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Kicking Up Dust
02:49
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I put up all the pictures on the wall.
I'm kicking up the dust again.
The light catches as it falls.
I opened up the blinds.
I opened up my eyes.
There's no use in hiding anymore.
There's no erasing the writing on the page,
But I can scream, "It's just a stage.
It's just a stage to keep my feet stuck on the ground,
To quit moving the furniture around."
The dust moves in circles at my feet.
I don't believe in cycles.
I don't believe in retreat.
There's no cleaning up this mess,
but I can scream, "I'm not settling.
I'm not settling for less than what I'm asking for.
No, I'm not fucking around.
I won't pile with the grime that's settled on the ground!"
I'm not looking for a clean slate.
No, I'm not looking to leave the ground.
I'm not pulling off this sound.
No, I'm not pulling off this sound.
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2. |
No
02:42
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"I won't sleep,
I won't say no,
and I won't feel trapped.
There's no power in that.
There's no power in that."
I've slept in for eight straight years.
I had to grow, so I said no.
So I said no.
How can I move forward but feel left behind?
Does that mean that progress is a lie?
But I knew I had to grow, so I said no.
So I said no.
I said no.
I said no.
I said no.
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3. |
Cut it Out
02:31
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Time crunches at my feet.
I can't step to the beat.
I traded my stride for a ride in the front seat.
The mass is packing on.
My ankles have their doubts.
I can't stand.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
No.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
No.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
No.
I won't cut it out.
I won't cut it out.
No.
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4. |
Solid Knowledge
01:54
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Though I was born without the key,
I could walk right past the gatekeeper.
He wouldn't even try to stop me.
He wouldn't take a second glance.
There is nothing that I've done or learned
To earn this kind of privilege.
No.
And I can talk to you for days
About the disadvantages that I could always place
In a muzzle
For the fear
In a mold that I've been letting dry for years.
And no matter how solid that knowledge gets,
There will always be someone out there to pick at it.
And no matter how solid that knowledge gets,
There will always be someone out there to pick at it.
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5. |
Static Shout
02:09
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I don't know how to speak the truth.
I don't speak the same language as you,
But I hear it every day.
I'm not gonna give up.
It's not a waste of my time.
I'm not gonna give up.
I won't waste my time.
I heard the voice up at the top,
But it's all stopped.
It's all a mess now.
And I hear the same words every day,
But they begin to deteriorate into a static shout.
I don't know how to speak the truth.
I don't speak the same language as you,
But I hear it every day.
I'm not gonna speak up.
I won't waste my time.
I'm not gonna speak up.
I won't waste my time.
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Edmonton Gainesville, Florida
Edmonton:
Rick - Guitar
Kiiks - Vocals/Guitar
James - Bass
Johnny - Drums
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