FURNACEFACE--unsafe@anyspeed
Released 1996.
All songs written and copyrighted by Furnaceface (SOCAN) except where noted.
Samples indicated ["like this"].
File collated by Dave Watson/SHLF.
Corrections by Furnaceface.
SONGS:
calender
ode to Grant Hart
slip and stumble
overcome
quarantine
ed acranez
trailer park
rub me the wrong way
biff bang pow
calling from the Lord
unsafe@anyspeed
clobbering time
calender
Woke up in the morning light with one idea in his head
Appearing out of nowhere, a little voice got up and said,
"Don't you worry about anything else except the task at hand.
It's just a matter of logistics and sticking to the plan."
In a flash the days went by just like he'd written down
A series of black marks approaching the red one further down
And every date beyond was filled with what the little voice had said
repeating through the seasons: "Dead. Dead. Dead."
CHORUS:
What's gonna become of us?
A generation out of touch not sure of very much
Took out his calender and marked it all down
Cancelled the paper, took the dog to the pound
Took out his calender, scheduled it right
Quit the job, buy the rope and tied the knot tight
And every date beyond was filled with what the little voice had said
repeating through the seasons: "Dead. Dead. Dead."--CHORUS
ode to Grant Hart
"Everybody's got a breaking point these days.
It's the straw that breaks the camel's back or something like that," she says
"We never see eye to eye anymore anyway.
I watched you pick it up, throw it in the back and drive it all away."
CHORUS:
(And) I don't understand what she's crying for
I'll never understand what she's crying for
Didn't see the tears 'til I walked through our front door
She said, "You don't understand."
"Well, maybe I don't. Explain it to me once more."
I blocked my ears like I done a thousand times before
Feel like I'm ten years old, fighting with my brother,
taping lines across our bedroom floor--CHORUS
Everybody's got a breaking point these days.
I watched you pick it up, toss it in a trunk and throw it all away--CHORUS
slip and stumble
Slip and stumble, trip and fall
down the stairs and into the wall
Down the hallway, onto the floor
Into the closet, right out the door
Down the street, into the park
Round and 'round 'til it gets dark
Out of the city, up through the trees
Onto the beach and into the sea
When it's quiet and you've gone out
into your room I look about
Into your closet and all through your drawers
I'll try on things I adore
Over my head, onto my hips
I don't care it it don't fit
I don't mind if it takes all night
I'll find the ones that I like--1st VERSE
(Do you like to shave your legs? I like to shave my legs. Why? It feels so good.)
Into the sea...
overcome
I start with something and I end up with this
Another victim of his own invention
I start with something--vinegar and piss
The road to hell is paved with best intentions
You draw lines
A slightly different symptom of the same disease
CHORUS:
I've got to rid my mind of the hate instilled in me
I've got to purge the prejudice I've been taught at home, at school and on TV
Pumped into me from birth, my mind's polluted and become
numb to all the pain and suffering that I have yet to overcome
How do you do it?
It's so easy for you to paint the world in black and white
It's not that digital
It's every colour, every shade
How can you break it down to wrong and right?
You draw lines
Create sides that divide and confine--CHORUS
You draw lines
A slightly different symptom of the same disease
You start with something and you end up with this
and no one wins the stupid game you're playing
You start with something, but there's a point you've missed
More concerned with how you sound than what you're saying
You draw lines
A slightly different symptom of the same disease--CHORUS
quarantine
I wanted to believe
Do anything to make it all come true--
at least that what I said
It's easier to talk than it is to do
Feeling all torn up
Stretched between what I want and what I've done
Not knowing just what I've got to do
Feeling all shook down
Quarantined by fear of taking a first step--leaving here
Instead I stand stock still
Instead of doing it I do nothing at all
Sometimes it makes me sick
Sometimes I feel the shit that I've I become
But you know I'm not
You know it's just torpor that I think I've fallen on
Feeling out of touch
So unsure of where I am
Where I've been, exactly where I'm going to
Feeling all shook down...
CHORUS:
And I wanna buckle down
and I wanna tighten up
and I wanna straighten out
and I don't want to fuck up
You think I'd figure out
You think that I'd have known
If I learn from my mistakes
these words just might be a...
CHORUS, 1st VERSE
One thing, by the way...
there's nothing wrong with you.
ed acranez
["They actually cut away the inside of the penis. They cut away the testicles, um, they, but they leave the outer skin, and that's where all the nerve endings are, so it's still living tissue still attached and everything. They then create a vaginal cavity--as the surgeon politely put it, between wind and water--about ten inches deep, and then they use that skin, to fold it inside out so the inside of the penile skin actually forms the walls of the vagina. The only difference is I don't have a clitoris, but as a bonus, I can get stimulation from just penetration."]
trailer park
In northern Saskatchewan there's a black hole in the ground
on the spot the homestead stood 'til it burned without a sound
My grandfather built it up and he brought it down
Tossed a match that chanced to catch when it hit the ground
CHORUS:
And us natural disasters, we know just how he/she felt
You were my hurricane and I was your trailer park
In northern Saskatchewan there's a black scar on the land
on the spot my grandmother searched on her knees and hands
She wiped away the soot and tears and slowly she began
sifting through the ashes just to find her wedding band--CHORUS
You were my hurricane and I was your trailer park
Hey there, didn't I know you years ago?
It's been so long since you left me in the cold
but you'll have to excuse me, I put everything on hold
I'm still sorting through your wreckage searching for my ring of gold
rub me the wrong way
You've gotta figure her out and make peace with yourself
and realize that it's not just you living here but someone else as well
So here it goes, you think you're ready again
to give her just one more chance
Just one more crack before she screws you all up again
Rub me the wrong way again
Against the grain
She's been through history, knows where you are
and she'll promise you the earth
on flights through heaven and the stars
She's been through centuries, travelled near and far
She sits patiently and waits for you to call
I know she'll rub me the wrong way again
Against the grain
When your heart's confused and your will is weak
She'll sneak up behind your back and slip between your sheets
She'll slide under your skin and whisper what she sees
and she'll take you from your senses and bring you to your knees
I know she'll rub me the wrong way again
Against the grain
Rub me the wrong way again
Against the grain
biff bang pow
(Music/Lyrics--Pickett/Phillips, ©EMI Publishing)
I wanna see your face everywhere I go
You gotta be other places, places I don't know
Happenin' right now--Biff bang pow!
I can't get rid of you no matter how I try
You're always around me like a double-0 spy
Happenin' right now--Biff bang pow!
CHORUS:
Biff bang pow! Gonna knock you out
Biff bang pow! Gonna scream and shout
Biff bang pow! Do it right now!
Biff! Bang! Pow!
You can't fool me, yeah, I know the score
You better move along, girl, before I call the law
Happenin' right now--Biff bang pow!
SUBATOMIC GUITAR SOLO, CHORUS, 2nd VERSE
Happenin' right now--Biff! Bang! Pow!
calling from the Lord
["Punk rock? What is that, some kind of joke?"]
I woke up one night with a terrible fright
I knew the Lord was coming soon
but what the hell was he doing in my room?
He said, with a mighty crash and a lightning flash,
"Son, you're among the chosen few.
Boy, have I got a deal for you."
CHORUS
And now I, I got a calling from the Lord
Yeah, I, I got a calling from the Lord
Yeah, I, I got a calling from the Lord
He said, "Son, you're just the one I'm lookin' for."
He was kind of fat in his cowboy hat
He spoke with a drunken slur
I knew I should believe him but I wasn't sure
He said, "There's quite a demand for this little scam of selling guilt and sin.
I've got a good thing going here and I'll let you in."--CHORUS
He said, "My gift to you is a world of fools
who like to follow guys like you."
An opportunity, a growth industry
You can lead the true believers if you follow me...CHORUS
unsafe@anyspeed
Straight out of the factory
Out of the lot and into the street
Deaf with delight and dumb as cane
You make mistakes, I do the same
Like driving fast? Well, I do, too
Don't think I can? Well, watch me go now
Eyes wide with wonder and blind with chrome
The firing cycle's drummed into me
I follow lines you'll never see
I'd rather sit in the driver's seat than a passenger for eternity
Unsafe, unsafe at any speed
Unsafe, unsafe at any speed...
clobbering time
The ref said, "Keep it clean. Standing eight-count in effect."
I'd heard about her right, it's her left I won't expect
She caught me on the heart with a jab I didn't see
I'm dancing like a butterfly, but she's stinging like a bee
She's got me down, down--but I'm not out
I'm coming 'round, 'round--for another bout
It's clobbering time
and I'm down, but I'm not out
It's clobbering time
and there goes the bell
Feeling cocky in my corner when we got in the ring
but my confidence was on the ropes when she took her first swing
I've always had the upper hand in the tale of the tape
but in this title fight of love, I'm a featherweight
She's got me down, down--but I'm not out
I'm coming 'round, 'round--for another bout
It's clobbering time
It's clobbering time
It's clobbering time
and there goes the bell
It's clobbering time
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