they seek.
 
But, I will not harmonize,
I will not believe in lies,
I will not just be OK,
I will stand and fight today.

Capitalist whores and cabernet bores,
Living their lives for things they can’t afford
School teacher tells little Johnny to be quiet,
One day he’ll wake up and start a riot

There’s a need to believe in things that aren’t known,
Its an endless cycle of humanity to own,
Semiotics and wars: the fear of being alone,
If we stand alone we will be free.
Track Name: New Slaves
New slaves, same old masters,
We grow, they’re the same old bastards.
New slaves, same old masters,
Same shit, just a little faster.
 
They say new progress for you,
Computer revolution, Internet 2,
You got a voice and you got a medium?
All you got is a new place to stick your thumb.
 
21st century world at your fingertips,
But you never leave the office,
Your grandfather used to sew the land,
Now you sew the market,
 
New slaves, same old masters,
We grow, they’re the same old bastards.
New slaves, same old masters,
Same shit, just a little faster.
 
Either way you’re still the same,
Big pie at the top,
Rest trickles down to the bottom,
Eat your shit sandwich.
 
No more whips and chains,
But we still work pretty cheap,
American Dream, a place to sleep,
And a chance to win the lottery.
 
New slaves, same old masters,
We grow, they’re the same old bastards.
New slaves, same old masters,
Same shit, just a little faster.
 
Faceless, one percent elite own
Billions that they don’t need,
Only reason they keep it,
To keep their loafer on you.
 
The strongest chains you’ll ever see,
Are the ones you are wearing.
Just because you have a nice house,
Doesn’t mean you are free.
 
Yea, yea yea
Turn it off
Yea yea yea
Nothing you can do
Track Name: Number One
thought i found number one
but i guess i was only fourteen
when they finally ended three
i gave away all the repeats

then one became four
i found out what to look for
it was right in front of me
i realized what was missing

look out for number one, number one, one

now i'm on twenty eight
and i feel like i've started too late
but i still have time
to do anything that is on mind

all these ones that come and go
but there's one never changing
always passing through time
i realized one is i
Track Name: Evolution
God created man,
Man got rid of god,
Man created machine,
Machine got rid of man,
Not really though
Track Name: The Knowledge of Dissembling
In a search for meaningful dialogue
The resistance of exploration
arises Leaving rhetorical monologue,
succumbed by well known vices.
 
A question to the power is a wasted breath
when both know there is nothing to be illuminated.
The construction of just in the mind
leads to a designed resolution

The Knowledge of Dissembling,
I wish I could see,
The Knowledge of Dissembling,
What does it mean?
 
The search for truth is a meaningless god
When bathed in hollow devices.
Paint the landscape with bombs and fright,
Anything will do to make a new crisis.
 
three hundred million of Pavlov’s dogs
Salivating for cash and prizes,
Life turned to an elimination competition.
The truth is nothing is there.
 
Freudian commercials and phallic symbols,
Crying preachers and big money winners,
Build another building, slay another sinner,
The truth is nothing there.
 
The Knowledge of Dissembling,
Something I wish I could see,
The Knowledge of Dissembling,
What does it mean?
Track Name: Feardom USA
Kenyan born socialist,
I’ll never make the fucking rent,
Crocodile tears, fake sadness,
Add another Hitler to the list.
 
Enraged townhall anarchy,
Mushroom cloud from a smoking gun,
Post-McCarthy fresh blacklist,
Nuremberg Trials, self control.

Welcome to Feardom,
You’re living in Feardom,
God Bless Feardom,
Feardom, USA.
 
The car looks a little strange
Stock that bomb shelter full
Multinational conspiracy
Death by own fecundity

Misguided hippies-empty dreams,
Airplane crashes, lightning strikes,
Democracy Commy, Fundamentalist,
Oligarchy choke on it.

Put a leash on your kid
Apocalypse is coming soon
Brown men with little bombs
and don't forget the pig flu

Lock your doors grab your guns
Don't leave your house at night
Its the center of the universe.
How could Hell be any worse