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Hotoa'a
01:55
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Riders on the storm
Thats what they called us
Rebels with out a cause
Nobody could stop us
Definitions by impressions we won't control at all
Mobbing through the city with
With the tribe on our back
Getting caught up in the feeling
Of reviving the passed
Two young bucks
Freedom was the loudest siren call
(Tsitsitsas)
(Pikunii)
There we were
Laying in the street and leaking
Bleeding
Heating the concrete in the coldest season
Telling myself "we gotta stay awake and keep breathing"
We gotta keep breathing
They kept us apart
Strapped you down to a bed
And put me in a cop car
I thought you were dead
But we made back out didn't we
Two years later they got you permanently
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Punks & Rudeboys!
02:50
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Where are the punks
Where are the rude boys
They're taking our voice
You're making no noise
Where are the punks
Where are the rude boys
There's nazis marching up and down the street
No opposing punks out there for them to meet
Afraid to fight?
Then let your patches speak
Bigots never take the time to read
The clubs we used to run are all locked down
Gentrifications taking over this whole town
Police push us out of sight and under ground
Expecting that we'll never make a sound
Rudys looking at the mirror in the bathroom
Can't recognize the man that he's turned into
Reflections yelling "pressures gonna drop on you!
All that you're doing is wrong"
Cuz Rudy joined the military when they promised him pay
Sold his records and his Cadi
Everything with his name
Now he fights for corporations and a fascist regime
Rudys just a part of the machine
I've been from city to city
And what I've seen isn't pretty
And if you're seeing what I'm seeing
You know the scene isn't seeming
To be the same
Do you hear me
Do you think this is something that we can save?
Where are the punks
Where are the rude boys
They're taking our voice
You're making no noise
Where are the punks
Where are the rude boys
This town is coming like a ghost town
Where are the punks
Where are the rude boys
They're taking our voice
You're making no noise
Where are the punks
Where are the rude boys
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Hollow
03:34
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I had a dream about you
You've been invading my sleep
Lately I've been feeling like I made a mistake
Thinking about you
You're constantly on my brain
Waking me at night so you can share in the pain
Like I ain't got shit I gotta do in the morning
Leaving you again
But you I'd rather be holding
Obligations demonstrating and confessing a love
That I can't even feel anymore
Hollow
Alone
Yeah you're hollow
I know you're alone
Hollow
Alone
Yeah you're hollow
When you're with me
When I come home
You're sitting in the dark alone again
Your back is to the wall
Your head is buried in your hands
The blood thats filled your mouth
From biting melodies you should've sung
Is pooling on the floor and I confess
I couldn't care less
Hollow
Alone
Yeah you're hollow
I know you're alone
Hollow
Alone
Yeah I'm hollow
When I'm with you
But I still hold you in my arms
And hope to feel the way we did
When we were young
When silent songs were sung
Time continues to move on
Away with passion
Faith
The sense that we belong
I faintly hear your song
But I can't sing along
Blame it on me
Blame me
And I'll believe you
Blame it on me
Blame me
And I'll believe you
But I still hold you in my arms
And hope to feel the way we did
When we were young
When silent songs were sung
Time continues to move on
Away with passion
Faith
The sense that we belong
I faintly hear your song
But I still hold you in my arms
And hope to feel the way we did
When we were young
When silent songs were sung
Time continues to move on
Away with passion
Faith
The sense that we belong
I faintly hear your song
But I can't sing along
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She has brown skin and gold in her teeth
She's the baddest muthafucka that I ever have seen
She don't take no shit
You can tell by the stare
And the 45 shining from behind her black hair
Engraved on the barrel is a simple phrase
Words to guide the fires when they start to rage
She thinks free
And lets the truth speak
Devine with beauty of defiantly breaking chains
Little sisters got a pistol
And there's nothing you can give her
That she don't know how to get on her own
She said
"I get it how I live it
If you're expecting it different
Check yourself or you'll get left on the ground"
She's been fighting off men that were twice her size
Since she was half her age
Now once again she staring in the eyes of a man
Who thinks she's one to take
An off duty officer that harassed her
And followed her home
When she ducked into an ally
He got her alone
Because she thinks free
And lets the truth speak
Devine with the beauty of defiantly breaking chains
Little sisters got a pistol
And there's nothing you can give her
That she don't know how to get on her own
She said
"I get it how I live it
If you're expecting it different
Check yourself or you'll get left on the ground"
He told her "Listen!"
"Was it that hard for you to pay attention to me?"
"What's your fucking problem?"
"This is your fault, you made it way harder than it needed to be"
He said
"Accept it or not, I'm gonna take what I want"
"Trying to fight it is only gonna make it hard for yourself"
As he moved in for the reach
She put the chrome to his teeth
The words engraved on the barrel
She started to speak
She said
"I don't bend and I don't stoop
I don't aim if I don't shoot
I don't bend and I don't stoop
I don't aim if I don't shoot"
Little sisters got a pistol
And there's nothing you can give her
That she don't know how to get on her own
She said
"I get it how I live it
If you're expecting it different
Check yourself or you'll get left on the ground"
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Pikunii
Tsitsitsas
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27
03:29
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Lately I've been feeling like I'm Kurt Cobain
Pain resonating from my stomach to bullet penetrated in my brain
Still I maintain
And tell myself that maybe soon I'll change
By facing all the problems that I wallow with in vain
I don't really think that I'm patient enough
To deal with all the pressure thats building up
If left to my devices I self destruct
Maybe I'm just tired of giving up
I have no fear of dying
More the thought of not living to my potential
Or worse
Not even trying
I'm sick of always sitting on my ass
And never acting like I'm worth more
Than the excuses I rely on
I tell my self I'm comfortable
Comfortable with the struggle affording my bills
They're more important
Than the dreams I've always chased
Making music and recording
I go to sleep and live it
But still wake up every morning
To alarm clocks
Telling me I'm late for work again
There's got to be a way to stop this pain
Monotony is not in me
I'm missing when I used to be
Free
Going 95 through the city lights
And I'm not slowing down
Illuminated like the star light
But still I can't be found
If you're living then you're living
You gotta stay living
Just breathe
Going 95 through the city lights
It'll be alright
Misunderstood
Yep thats what I tell myself
The truth is that I probably got a problem with my mental health
Living in a constant back and forward struggle
All I'm looking for is trouble
That's what they tell me yeah I guess they know me
Drowsy and irritated from all this pill taking
Now I'm fighting addictions to prescriptions
But I still take them
Chemically altered personality won't fix shit
A friend is all I really need
Cuz I've been going through some things in my mind
Don't no one pay me no time
Too scared to look in my eyes
I tell them all that I'm fine
But I'm lying
Desperately now I am trying
To find a way out
Wheres the way out
Whats the way now
No I can't see how
Thoughts are constant on my brain
Too loud
And I can't break out
Head is heavy
Heart is heavy
Hands are ready
But unsteady
If I don't make it back
I pray you please forgive me
If I don't make it back then please forgive me
Going 95 through the city lights
And I'm not slowing down
Illuminated like the star light
But still I can't be found
If you're living then you're living
You gotta stay living
Just breathe
Going 95 through the city lights
It'll be alright
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