Langour rises
Reaching to turn off the alarm
And there's never so much seething
That it can't be disarmed
You just stop it up, pass it on
Shove it to shelf it, to leave it off
And turnover
Lounging against your weapons
Until your muscles find lock
In the ease of that position
A residue of tremor passes
As some cherie amour suggests
That maybe it was time to smash things up
But just stop it up, pass it on
Shove it to shelf it, to lead it on
And turnover
I'm only sleeping
Fugazi - Repeater Album Lyrics
Fugazi - Repeater Lyrics
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Repeater
You say I need a job
I've got my own business
You want to know what i do?
None of your f*cking business
But now I'm lying here
Knowing that business had a name
But now I'm a number 1 2 3 repeater, down by law
I've got this nasty habit
When I need something I reach out and grab it Once upon a time I had a name and a way
But to you I'm nothing but a number 1 2 3 repeater
Did you hear something outside?
It sounded like a gun
Stay away from that window
It's not anyone
We know only about ourselves
And what we read in the paper
Don't you know ink washes out easier than blood But we don't have to try it
And we don't have to buy it
Repeater
I've got my own business
You want to know what i do?
None of your f*cking business
But now I'm lying here
Knowing that business had a name
But now I'm a number 1 2 3 repeater, down by law
I've got this nasty habit
When I need something I reach out and grab it Once upon a time I had a name and a way
But to you I'm nothing but a number 1 2 3 repeater
Did you hear something outside?
It sounded like a gun
Stay away from that window
It's not anyone
We know only about ourselves
And what we read in the paper
Don't you know ink washes out easier than blood But we don't have to try it
And we don't have to buy it
Repeater
Writer: LILLIAN HARDIN ARMSTRONG
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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Brendan #1
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Merchandise
When we have nothing left to give
There will be no reason for us to live
But when we have nothing left to lose
You will have nothing left to use
We owe you nothing you have no control
Merchandise keeps us in line
Common sense says it's by design
What could a businessman ever want more
than to have us sucking in his store
We owe you nothing
You have no control
You are not what you own
There will be no reason for us to live
But when we have nothing left to lose
You will have nothing left to use
We owe you nothing you have no control
Merchandise keeps us in line
Common sense says it's by design
What could a businessman ever want more
than to have us sucking in his store
We owe you nothing
You have no control
You are not what you own
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Blueprint
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I clean forgot how to play.
But you can still come around,
In fact I invite you down,
Maybe together we can wipe that smile off your face.
'Cause what a difference, what a difference, what a difference
A little difference would make.
We'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy,
It's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes.
Frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the bigger axe to fall.
A patient game that i can't find my way to play.
Never mind what's been selling,
It's what you're buying
and receiving undefiled.
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I clean forgot how to play.
But you can still come around,
In fact I invite you down,
Maybe together we can wipe that smile off your face.
'Cause what a difference, what a difference, what a difference
A little difference would make.
We'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy,
It's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes.
Frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the bigger axe to fall.
A patient game that i can't find my way to play.
Never mind what's been selling,
It's what you're buying
and receiving undefiled.
Writer: Brendan Canty, Joe Lally, Ian MacKaye, Guy Picciotto
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Sieve-Fisted Find
Here comes another problem
All wrapped up in solution
It's ugly as it's strapped on
And twice as hard to get behind
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again Please, please let me get my hands on it
Here comes that self-same problem all stalled on same self again
It's as ugly as the last one
And twice as far from
Unwound by this charged head
Standing on this thin base of neck
And now I'm pushing past the red
I said i'm pushing past the red
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again
All wrapped up in solution
It's ugly as it's strapped on
And twice as hard to get behind
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again Please, please let me get my hands on it
Here comes that self-same problem all stalled on same self again
It's as ugly as the last one
And twice as far from
Unwound by this charged head
Standing on this thin base of neck
And now I'm pushing past the red
I said i'm pushing past the red
Another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again
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Greed
You wanted everything you needed
Everything you wanted
Everything you needed
Everything
Everything is
Everything is
Greed
Everything you wanted
Everything you needed
Everything
Everything is
Everything is
Greed
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Two Beats Off
I cut my nails to the quick
But still i was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed
Give me something, give me anything
The threat of everything is when it becomes Nothing at all
Fingers reaching, trophy swelling
That's when desire trips me up
Got a new technique
Money let's the pieces fit where they fall
Privilege, it sanctions everything
Security, a net under it all
My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling
That's when desire trips me up
I cut my nails to the quick
But still I was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed
But still i was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed
Give me something, give me anything
The threat of everything is when it becomes Nothing at all
Fingers reaching, trophy swelling
That's when desire trips me up
Got a new technique
Money let's the pieces fit where they fall
Privilege, it sanctions everything
Security, a net under it all
My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling
That's when desire trips me up
I cut my nails to the quick
But still I was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed
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Styrofoam
There are no more races to be run
There are no numbers left to be won
Everybody's down
We pulled each other down
There never was a truth to be found
We are all bigots so full of hatred
We release our poisons
There are no more cultures left to slide
There are no more people to be tried
We're in our minds
Five billion pieces so defined
Read it in a book, it was underlined
We are all bigots so full of hatred
We release our poisons like styrofoam
There are no numbers left to be won
Everybody's down
We pulled each other down
There never was a truth to be found
We are all bigots so full of hatred
We release our poisons
There are no more cultures left to slide
There are no more people to be tried
We're in our minds
Five billion pieces so defined
Read it in a book, it was underlined
We are all bigots so full of hatred
We release our poisons like styrofoam
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Reprovisional
Somewhere in these private minds,
The last one comes out just in time
To clear out the chambers and sew up the lips,
'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping every slip's not a slide.
In other words not to get it wrong,
It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
Secured under the weight of watchful eyes,
Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies.
Somewhere in these prying hearts
Conflicting histories tear us apart
And we hope we don't get what we deserve,
Hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve.
The last one comes out just in time
To clear out the chambers and sew up the lips,
'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping every slip's not a slide.
In other words not to get it wrong,
It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
Secured under the weight of watchful eyes,
Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies.
Somewhere in these prying hearts
Conflicting histories tear us apart
And we hope we don't get what we deserve,
Hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve.
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Shut The Door
I break the surface so I can breathe
I close my eyes so I can see
I tie my arms to be free
Have you ever been free?
She's not breathing
She's not moving
She's not coming back
I burn a fire to stay cool
I burn myself, I am the fuel I never meant to be cruel
Have you ever been cruel?
She's not breathing
She's not moving
She's not coming back
Shut the door so iI can leave
I close my eyes so I can see
I tie my arms to be free
Have you ever been free?
She's not breathing
She's not moving
She's not coming back
I burn a fire to stay cool
I burn myself, I am the fuel I never meant to be cruel
Have you ever been cruel?
She's not breathing
She's not moving
She's not coming back
Shut the door so iI can leave
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Repeater is the full-length debut studio album by the American post-hardcore band Fugazi. It was released on April 19, 1990, as Repeater on LP, and in May 1990 on CD bundled with the 3 Songs EP as Repeater + 3 Songs. It was recorded at Inner Ear Studios in Arlington, Virginia, and produced and engineered by Don Zientara and Ted Niceley.
Repeater is often regarded as a definitive album for the band and a landmark of rock music. It has been described as an "angrier American update of Gang of Four's Solid Gold." It has also been noted for its complex interplay of guitar and rhythm section. It is included in the book 1000 Recordings to Hear Before You Die.
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FugaziRepeater is often regarded as a definitive album for the band and a landmark of rock music. It has been described as an "angrier American update of Gang of Four's Solid Gold." It has also been noted for its complex interplay of guitar and rhythm section. It is included in the book 1000 Recordings to Hear Before You Die.
Genre(s): Punk, Post-hardcore
Producer(s): Fugazi, Ted Niceley
Released: April 19th, 1990
Year: 1990