Swingin' Utters - ......Streets Of San Francisco...... (2001) by Swingin' Utters (보컬) on maniadb.com

i have broken many dreams, but like broken hearts they seem to mend with ease i've traversed the open sea with a grain of guts and a gallon of need but i'm tired and i'm easily fixed a hair trigger in this one's breed i'm upset with upsetting things and always sad to see the good things leave so what's wrong with you? so what's wrong with you? so what's wrong with you? she says oh, what's wrong with you is what's wrong with me long lost negotiations made in hell to break my nerves toiled and fought my way to the top, i haven't done but have tried at least to deserve shiny things on golden jeweled plates aren't just handed out for those in need oh i've learned and i'm learning still that staying idle is the worst disease i blame myself for breaking promises i made to myself in so called "dire need" but i won't apologize for the cursed words i've laid upon those that i blamed it's no use to toil over this isn't life to be a simple thing? it's a flux, a want for worth that i need to dispel these needs (Koski)

Jackie Jab is looking fab. He's got a treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from an arab and when he falls down, he falls smack dab. (Chorus) hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name - jackie jab! Three square meals everyday, but nothing's square about the american way. his friends get off on Doris Day and he hasn't a clue what to say. (Chorus) hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name - jackie jab! (Bonnel/Koski/Wickersham)

you better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone you gotta go, you gotta get on with all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashed (Chorus) and as far as for all the days and what you'll do with them, just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend, you're getting slow, you're getting old now, you gotta run, just like you used to, you're tied down, boy, you've been tied down and spit on. (Koski)

well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde
i don't wanna go before my time
i don't wanna go before my time
well you've got good time to put down a few so you take carrer castanyer down to the gloob it's the only fuckin place that'll serve you a tiny hideaway from parents, work and school
it's just like teenage genocide
it's just like teenage genocide
now you can cast your vote and elect a joke but you'd better not fuck, dream, drink or smoke and watch your back when the man offers you a ride because it's just like teenage genocide (Koski/Wickersham)

you can't believe your children you can't believe your wife, you can't take the credit fucking up your life, some people don't believe me when i tell them "i'm alive" they see me walking so slowly they think i'm too uptight (Chorus) it's a catastrophe such a strange way to live well let me try a new strategy i'll try and make it work i'll take myself away and get out of the dirt (Koski)

pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longing for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall i stop and blame you? no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a "get things done" move on to the next one achiever (chorus) you will always be merely a dreamer you go by the misleading name of Mr Believer caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh and i have seen the likes of you grow weaker each passing day, men like me digging your grave deeper rapped up and blindfolded barely breathing broke nowhere to go but eyes still shining you crass cowardly clown there's no "Shangri-La" and it don't get any better than right where you are (Koski)

Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glassy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young
I'll remember times like these with a bit of satisfaction I remember somber days and with more to come, surely won't forget them.
Stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin, a slim bit of poise he says "I'll take you down with one blow" and though we laugh, he does quite well.
These are times where we all look onward not what's now, but what's to come a lot of pride and a shade of hope, am I the only one who gets the fucking joke?

she came over, but i was spent no money involved 'cause it came and went i'm so tired, she thinks that's bent it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent i won't hold my breath for that time to come i exhale an exasperating sum she said "you're washed up", i'm not close to being done there's plenty of room in the shadows, but not in the sun no place in the sun, my sun
i'm not even close to being done that guy there, he's a big boy's hobnob he's got no integrity, he's a lazy slob compared to me he's quite famous, but i've got a job loose lips take sips from the goblety gob there's no time for me, but you just wait and see if i'm counting on me, i'll need to calculate noe she's tired of standing there, hey that's takes the cake 'cause the sun comes over, and she's always in the way (Bonnel/Koski)

I've said, and once too often, some things i'd never say again. in streams of thoughts unbroken i fish for a few good men (chorus) sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay a petty wage my poor self pity speaks with sobbing mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad, cowardly prose. (Chorus) i'd take some time to get my posture set straight if i had the chance i'd break and subdue the scheming hands of fate. wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles and fingertips it's fighting time and time to battle with your wits, time to spit back when you're spit upon, when you're left for dead. time to hit the road when the road you're on has run out of tricks (chorus) i don't want your sundays and holidays of twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands, no i don't want your fucking petty wage (Koski)

Come On!

he's a shadow of what he used to be ever since i put him in his place she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face
this side of paradise is slow
no eager men go to the show,
except for me
she wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed and he stuck by her side like glue
she's give him perfect eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke it was the truth
now it's been twenty days sleepless and stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could steal behind his back (Koski)

off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one i may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won i've thought about it and i just don't know (don't know quite where to go) i've been trying to relax, but i can't remember how (a bit of rest is what i need now)

(chorus) i've been a sailor, but a sailor who has never left his land who's tried to occupy an unstable mind with ridiculous daydreams now come the testing times where i dip my small toe in though the deepest waters freeze, if i jump in i'll be free i'm all alone, and that's just as well (Without you facts do tell) fond whispers of unfound secrets, i still can't hear them, so pray tell (chorus) i can't accept it, (i'm a beached sailor) cause i don't understand it (i'm a beached sailor) i'm lying here stranded, (i'm a beached sailor) like a beached sailor (Koski)

times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact, though and i've got plenty of guts still showing all along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one the weeds are growing over all of out summer days long gone (chorus) just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky and if you do, i won't give my thanks but i'll stay there till i die i've grown and shedded some i've shed the ones i used to care for it seems they're all long dead and gone but they're still up to the same chores along the endless streets that are now breeds of walking feet that i just don't have time for (chorus) now i start to save my time pack my things and say goodbye unsatisfied and anxious now i want to blow away from here just take me to the riverbank just take me to the riverbank where waters run like some mistake and i can make my history.. (Koski)

well, i've fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? I'll scribble it down in my log i don't believe you! It wouldn't hurt to believe me well maybe just a little sting, clouds outside are rolling in right through my bolted door cold sweats are dampening me with their mediocre lore time spent in a welded life sealed tight shut like a lover's war i trusted you and took you in, but in the end you were like the rest you were just like them you were just like them "Them" Meaning the rotten end you were just like them now i'm in this purgatory of self-inflicted shame I trust non one Don't talk no more "hello, have a good day" my big frowns were smiles once but now i've changed my ways this human race is spotted with a cruel, colored disgrace, and you're just like them, yes, you're just like them no more apologies spent cause you're just like them (Koski/Bonnel)

when the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamour boys fall flat like cheap champagne, when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles have fled into the folds of the night, when the haunts you most admired and the simple things you adored seem like a fraud of petty trinkets, when the day has broken and the smooth words spoken and your finest moments spent, when the ache of wanting beauty and the lure of glossy perfection leaves you alone and weeping, when you hit the big time, when you hit the big time stars and starlets (Bishop/Koski)

Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort ??just came here on a whim??br>And now our soldier boy is missing home and now our little boy is dead as a stone.
Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks, snow-white combed hair, lanky physique. Mobile, but awkwardly made-up like some wannabe debutante.
And now our soldier boy is leaving his own and this old rag-tag neighborhood has folded and go

the last of the daydreams have walked out the open door avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law well, i remember Tuesday and every last day of my life and i'll never forget anything that stays with me at night it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of this child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown and he don;t want a companion, has got things to say, but don't wanna talk and i remember myself like him oh, i hope that he don't also fall

go and get your army boots, my son, my son go and get your music box, come on go and get your building blocks, my son it's time to set your sails, my boy, and run (Koski)

You've got to follow your traces because I've seen so many familiar faces unfinished races stolen bases fallen graces all laced up, but pitfallen the community heals while my eyes are still swollen my friends have picked up their paces while I'm still tying my laces they're acting gracious with my patience my fallen graces

Look at my face turn it around I'm the invisible man I'm the expletive deleted
Give me my suit hand me my tie flash me a smile I'm the expletive deleted take off my facial expression give me lines to say without reason I'm an incredible sight an average obsession a beautiful dream with perfect discretion