furnaceface--this will make you happy
Released 1994.
All songs written and copyrighted by Furnaceface (SOCAN) except where noted.
Samples are indicated ["like this"].
File collated by Dave Watson/SHLF.
Corrections by Tom Stewart (Furnaceface).
SONGS:
instructions
live+die
get myself together
the ballad of richard iommi
if you love her (would you buy her a gun?)
nice suit...asshole!
credit card
excuse me
mall culture superstar
2 punks, a dad and a snowboard.
i drew a circle
you poison my cup
can't get to sleep
filler
beg your pardon
how happy do you want to be?
instructions
[G, E, C, D, G chords; "Learn these four chords, and, together with the beats we will show you, you will be able to play most of the popular music of today. If you learn to master these chords thoroughly, you will easily be able to play all the exciting beats and sounds which we are going to demonstrate. Before we proceed, we will hear these four chords once more and identify each one as it is played."]
live+die
You stare at the wall, brought down by all you see
You don't want to do anything these days
You're always alone, even when they're standing close
You don't want to do anything but sleep
CHORUS:
And I guess it's your right
I shouldn't blame you for trying
Maybe I'll follow you someday
and I guess it's your right
I shouldn't blame you for trying
We all have to live and die each day
Live and die each day
In the afternoon sunlight, you've been grinding your soul
Washing down the pills by the handful
Another killer day, a video game, a talk show
One more soap opera cancelled--CHORUS
And the sun comes out, but you've drawn your curtain down
and the days go by too soon
and you're left alone with no one to hold you now
'til they find you in your room--CHORUS
get myself together
I've got a room, I've got a key
I live a life that's driving me crazy
Got a great big hole where you used to be
and it's sad, but it's true
You don't understand me and I don't understand you
and I've been drinking but I don't feel so good
CHORUS:
I gotta get myself together
I gotta get myself together
I wear a uniform just like you
We all wear 'em, no matter what we do
We just find slightly different gods to salute
I got a room, four walls,
a single bed and I don't care at all
At least that's what I try to tell myself--CHORUS
...Together, together, together
GUITAR SOLO, CHORUS
the ballad of richard iommi
This is the ballad of Richard Iommi. Richard was a typical suburban teenager. He lived with his parents and spent most of his time hanging out with his friends, listening to records and smoking dope in his room in the basement. There was only one difference between Richard and a typical suburban teenager--he was totally obsessed with Tony Iommi. For those of you who don't know, Tony Iommi is the guitarist in the rock 'n' roll group Black Sabbath. Richard idolized him.
CHORUS:
He believed, he believed, he believed he was the son of Tony
He changed his name, he changed his name, he changed his name to Iommi
But Richard's devotion to Tony Iommi didn't end there. Not only did he change his last name, but he began buying vintage musical equipment circa 1969. His goal was to obtain the same make and model of guitars and amplifiers that his idol had used. He even got a 72-piece drum kit* just like Bill Ward's. Richard and his best friend would go down to the basement, get really wasted, and set up all the equipment like a shrine. They talked about the day that they would form their band. Richard, of course, would be the guitarist.--CHORUS
One day Richard and his best friend were down in the basement. Richard was cutting pictures of Tony Iommi out of old Creem magazines and pasting them in a huge collage on his wall. His friend was playing with the tuner on Richard's stereo when suddenly they both heard something that would change their lives. Lee Aaron was coming to their town. For those of you who don't know, Lee Aaron is the very talented and lovely Canadian rock singer who's also known as the Metal Queen. Richard and his friend loved Lee Aaron second only to Tony Iommi. Richard knew he had to somehow meet Lee Aaron and tell her the secret of his lineage.
He believed, he believed, he believed he was the son of Tony
He went to see, he went to see, he went to see the Metal Queen
On the day of the show, Richard was so excited he could barely move. In the afternoon he went down to the concert hall early in hopes of catching a glimpse of her. Suddenly, there she was. Everything in the world faded away, and before he knew it he was telling her about the double-neck guitar, the 72-piece drum kit, and why he changed his name. The Metal Queen listened, and in a single sentence brought his entire world crashing down!
"Like, why don't you sell that shit and get a life?"
He believed, he believed, he believed he was the son of Tony
The Metal Queen, the Metal Queen, the Metal Queen smashed his dreams--CHORUS
* Richard "Iommi" Baxter's drum kit is now 115 pieces. I'll have to check that sucker out one of these days. He has recorded an all-percussion album with it called Richard's Drum World.
if you love her (would you buy her a gun?)
I see her walking home
I see her casting shadows on the street
A car pulls up behind her
Rolls down the window, he starts to speak
And there's a target on her
and there's a bullet with her number
and she's an unarmed soldier now
but not for long
'cause it's a war and if you care, if you love her, buy her a gun
'cause it's a war
and she's a soldier, if you care, if you love her, buy her a gun
I see her walking home
I see him rolling softly at her heels
Headlights silhouette her
His heart beats faster as he grips the wheel
She looks for lighted doorways
He thinks that she could be the one
Laughing softly to himself
Could she make it if she runs?
And there's a target on her
and there's a bullet with her number
and she's an unarmed soldier
She's an unarmed soldier now
But not for long
'cause it's a war and if you care, if you love her, buy her a gun
'cause it's a war, and she's a soldier, If you care, if you love her, buy her a gun
If you love her, buy her a gun
Your girlfriend, your sister, your daughter, your mum
If you love her, buy her a gun
so she can blow some bastard's head off if he follows her home
Do you love her? Would you buy her a gun?
Do you love her? Would you buy her a gun?
Do you love her? Would you buy her a gun?
Do you love her? Would you buy her a gun?
nice suit...asshole!
I was born, born in a cage with a hidden key
I was taught, taught to distort, not how to see
The only lesson to learn--set yourself free
The only lesson to learn is how to set yourself free
CHORUS:
Sometimes you gotta turn your eye
Sometimes you gotta do the dance
But I don't wear no suit and tie
and I still don't shake the hand of the man
I was placed in a box and taught how to learn
I was told not to speak, speak out of turn
I was warned about fire and how I might get burned
if I played a little too close
If there's any single thing that I have learned
It's that you gotta be true to yourself
I see the sights once or twice, but not lost mine
I've been around but not ground down
and I've learned a thing or two about drawing lines--CHORUS
GUITAR SOLO
I still don't shake the hand of the man
They said, "Memorize this, and we'll let you leave,
but don't blame us if you still can't read.
You can close your eyes and let someone lead.
You don't have to understand as long as you believe."--CHORUS
credit card
["I wonder what my credit rating is?"
"It is exactly what you make it."]
You said you've been taken
You said you had it hard
Your race was run before you could even start
Now it's cold, it's cruel and it's sharp
Now you're on your own without your daddy's credit card
You said you've been taken
You said you've been screwed
Ripped off, fucked over and abused
Now there's tears in your eyes and you're confused
I wonder just what you expect me to do
CHORUS:
Isn't that too bad? You've blown every chance you've ever had
Isn't that too bad? And now you're forced to live like that
Isn't that too bad? You say your life's a living hell
Isn't that too bad? But I've seen you bring it on yourself
You say you can't believe this losing streak you're in
but your excuses are staring to wear thin
Now you're pounding on my door at 3 AM
But tonight I'm just too tired to hear it again--CHORUS
[Repeat first verse, CHORUS]
excuse me
Excuse me, you know I hate to interrupt
but I hear you talk, I think, "Fuck!"
You seem to have some good ideas on your mind
but with your head up your ass, you might as well be blind
Ha ha, you make me laugh when you complain about your world
while you sit and watch "Golden Girls"
You put off living for yourself
Why? Because you might miss "Alf"
CHORUS:
And if we all sit around saying, "What's the use?", the whole world is screwed
If we all sit around saying, "What's the use?", the whole world is screwed
If we all sit around saying, "What's the use?", the whole world is screwed
The whole world is screwed
Excuse me, can I interrupt your Nintendo game?
I couldn't help but overhear you complain
You seem to have some pretty good ideas in your brain
but what do you get done by the end of the day?
Hey, I know it's harsh, but it's not out of the blue
You criticize me, I'll criticize you
You can bring yourself down with your apathy
but ohhhhhhh, don't rub it on me--CHORUS
You say, "Fuck the system," but it's not true
What really happens is the system fucks you
This is for all the people who say,
"Furnaceface sell out," you know there's no way
Only what we wanna do is what we've done
And if you think that's ever gonna change, you're dumb
You say, "Fuck the system," but it's not true
What really happens is the system fucks you
and when some of your own try to change it from within
you turn your backs on them
mall culture superstar
["To me, the word 'teenager' implies a weak, non-interested uncooperative kid who soon will get over his disease of youth."]
Don't wanna stand out from the crowd I see around me everyday
Why should I make a choice when it's already made for me?
Don't really care what's going on with the world I see outside
I'm just caught up in the the movie running here from 9-5
CHORUS:
I wear the clothes, I cut my hair
It's in style, so I don't care
I wanna be whoever you are
Mall culture superstar
I live in a world created just for me
Constructed carefully by faces no one will ever see
My every move was planned many months before I came
into this artificial world where we are one and the same
CHORUS 2:
With a bullet I'm Number One
Delete bin, here I come
I wanna be whoever you are
Mall culture superstar
I can sing your songs before a note is written down
I can hum your latest hit before it even hits my town
I never think about what the lyrics say
I leave it in the happy hands of Sony, Time and MCA
Mall culture superstar
["I want to look out from 10,000 identical display racks across the salesfloors of 10,000 identical chainstores and into the glazed eyes of one million hungry consumers."] *--CHORUS
* This is not Jello Biafra, but an incredible simulation.
2 punks, a dad and a snowboard.
["Robert!"
"What?"
"The grass is getting awfully long."
"Yeah."
"When are you going to cut it?"
"Dunno. Umm...Monday."
"What?"
"Monday."
"Why not tomorrow?"
"Maybe tomorrow."
"Have you got a job yet?"
"No."
"Have you got any job offers yet"
"Um, maybe."
"You don't--you can't live on 'maybe'. Where's the 'maybe'?"
"There's a few places."
"Such as?"
"Some stores downtown."
"Such as?"
"Such as the Bead Store and such as a clothing store and some other places."
"Bead Store. Um, I see you've put duct tape on the side of your skateboards."
"No, they're snowboards."
"Snowboards. Isn't that defeating the object?"
"Rob, your dad's a real loony!"]
i drew a circle
Smart words on the tip of my tongue
I'm rolling in life's riches and it's just begun
The doors are open and I can see in
to a room so full of treats I don't know where to begin
Deal me in--what's fair is fair
I know I've got it coming and I want my share
I'll get so big, I'll laugh so loud
I won't know that I'm falling till my head's in the ground
CHORUS:
From a bedroom to an office door
From an office to a liquor store
From a bottle to a bathroom floor
I drew the circle I drew before
From a paycheque to a bank machine
From a bus stop to a TV screen
I woke up with a smile and then I drew a circle again
These smart words, well, they're losing their edge
Repeating like some song I got stuck in my head
Can't get out but can't keep hanging around
'cause it's the everyday shit that just keeps dragging me down--CHORUS
I drew a circle, I drew a circle again
I drew a circle, I drew a circle again
Smart words that come out all wrong
Don't like the way I'm living but I can't turn around
It's the same goddamn routine I can't seem to break
Getting into getting out of it is all I can take--CHORUS
I drew a circle, I drew a circle again
I drew a circle, I drew a circle again
I drew a circle, I drew a circle again
I drew a circle, I drew a circle again
you poison my cup
You walked out after you wiped your feet
You spent so much time screaming you never heard me speak
You showed me your knife, I heard all all about your wounds
and I bled to death while you watched cartoons
You twisted the handle, you played with the blade
You offered me a drink; fuckin' lemonade
You got up to change the channel when I looked concerned
and I switched the drinks while your back was turned
CHORUS:
Well, how do you think I feel?
Well, how do you think I feel?
Well, how do you think I feel?
You poison my cup and then act hurt when I don't drink up
You walked out after you wiped your feet
You spent so much time screaming you never heard me speak--CHORUS
How do you think I feel? How do you think I feel?
You poison my cup and then act hurt when I don't drink up
can't get to sleep
[Note: I'm not going to even attempt to transcribe the argument going on in the background of the intro. Don't have enough time or insanity.]
I woke up from a golden dream when I heard a scream outside
I raised the blind and read the sign that said, "Know Thy God"
And I saw it was electric, with some bulbs burnt or gone
It flashed at me and I could see it spoke to no one
Something's gone wrong here tonight
Now I woke up in a different light
Now I wish I could go back to sleep and pretend everything's all right
Something's gone wrong here tonight
I left the window and I stepped outside with your image in my mind
I know the way with my eyes closed
I've walked it so many times
Now I can't get to sleep anymore
I know nothing lasts forever
I know some things never change
I turn the corner, see your house and even it's not quite the same
CHORUS:
Now I can't get to sleep anymore
Now I can't get to sleep
I just can't figure out what's going on between you and me
Now I can't get to sleep anymore
I stood on the street outside your place
I wondered if you'd be home soon
No cars in the driveway, no lights in your room
Now I can't get to sleep anymore
I know nothing lasts forever, some things never change
Burnt the letters that you sent me, tossed the pictures that you gave--CHORUS
I woke up from a golden dream when I heard a scream outside
I raised the blind and read the sign that said, "Know Thy God"
And I saw it was electric, with some bulbs burnt out or gone
It flashed at me and I could see it spoke to no one
[CHORUS repeated over top of:]
(Something's gone wrong here tonight
Now I woke up in a different light
I could pretend that it's all right
Something's gone wrong here tonight)
Now I can't get to sleep anymore
filler
Hey, everybody, it's the latest fad
No need to annoy your mom and dad
No weird hair, no weird clothes
Just a bit of plaid and away you go
Wake up and smell the heavenly manna
Don't you know they're looking for the next Nirvana?
Metal bands used to be, well, metal bands
Now they all wanna be Pearl Jam
So it doesn't matter if you've been doing covers for years
AC/DC and Tears for Fears
If you want clemency for what you've done
Just buy a toque and call it "grunge"
CHORUS:
And this is filler, 'cause making dollars doesn't need to make sense
And this is filler, 'cause making dollars doesn't need to make sense
Conform and be yourself
Just follow steps 1 through 12
Grab some flannel, quit yer wankin'
and jump on the bandwagon
Open your wallet, open your purse
Grab a t-shirt, you're not the first
Now that "grunge" is last year's product
All I can say is, "YOU BOUGHT IT!"--CHORUS
Oh, the sweet sweet smell of the green
The coins glitter, the banker creams
Fiscal reports just got here
It's gonna be a very good year
["This carries a message of rebellion written all over it, and you can hear it in the song, the attitude in which the words are being sung. Here's a definition of rebellion--it's an open resistance to any authority, opposition, and it's an open resistance to any kind of control. Get rowdy, man, get crazy!"]
beg your pardon
(Lyrics written by Crass, copyright/published/anarchy Existencil Music)
In the beginning, they said there was light,
but there's not much left of it now
We're lost in the darkness, seeking sight and sound
and the answers to the what, to the where, or the how
We're talking about freedom while we're locked in a cell
Dreaming of a world without war
Forced to live on the boundaries of hell,
just like no one's ever thought of peace before
What's the point of preaching peace? It's something you don't feel
What's the point of talking love? You don't think love is real
Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies?
Don't talk to me if you can't look me in the eyes
'Cause in the beginning they said there was light
but someone's burnt out the fuse
and now we're all lost in the eternal night
looking for another little candle to use
Lots of little candles, isolated hope
Frail little flames in the gale
Lost little people who just can't cope
just knocking, knocking their heads on the nail
What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself?
What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?
It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real
It's so easy to lie if you ignore the things you feel
CHORUS:
(You) Beg the question, (you) bend the truth
(You're) Bailing out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning, they said there was light
but we never had the eyes to see
Rather than bitch or put up a fight
we ran just like lemmings into the sea
No one really wants to get it together
It's much easier to grab what you can
Everybody's going in hell-for-leather
building little castles in the sand
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretense, deceit
Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet
I don't believe the things you say, make bullshit of the truth
The game you play's offensive and your life's a living proof--CHORUS
In the beginning, they said there was light
but I'm tired of hearing their lies
I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight
Gonna try to use my very own eyes
Gonna make my own decisions, gonna live my own life
They can keep their darkness and gloom
Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough
They can keep their restrictions and laws
and if they think different, I've got one thing to say
and if they think different, I've got one thing to say
and if they think different, I've got one thing to say:
Fuck off, cause I've heard it before--CHORUS
how happy do you want to be?
["Say, tell me--are you happy?"]
I want extra-large and expect a box set
Shiny cars--a blonde treat in the front seat
Brand new things--nice clothes, nice pose
Diamond rings--white dress, it's my guess
CHORUS:
27" screen and a 451
50 weeks straight, two in the sun
A little bigger desk, a little bit more
A little bigger gun than the guy next door
But these things don't always satisfy
quite the way they've been adverstised
You get one, you want two, you get two, you want three
Ask yourself, how happy do you want to be?
How happy do you feel? This will make you happy
How happy do you feel? This will make you happy
C'mere, have I got a deal for you
A California kitchen and an inground pool
2 1/2 kids in the Aerostar
4 1/2 baths and a trophy on your arm
You feel so good to feel so sore
Mistress gets dressed, motel room floor
I got the loaded model, accessories
You wanna take a spin? Here's the keys
["Do you have an answer to our question? Ask yourself this one."/"Stop worrying."/"Trust me, it's gonna work."/"Are you ready for this?"/"I can spend my time actually enjoying life."/"The possibilities are endless."/"Convenient. Expensive. Not too good, but convenient."/"If you're unhappy about the way you look and feel--"/"It's not on my list, but I gotta have it!"]--CHORUS
(You get one, you want two, you get two, you want three)
How happy do you feel? This will make you happy
How happy do you feel? This will make you happy
How happy do you feel? This will make you happy
How happy do you feel? This will make you happy...
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