Charge Lyrics
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Jerry Joseph, Bret Mosley & Steve Drizos
Charge EP – Cosmo Sex School Records– 2009Charge, What You Feel, Missed The Boat, Stare At The Sun, Isabella Bird, On Time God, Evasive |
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Words and music by Jerry Joseph and Bret Mosley 2007
adam clayton powell and 125th
we are here to boast our victory or slit our little wrists
century revolve around rage and pride and shame
well, the ground can’t shine much brighter than the marks we leave in flames
and we will charge
you say up for facing the enemy within
with blood and bones and organs not the color of your skin
speed or indecision the choices that we make
we can gas it into overdrive or slamming on the brakes
charge – up and down the boulevard
will hear the benediction as it spills out in the yard
charge – your paper have been served
did you really think you’re gonna get the justice you deserve?
and we can charge
my neighborhood messiah wants another cigarette
well, i love him like a brother, haven’t learned to like him yet
well, he says he got a mainline, a secret route to grace
do we sign up for the koolaid? are we running in the race or will we…
charge – we’re blowin’ out the doors.
we’re offerin’ an olive branch wrapped up in c4
charge – push the plunger in the box
and we sail off in the sunset or we crash it on the rocks
and we can charge
you seem to have an answer every time you speak
if silence is a virtue does that mean your moral’s weak?
everybody has a moment and this one’s gonna pass
will you raise your fist and saber, child, will you sit back on your ass
charge – they’re asking for the cash
we’re a little bit embarrassed that we even had to ask
charge – we’ll credit your account
did you really think the shadow’s gonna hide the body count?
and we can charge
the bells of st. joseph are ringing through the night
they are laughing and they’re weepin’ and they’re bathing in the light
and i’m standing on the morningside with st. john the divine
either sunlight or explosions, at least we’re gonna shine
charge – we’re giving you the sword
can’t blame it on the devil or give credit to the lord
charge – now you’re gonna wear the crown
so don’t tell us that it’s up to us we’ll only let us down
charge – up the boulevard
from the kitchens and the closets gonna hit the concrete hard
charge – will the victory taste sweet?
well, you’re gonna find out quickly ’cause it’s spillin’ in the streets
charge charge charge charge
who’s in charge
you’ve been charged
so then charge
go and charge
blow the charge
charge charge charge charge
we can charge
Words and music by Bret Mosley 2008
privilege is a dysfunction, and pretension aims to win the human race
the creme of the meme are havin’ children that are feral, locked up looking down out of a personless face.
cobain ran the course of generation X ennui…blew that like a whistle. sheep won’t stampede.
word within the herd is it cannot locate it’s being in the city’s sad bacchanal, the madness of kings.
i ask my heart to help me remember to come out, watch the sun sweat.
see, the deal is: your name and your notions are imaginary…
what you feel is real – sweet emptiness
what you feel is real – you are welcome
what you feel is real – testify
what you feel is real
the flag is a pathogen. wrap it up in a body bag.
it’s a pimp named goodness. profane. profound.
always on the corner of walk and don’t walk on the
last remaining patch of dry ground
in it to win it or above it to love it
just glance around at which ones got the guns.
eat up the people. shit out the money.
havin’ at the planet ’til she’s done for.
and i know there is perfection here.
see, the deal is: your name and your notions are imaginary…
what you feel is real – may i remind you
what you feel is real – now touch yourself
what you feel is real – do you feel the love?
what you feel is real
you are shouting stars and no one ever hurts or hates you but for those who are afraid
half a boat will float and hold the stillness. as far as words go it can be said:
we would not have a word if we did not have each other.
dad never could take the bad with the good.
scream from my dreams up and out across the island, coming loose inside me
we are all tomorrow’s food
sweet like the rain. holy in amness. just dying to live a little. your stake in the game and your name and your notions are imaginary…
what you feel is real – i raise my hand
what you feel is real – can i get an amen?
what you feel is real – if you wanna fly, then fly
what you feel is real – Om Namah Shivaya Gurave
what you feel is real – Saccidananda Murtaye
what you feel is real – Nischprapanchaya Shantaya
what you feel is real – Niralambaya Tejase
what you feel is real – in your gaze and your voice,
every choice, your wealth, your stake in the game and the game itself.
i tell ya – imaginary.
what you feel is real
feel the love y’all
do you feel the love ya’ll?
Music and Lyrics by Modest Mouse
while we’re on the subject, could we change the subject now?
i was knocking on your ear’s door, but you were always out
looking towards the future, we were begging for the past
well we know we had the good things but those never seemed to last
oh please just last
everyone’s unhappy, everyone’s ashamed
well we all just got caught looking at somebody else’s page
well nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned
our ideas held no water but we used them like a dam
oh and we carried it all so well
as if we got a new position
oh and i’ll laugh all the way to hell
saying “yes this is a fine promotion”
oh and i’ll laugh all the way to hell
of course everyone goes crazy over such and such and such
we made ourselves a pillar, we just used it as a crutch
we were certainly uncertain at least i’m pretty sure i am
well we didn’t need the water, but we just built that good goddamn
oh and i know this of myself
i assume as much for other people
oh and i know this of myself
we’ve listened to more of life’s end gong than the sound of life’s sweet bells
was it ever worth it was there all that much to gain
well we knew we’d missed the boat and we’d already missed the plane
we didn’t read the invite we just danced at our own wake
all our favorites were playing so we could shake shake shake shake shake
tiny curtains opened and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
a tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all them folks
and drifting around on bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
when we finally got it figured out that we’d truly missed the boat
oh and we carried it off so well
as if we got a new position
oh and we own all the tools ourselves
without the skills to make a show with
oh what useless tools ourselves
Words by Bret Mosley and Kevin Keck
Music by Bret Mosley 2008
there’s no one to talk to so late in the night
or early in the morning–call it what you like
there’s no one to talk to about mama’s good word
to watch out for those brown-eyed southern girls
there’s just the whisper of ice melting in a glass
watered down whiskey is the flavor of the past
you can stare at the sun until you go blind
or you can spend your days kicked back with your kind
you can sing your problems to the drunk moon
and on a good night it looks like god winking back at you
she said, “come hither, boy. i like what you’re about.”
said, “how does that grab you?” said, “it turns me inside out.”
“that’s good”, she said, “we could get busy for a spell”
i move on in and when it’s far too late and near…i tell ya
i look around and i’m upside down wrapped around a tail-spin on fire
the sweetest, strangest danger colliding with desire
you can stare at the sun until you go blind
never hide or run, neither seek nor find
you can salve your soul in the sweet glow of the moon
can you ever know if your the player or the tune
i need a longer highway and a few more songs
i don’t know where i want to go but i’ll take whatever comes
if forgetting was as easy as just crossing state lines
i’d be on a hot run for the border every time
all through the night i can hear mama say
watch out for southern girls with their wet words and ways
you can stare at the sun until you go blind
and you’ll carry that light with you until you die
you can spend your nights alone with the moon
whatever you love will always leave you too soon
Music and Lyrics by Jerry Joseph
gigglin’ girls swappin’ secrets while their mommas hit the liquor downstairs
spyin’ on the couple next door wearin’ nothin but perfume in their hair
a tight little world everybody’s got somethin to hide
try to keep it underneath the covers ’cause there’s always someone lookin inside
back in virginia city tonight something ’bout the liquor, well it doesn’t taste right
sorrow and snakes, let me tell ya there’s a lot that i gotta let go
so i gotta break it to the fellas ’cause they’re sick of the ice and the snow
hitting the brakes – tell the horses that only way we’re heading is south
’cause i’m owed a debt in ensenada and i’m paying up and getting us out
isabella did you get your letter of to henrietta ’cause honolulu is half a world away
back in virginia city again montana winters baby never do last
desperado i can’t go back to colorado the place just ends up givin me the sweats
please don’t follow. i’ve no clue where i’ll be tomorrow. a man like you i’d just as soon forget.
dickie rode by to say the posse’s dedicated to gettin’ their man
so i’m gonna fly ’cause i’m not up for makin’ a stand
and all of my life i been looking for woman who could make me feel tall
so i gotta tell you isabella that you surely are the queen of them all
isabella did you tell your sweet sister henrietta cause the girl’s gettin tired of worryin you’re ok
back in vc tonight something bout it baby doesn’t feel right
desperado i can’t go back to colorado the place just ends up givin me the sweats
please don’t follow. i’ve no clue where i’ll be tomorrow. a man like you i’d just as soon forget.
back in virginia city again montana winter well it never will end
charlie bear said that they’re keepin’ fred story alive
sometimes the you know dead they got a way to help the livin survive
isabella bird can you hear me still celebratin your soul
well i’d give my monkey and my pistol for a taste of the love that you’ve known
desperado i can’t go back to colorado the place just ends up givin me the sweats
please don’t follow. i’ve no clue where i’ll be tomorrow.
please don’t follow a girl like me can’t seem to get a break
gigglin’ girls swappin’ secrets while their mommas hit the liquor downstairs
spyin on the couple next door wearin’ nothin but perfume in their hair
Music and Lyrics by Jerry Joseph
ok ok i’m here on my knees like you wanted from me – like you asked me to be
ok ok tryin’ to open my heart you said it might work – at least it’s a start
ok ok i’m beggin’ again i’m calling in favors – i’m leaning on friends
do you hear when i say i’m beggin’ again for mercy for grace whatever you send
you said light was evasive it comes and it goes
it runs through your fingers it fills up your soul
you can be strong – you can be brave
it’s not for certain – that you will be saved
you can have sorrow – you can have rage
like that chimp on your choulder – that you’re trying to cage
you can have laughter – you can have fear
but there’s escape – that you will have tears
so open your eyes – be honest and pray
that after your night – well you can have day
you said light was evasive it comes and it goes
it runs through your fingers it fills up your soul
you said faith was evasive it comes and it goes
it breaks you to pieces and makes you back whole
you can have promise and you can tell lies
well you will face trouble and then you will die
and you can kick whiskey and you can kick dope
and be left with nothing but a carrot of hope
and you can have faith and you can have love
with your eyes to the sky for a sign from above
you can be wrong and you can be right
but the best you can hope for is a little more light
you said light was evasive it comes and it goes
it slides off your fingers it’s stainjing your clothes
you said faith was evasive it comes and it goes
it rips you to pieces and sews you back whole
you said light was evasive it comes and it ends
is circles the globe it comes round again
and maybe god cares. he may be benign
but the offer is light and a moment to shine
a moment to shine
a moment to shine shine shine shine shine
