I was feeling old today,
i know there comes a point,
when there's nothing left to say,
lately everything sounds the same,
the things i hate in this fucking world,
haven't gone away
Tomorrow, if i haven't lost my mind,
i'll beg and borrow all the words i can't define,
today i woke up and i had nothing to say,
24th and castro on any saturday
It's hard to live with yourself,
when all the power seems to belong to someone else,
it's pretty easy to concede,
when everything around you,
seems just like all the proof you need
Tomorrow, i'll try to change my mind,
i'll beg and borrow all the words i can't define,
today i woke up and i had nothing to say,
24th and mission on any saturday
I'd like to say we'll work it out,
but every single issue seems to have an equal set of doubts,
when our souls were alive,
and thought only of pleasure,
when we heaved soundless sighs,
free of pride
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- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower