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Guitar |
— Bobby Tacoma |
Guitar/VOX |
— Heather Huber |
Bass/VOX |
— Jarad Ziemba |
Drums |
— Jonah Magar |
Trumpet |
— Dave Bernard |
Trombone |
— Eric Dluzniewski/Todd Krone |
Saxophone |
— Dave Goodrich |
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Lyrics |
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Shame On Us |
Chemistry |
(Heather) |
(Heather) |
This song was composed in reaction to a news article that Heather saw. Some white guys killed a man just because he was black - [MrH] |
Self explanatory, Heather does not like chemistry - [MrH] |
What could I say
That would stop all this hate? That could make a difference In the world today? Should it be up to me? Could I make them see That the world is naught Without diversity? What are they thinking? What are they drinking That would make them be able To kill without blinking? I don't see color. I don't see hues, But I guess not everybody Sees like I do. Shame on us For stopping change Shame on us For fueling rage. Shame on us For pointing blame. I'm looking towards tomorrow, And it's all the same. What could I do That would start a new view? If I gave them a thought, Would it give them a clue? Could they wake up one day Feeling new and changed? Or are they gonna live their lives Every day the same? Something's gotta be done. Something's gotta be said. 'Cause too many people Are ending up dead. We've gotta find a way To stop this pointless hate 'Cause if we don't act now, It'll be too late. |
40 minutes left.
20 down, twice as many to go. I'll try to keep myself awake 'Cause forced to learn about absolute zero. The kid behind me's asleep. He's got his head down. He doesn't care About dipole-dipole forces, London dispersion, And frankly I don't see why I should either. Chemistry doesn't interest me Like English does or Band, Undeniably it's the dullest class That I have ever had. I guess I should try to get a good grade, Do the best I can, But I still have my opinion, Which is that it's bad. And I hate Chemistry, Isn't gonna do anything for me. Molar mass just isn't my thing. And I don't care about Cesium, Or water vapor reaching equilibrium, Or why that hydrogen gas is diffusing. Chemistry just isn't amusing. 5 minutes left! I'm almost done, I'm almost free! At least until I get home And my homework gets the best of me. I'm so excited! Now I get to go to history. I know it isn't that great, But it's better than Chemistry.  |
Liar, Liar |
Funk Dis |
(Jarad and Heather) |
(Heather) |
Dedicated to all of the self absorbed losers out there that are shallow, vain and can't manage to have an honest moment in their lives - [MrH] |
Inspired by a love of music...'nuff said - [MrH] |
Two-faced liar
A social whore. Honesty never Known before. Fabrication Always leads To desperation, Lies, and greed. Two-faced liar A human snake. Never considers What's at stake. Does he care About how others feel? Is he aware Of what his actions reveal? Liar, Liar Pants on fire Hypocritical desire Dire, dire Thoughts inspire Hypocritical desire. Monkey see, monkey do Monkey won't care If they're lies or truth. Monkey lies to suit his needs. He might trick some but he can't fool me. He might trick some but he can't fool me. He might trick some but he can't fool me. Hypocrite What's on your mind? I hope you get Payback in time. A big fat fist Shoved in your gut. I never miss Once I erupt.  |
Sometimes it's like a hurricane,
Knocking at my front door. It's banging on the window pane. I'm begging it for more. It's so dumbfounding It surrounds me, begging me to stay And I can't refuse an offer When it's asked that way. It's a wave in the ocean And I'm riding on the top. It's a roller coaster ride That I'm never gonna stop. It's my security blanket - I feel safe and sound. I'm on a rocket to the moon And I'm never coming down. Get up! Get down! Just move around! It's my big, big thrill. It's my methamphetamine. It's the fuel in my engine. It's my gasoline. Like being four years old In your mother's arms, It's the feeling that there's nothing That could do you any harm. It's a bright, bright day Or a dark, dark night. No matter how you're playing, You're feeling something right. It's like you're skydiving, free-falling, But this time it's real And no matter how the song goes, You're playing what you feel. Listen close now Can you feel the rhythm? Can you see all the notes? Can you reach out and get 'em? Can you feel the harmony Deep in your soul? You gotta let it loose You gotta set it free And lose control. |