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No Great Shakes
02:46
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I tried to write a song that would capture something real,
Encapsulate the essence of what people really feel.
But I only wrote more Muzak to lull them all to sleep,
Not a single note or lyric to move a crowd to weep.
Mediocrity, the best that would come out of me.
I’m feeling, I’m feeling empty.
Mediocrity, no better than ordinary.
Just another faceless man to blend into the crowd.
I tried to make a change, an impression left in my name.
Looking back at what I’d done, I’d know I was the one
Who made a lasting marking, but I look back and it’s dark,
A void left in my name. That is all and that’s a shame.
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2. |
Falling Down
03:12
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Living with this indecision is a full-time occupation,
I am wasting away, wasting away.
Waiting on a new religion, some kind of new-found wisdom
To kill the day, to kill the day.
I hear the sounds of a world breaking down,
Everywhere I look there is someone falling down.
Building on the same foundation, cracked walls filled of old ambitions
Are giving way, are giving way.
Falling into familiar logic, beaten before I’ve started
It’s always the same, it’s always the same.
Always looking for an answer
Something to carry me through
Alone with my "old friend” depression
And running out of things to blame
I hear the sounds..
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3. |
Bondage
02:01
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This jealousy it eats away at me.
I try to shut it out, but it just laughs at me.
And the insecurity that binds me up an strangles me.
It won’t let me go,
Or is it me that’s holding on.
I’ve got to let it go
And free myself so I can move on.
I know what you said and I believe you.
I know that no one else can come between us.
Yet still I tremble with a dread when these thoughts invade my head.
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The city streets are filled with peddlers and thieves
Out on the town to see how many they can fleece.
As they kick my heals to pick up the pace
I wall and trip upon the cracks in the cement
And I am not sure where I am going to
And I am not sure just who I ought to be
One thing is for sure, I met the worst of my enemies (me)
Days seem longer when you are tired and afraid,
Eyes fixed upon the clock watching seconds tick away
Suffering in silence like tired hunted prey
Hoping at best just to make to another day
With no direction to be found,
I live my life without compromise
Pissed away, another day, pissed away
Pissed away, another day
Another road block, another door slammed shut
Another day, just pissed away
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5. |
Away From You
02:57
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Wandering these streets I should be wandering with you,
Stealing secret kisses and seeing things so new.
I want to take your hand and run along the banks
of this river through the city, to the doorstep of our dreams.
But the torment of one more moment away from you.
There’s not much I can do.
So I keep dreaming, forever dreaming,
Until I see you once again, I never will let go.
The traffic out there on the streets deprives me of my rest,
And leaves me here in bed, alone, exhausted and depressed.
One more night of restless sleep, my mind’s so far away.
Though I try to keep it occupied, there seems to be no way.
And the torment of one more moment away from you
There’s not much I can do
So I keep dreaming, awake or sleeping,
Until I see you once again, I never will let go
Counting down the days that seem to last as long as months,
I want them to just disappear and pass away at once.
This separation hurts and cuts deeper with each hour.
I’d do anything to be with you if I only had the power.
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6. |
Common Ground
03:29
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Buying in it's the same old story
Do we become what we fear the most?
Living off the cheapest of excuses
Like a worm feeding off a dead host
Fell for the lure, a promise of security
I took the bait and poisoned my sanity.
Day in, day out
No one here is going to tell me different
I only hear what I want to hear
Compromise is the fear of opposition
Don’t you think so?, Don’t you think so ?
Is there any meaning to this fight?
When you are young, you fight for what you believe
The hardest truth can seem so hollow
When you are old, you only act on a guarantee,
Just a taste of what you learn to swallow,
Every day is so short on opportunity
In a world that’s not how it ought to be.
Day in, day out
No one here is going to tell me different
I only hear what I want to hear
Compromise is the fear of opposition
Don’t you think so?, Don’t you think so ?
Is there any meaning to this fight?
I want to know what it is all about
The road ahead is paved with spite and lies
Is this what they call… common ground?
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7. |
Running Up the Score
03:29
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When I stumble in at dawn, will the hall light still be on
To guide me up the stairs and to my bed?
And when I wake up at noon, will it still be far too soon
To rid me of the sickness in my head?
Trying to hold back the devastation, trying to forget.
But remembering brings no cessation, just the years that I regret.
Then I crash into my bed, overcome with a numbing dread
Of the things I did tonight but just don’t recall.
Now my self-control is failing me when I need it desperately.
I guess I’ll stumble on until I fall.
So I recover. I’ll just be back for more.
Always another, I’m running up the score.
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8. |
The Toast
03:37
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I’ll raise a toast to all my friends
May we meet the challenges ahead
Here’s to the promise of a better life
And to the people giving meaning to this fight
I know our lives are getting hard
I know “some day” may never come
Living in this moment make just be enough for now, for now
Here’s to the times we felt alone
Betrayed by all the things we have known
So I stand as witness to the setting sun
We will wait together, for the day to come
We’ll wait for, we’ll wait for, the day to come.
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9. |
The Bitter End
05:05
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My days are numbered here, I should be moving on
I count each weighted breath and pay homage to my crimes
For good, for good and all, it’s just goodbye
I watch as bridges burn, skies fill with gray
All that the rain once saved, the angry tides just wash away
For good, for good and all, it’s just goodbye
We walk an endless mile, unsure of what we will find
Uncertain of our fate, never knowing just what we have
Denied of retribution, to the bitter end
Abandon all the schemes, begin this final chapter
Once slave to regret, always and forever
For good, for good and all, it’s just goodbye
Nothing left to compromise, no one left to leave behind
No words to justify, this empty void inside
For good, for good and all, it’s just goodbye
We walk an endless mile, unsure of what we will find
Uncertain of our fate, victims of our pride
Denied of retribution, to the bitter end
Farewell to this routine my friends and enemies,
There is life full of dreams, another place far from here
For good, for good and all…
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NONE SHALL SLEEP New Jersey
Rising from the post-industrial wasteland, NONE SHALL SLEEP holds a sonic mirror to a deluded and self-destructive world. If
you seek entertainment, keep looking. We reject the maxim “Give the people what they want”, instead giving them what they need– a blaring soundtrack to a society in decay. There shall be no peace and NONE SHALL SLEEP!
John- drums
Mark- gtr/vox
James- bass/vox
Guy- gtr/vox
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