-one plus one doesnt equal two it equals me alone without you. the other one can stand for you and all the things you said we'd do. it can stand in place
"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury
("Clear Thinking in Troubled Times": Winnipeg Free Press, Nov 21st, 1995) "People have the right to the truth. Unvarnished. Even uncomfortable. But never
...And We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea "Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pantleg of your bad
Dance and laugh and play Ignore the message we convey It seems we're only Here to entertain A rebellion cut-to-fit I refuse to be the soundtrack to it
A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel. Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel all American dignitaries and issue a nation-wide travel advisory
This isn't business, its our hope and its our voice. You're not a product, so tell them you can't be bought. I don't want corporate backing, five hundred
weight on your shoulders is heavy, you've been suppressing these urges far to long. you're sick of acting the right way: it's wrong for you but it's right
Look at our collection of hands, heads and feet to see where we've been. Embrace this parody: the ending of things you can believe. We'll drive you 'til
Damn! I'm late by a muthafucken hour. I still gotta iron and take a fucken shower. Had my jaina crease up my dickies Put a close hood on my neck
I like to party fucking hard I like my rock and roll the same Don't give a fuck if I burn out Don't give a fuck if I fade away. So back to the Motor
In My Arms All through the years you were my hero My best friend and my one companion Then we got news and my world shut down And I took care of you
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue
wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going
Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scraps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? It's all starting
Every fucking day our cities tell us what they think of justice. They lock the courageous away as the cowards plaster the cracks spreading through the
Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy campus! My name is Mindy! It is my distinct
