FURNACEFACE--Let it Down
Released 1990.
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 of Furnaceface.
SONGS:
New Pad
I Don't Think...
Back For More
Disco
White Boys
Kid (You've Got it Made)
Lady From the Embassy
Sucked Into Drugland
Instrumental (w/ Words)
To a White Girl
Porkbellies
Let's Live
Let Down Your Cool
New Pad
I feel sooo funky!
["I know you gonna dig this!"]
I was lookin' 'round for a brand new pad ("Uh-huh.")
My girlfriend kicked me out of the one I had ("Go on! Get outta here! Right now!!")
I'm gonna get a whole house and share it ("That doesn't sound too bad." "Yeah." "Yeah.")
I figure, if I get a whole house and share it, I can save a ton of cash ("Mo' money!")
CHORUS:
I hate my new pad
I hate my new pad (I want my old place back)
I hate my new pad
I hate my new pad (but she won't have me back)
Well, I found this one place, but it was a dive ("Aw, yuck!!")
The people who lived there looked half-dead, but the bugs sure were alive
I wanted to take a bath, 'cause my hair, it felt like leather ("Like WHAT?" "LEATHUURRRRR!!!")
But I knew if I dived into that cesspool, I wouldn't be workin' again ever ("Uh-unh.")
BRIDGE:
Believe it! It's unbelievable!
"Somebody shut that goddamn TV off!"
"Say WHAAAAAAT???"
"NOOOOO!!!"--CHORUS
"(All right, I'm waking up to this new place, going up the steps, and I've got all this money in my pocket for my first month's rent, and I know it's gonna be great.)"
"Well, sonny, I think there's a few things you should know before you move your stuff into MY place."
"Like what?"
"First of all, I want first and last month's rent--every month."
"Aww...but..."
"Second of all, if you're thinking of coming in or leaving, you better let me know 24 hours in advance in writing, because I have the only keys."
"What?...But I..."
"Third of all, no visitors, no friends, no parties."
"What?...Aw...But what if I...?"
"Fourth and last, no music, no singing in the shower, no radios and NO FUNKY MUSIC!!!!"
INCOMING HARMONICA SOLO!
I was lookin' round for a brand new pad ("Uh-huh.")
My girlfriend kicked me out of the one I had ("Go on! Get out of here! Right now!")--BRIDGE, CHORUS
I hate my new pad (but she won't have me back)
I hate my new pad
["I didn't drink too...are you done? Are you done?"]
I Don't Think...
CHORUS:
I don't think you really know what you're saying
I don't think you really know what you mean
I don't think you really done too much thinking
Teaching your child ignorace is obscene
Baby's first words--a racist slur
Boots and braces at the age of three
Mommy's naïve and Daddy's head is thick
Baby's first step is gonna be a kick
I'm saying...
CHORUS 2:
I don't think you really know what you're saying
I don't think you really know what you mean
I don't think you really done too much thinking
Teaching your child how to hate is obscene
Now your baby has a mind of is own
Old enough for school but you keep him home
You say you don't want him 'round those ethnic types
You keep him home and teach him "might is right"
I'm saying...CHORUS 2
2--First pair of Docs
4--Sings along to a Skrewdriver record
6--Old enough to realize he has no hair
8--Extorts lunch money
10--Expelled from school
12--Tattoos his bottom lip
14--Attends National Front rally
16--Burns crosses on black neighbours' lawns
18--First pregnancy
20--Jailed for murder
22--Death by beating in prison
Your patriotism is an evil charm
Your cheap disguise is the flag on your arm
Don't look to me--I don't know what I'll do
Don't look to me when they put the boot to you
I'm sayin'...CHORUS 2
Back for More
Desire hits me like a landslide and I'm
(I'm going back for, I'm going back for more)
Tried it once, just once, but once is not enough, I'm going back
(I'm going back for, I'm going back for more)
CHORUS:
Sometimes I wonder why I try
(Sometimes I wonder why I try) I think that I could close my eyes
It might be like it was before (I'm going back for more)
Sometimes I wonder what's the use
I know it's just a thin excuse
(Just an excuse) I want it like it was before
I'm going back for more
She takes a lickin', keeps on tickin', keeps on stickin' with him
(She's going back for, she's going back for more)
She takes as much as she can stand and what she can't stand
(Going back for, she's going back for more)--CHORUS
I'm going back for more
I'm going back for more
I'm going back for more
I'm going back for more
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Desire hits me like a landslide and I'm
(I'm going back for, I'm going back for more)
I got no sense, got no defense, got no resistance
(I'm going back for, I'm going back for more)--CHORUS
Disco
So who becomes a politician?
Usually the last person who should be
And who becomes a policeman?
Not the type you want out walking the streets
CHORUS:
Oh, oh oh oh, what can you do?
Oh, oh oh oh, what can you prove?
I remember once I had to call the police
because I had seen a woman beat
and when he arrived, he said, "I can't do anything, these things happen."
As soon as I left, he hit on my girlfriend--CHORUS
Well, I can't stand here all day
to make sure you that you obey
the very laws that you enforce
You're less a solution than the source--CHORUS
CHORUS [x2]
Prove? Prove? Prove? Prove?
White Boys
I've got white blood cells in my veins, covered up with pasty skin
but I know I've got to have some kind of groove deep down within
I come from out in the suburbs where they groove to crap like Wham!
("Uh huh.") The closest I've come to Motown is that bad song by the Jam
White boys, white boys
White boys trying to groove
"Do you eat white bread for your sandwich?" "If my mom cuts off the crust."
It isn't hard to tell we've never been to the back of the bus
"How 'bout Malcolm X?" "Wasn't he in Hanoi Rocks?" "That's right."
I've got enough soul to fill a thimble, but not quite to the top
CHORUS:
White boys, white boys
White boys trying to groove
Uptight and white
Uptight and white, but I'm gonna break through
I'm uptight and white, but I'm gonna learn how to groove
Well, my mama calls 'em "darkies" and my daddy calls 'em "coons"
I don't wanna get offensive but I get so damn confused
I was raised on a steady diet of TV racial stereotypes ("That's a mouthful!")
We do our best to protest but we believe the hype--CHORUS
(Uptight and white
Uptight and white)
Do you eat white bread for your sandwich (if your mom cuts off the crust)?
It isn't hard to tell you've never been to the back of the bus
How 'bout Malcolm X? "Wasn't he in Hanoi Rocks?"
(You) got enough soul to fill a thimble, but not quite to the top--CHORUS
["That's not true. That's absolutely not true."]
Kid (You've Got it Made)
It takes about one day a week of getting up before the daybreak
and running out in the world before you're even half awake
to make you think (think) about the hours you've wasted--
hours you can't afford to throw away--on someone else's dream
for something that you saw in some--some stupid magazine
CHORUS:
"You--you don't know when you got it good
Yeah, you--you don't know (you can't complain)
You--you don't know when you got it good
Yeah, you--you don't know,"
and they always say, "Kid, you got it made."
It makes it easier to understand the drunks out in the street
They got their own type of prison and their own way to be free
Sometimes I swear I'd trade them places (I swear), for all I care,
'cause as it is, this cell is killing me
I'm not becoming who I am, who I wanna be--CHORUS
It takes about one day of waking up before the daybreak
Putting your shoulder to the wheel, then your nose against the windowpane
to salivate at the stimuli, it's enough to make a grown man cry
It seems like such a waste, trading hours and trading days
of time you can't afford to throw away on someone else's dream
for something that you saw in some stupid magazine--CHORUS [x2]
Lady From the Embassy
Here comes the lady from the South African Embassy
She seems so nice when I, I see her on the street
I wanna stop and say, "Hello, how do you be?"
but then I think about it--now she gives me the willies
She seems so nice
She seems so nice
She seems so nice
Sucked into Drugland
(Lyrics written by Andrew McKean)
1st VERSE:
You thought you'd get your rocks off, you thought you'd have a blast
You've been sucked into Drugland and you're questioning your past
Your head is 10 feet tall and your feet don't touch the ground
You've been sucked into Drugland--just take a look around
CHORUS:
(Sucked into Drugland)
What do you exist for? What is this nightmare scene?
Sucked into Drugland, now part of the machine
You're in some slimy disco, and nothing there is real
Sucked into Drugland--has your ego burst its seal?
2nd VERSE:
Step into an open field upon a sunny day
Gaze out on the land and tell me what you think
Now you've got your rocks off and you've paid for your blast
That acceleration of experience is something of your past--CHORUS
(Sucked, sucked, sucked, sucked into Drugland)--2nd VERSE
["I was boiling inside. I wanted to reach out and punch you!"
"Oh...oh...neat!"]
Instrumental (w/ Words)
If I had a diary, your page would be burned
and all your letters stamped "Return"
Every time that you are near
I'm laughing at you through my tears
CHORUS:
I'm laughin' at you (through my tears)
You know I'm laughing
If I had your picture I might throw darts
My little black book full of little black marks
Every time that you are near
I'm crying thorugh this smile and laughing through my tears--CHORUS
To a White Girl
(Words written by Elridge Cleaver, from his book Soul on Ice)
["Too black, too strong."]
"Somehow I arrived at the conclusion that, as a matter of principle, it was of paramount importance for me to have an antagonistic, ruthless attitude towards white women. The term 'outlaw' appealed to me, and at the time my parole date was drawing near, I considered myself to be mentally free. I was an outlaw. I had stepped outside the white man's law, which I had repudiated and scorned in self-satisfaction. I became a law unto myself. My own legislature, my own Supreme Court, my own executive. At the moment I walked out of the prison gate, my feelings towards white women in general could be summed up in the following lines:"
I love you because you're white
Not because you're charming or bright
Your whiteness is a silky thread
Snaking through my thoughts in red-hot patterns of lust and desire
I hate you because you're white
Your white meat is nightmare food
White is the skin of evil
You're my Moby Dick, white witch
You're my Moby Dick, white witch
Symbol of the rope and hanging tree, of the burning cross
Loving you thus, and hating you so
My heart is torn in two, crucified
I love you because you're white
Not because you're charming or bright
Porkbellies
Hey, mister, what you selling today? Hey, mister?
Whatever makes a dollar in the quickest way
Hey, mister, what's the price you pay? Hey, mister?
Another long-term loss for a short-term gain
Another long-term loss for a short-term gain
Hey, mister--another long-term loss for a short-term gain
Hey, mister, what you selling today?
Let's Live
1st VERSE:
(Let's live) on a clock without any hands
(Let's live) in a place where the sun never sets
(Let's count) every grain till we die in the sand
2nd VERSE:
I remember the second that summer began
(Let's live) The ocean waves, the North Star and the sand
(Let's live) A roaring fire and a bottle in hand
CHORUS:
My watch (my watch)
It's stopped (it's stopped)
I won't release one more heartbeat (I won't release one more heartbeat)
3rd VERSE:
(Let's live) I remember hitch-hiking over the ridge
(Let's live) We walked for miles and didn't get a lift
(Let's live) But the sun was hot--we didn't give a shit--CHORUS; CHORUS & 2nd VERSE
Let Down Your Cool
1st VERSE:
We're trying to do this thing
We're trying to do what we feel
We're trying to do this thing
Let down your cool and be real
Everybody these days seems to be trying to hide and conceal (what they're feeling)
We're asking you to let down your cool and reveal
CHORUS:
Hey...let down your cool
Hey...let down your cool
2nd VERSE:
People tell us we need an image if we're gonna make it
We're telling people that "image" is another word for "fake it"
People say we'll go nowhere if we have no goal
I don't wanna build an image, I want to strengthen my soul
(and you know how to do that)--CHORUS
SOLO, 1st VERSE, CHORUS, PERCUSSION BREAKDOWN
(You gotta let down your cool)
(Gonna let down, gonna let down, gonna let down my cool)
(Let down, let down your cool)--CHORUS
Let
down
your
cool.
["Hey!"
"What a bitch!"
"Chill out!"
"No, YOU chill out!"
"I've got an ear here!"
"Go to hell!" (click)
"Uhh, ha ha..."]
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