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AMIAMAN
06:31
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Am I a man,
Am I a rational animal?
When I am alone
I am a passionate carnivore
Or am I a man,
Am I a rational animal?
Low level consciousness
Is called human logic
And I feel like a violent snake
Whenever society
Expects something out of me
But calls it the opposite
Sun goes out, creature comin' on
Moon light, seen this boy before
And I, naked I came from my mothers womb
Naked I shall return to you
Curse the day on which I was born
The pain of birth into an inner war
And I, lying in bed when will it be dawn?
Sun come up, when will it be gone?
And every time I turn it on there's always something
Every time I turn it off I'm feeling guilty
In that shadow where I found comfort
And in the light I feel alive
When I am in it, I can't see
I can't see, no
When I am with you, woe is me!
Woe is me Lord!
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New Winter
05:51
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Is this the summer time?
Is this the way it is now?
Desperate gluttons, what's your standard?
The skies the limit, disguise your sickness
Human beings, listen to me
We've been sleeping, over Eden
O great Caesar, your peace enslaves
These rocks will shout, cry forgiveness
Is this the summer time?
Is this the way it is now?
Sharp grass cutting through the concrete
Take your shoes off, feel your new feet
Let your hair down, watch your wounds heal
The gift of sunlight giving new life
I know, I know, I know
Sharp grass cutting through the concrete
I know, I know, I know
Take your shoes off, feel your new feet
I know, I know, I know
Is this the summer time?
Is this the way it is now?
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3. |
Duck Butter
09:58
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I haven't done it yet
It hasn't happened yet
It's still in my head
It's still in my head
I haven't done it yet
It hasn't happened yet
It's still in my head
It's still in my head
I need my eyes
I need my limbs
My thoughts are mine
My thoughts are mine
My brain is a television
My eyes are a computer screen
My hand is a cell-phone beep
The spirit is far from me
The spirit is far from me
Patience is my prayer
Violent are my thoughts
Cunning are my hands
Cunning are my hands
Patience is my prayer
Violent are my thoughts
Cunning are my hands
Cunning are my hands
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
You and I
forget
that we
are friends
You and I forget that we are friends
I don't wanna make this end
I don't wanna make this end
I don't wanna make this end
I don't wanna make this end
I want to be forgiving like a mattress
When you stumble and fall, fall into me
When you stand up tall, stand on me
I wanna be the cushion, beneath your bouncing feet
I am your child, the brother you pick on
I am the mosquito you crushed on your thigh
The chair that you sit on
I am the waiter at a fancy restaurant that spit into your chowder
I am the police officer that pushed you up against the counter
and grabbed you crying, kicking, and screaming,
because you don't know when to quit
I am the friend you laugh about to her face
I am the alcohol that same friend tastes
When she spends the night vomiting where someone else has sat
With no one to hold her hair
You and I forget that we are friends
You and I forget that we are friends
You and I forget that we
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Progress
06:13
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I need somebody that cares about the things that I care
And everything else will be alright
I need somebody that loves all of the things that I love
And everything else will be alright
I need somebody that cares about the things that I care
And everything else will be alright
I need somebody that loves all of the things that I love
And everything else will be alright
I need somebody to take my arm and take me for who I am and who I am not
I need somebody that loves all of the things that I love
And everything else will be alright
I've been up all night
I've been up all night, can't calm my mind
And this ain't new to me
You caused enough wounds to dull this knife
You really fooled me in your sunday best
You sold me affection
You wanted protection and nothin' else
We're making progress
We're moving forward
Oh it's so real
Refuse to connect
Closed our eyes and saw what we liked
And all we could expect
We learned from television late at night
You really fooled me
But we're making progress
You never really showed up
You never really took me by surprise
And now you're getting older
I can see the lines across your face
And it's so real
We're making progress
We're moving forward
Oh it's so real
You never really showed up
You never really took me by surprise
And now you're getting older
I can see the lines across your face
Oh it's so real
I need somebody that cares about the things that I care
And everything else will be alright
I need somebody that loves all of the things that I love
And everything else will be alright
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Solution, Pollution
05:29
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Heart of Kernersville
03:34
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Used to feel
Do you still feel?
Used to feel
Do you still feel?
Release me from my numbness
Free me from indifference
Is there a word
As loud as a shot
That they could say
That I could hear
Is there a scene
Filmed on a phone and put on a screen
That the nation could watch
Yeah do you feel anything?
Does it haunt you or move you enough to do anything?
Release me from my numbness
Free me from indifference
Release me from my numbness
Free me from indifference
Release me from my numbness
Free me from indifference
Release me from my numbness
Free me from indifference
When the castle starts to fall
And you know the human cry
Don't be afraid to call your mom
Don't be afraid to apologize
When the smoke bombs and napalm
Are sown like seeds from the sky
A harvest of blood and poison will rise
And curse the warrior of death
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In The Mornin
05:20
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I feel so far away from you
Like a cold lincoln march
When snow and mud run down the hill
And melt into one
I've really got a lot to learn
Or maybe unlearn
And I feel so far away from you
From me
I don't have to do anything
I don't have to do anything
I don't have to do anything
I don't have to do
Early in the mornin, in the mornin!
Early in the mornin, in the mornin!
Early in the mornin, in the mornin!
Early in the mornin, in the mornin!
Grace is like the rising sun at dawn with you
Grace is like the rising sun at dawn with you
Grace is like the rising sun at dawn with you
Grace is like the rising sun at dawn with you
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