_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... FUGAZI lyrics presented by G.A. Ellsworth >>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ This file consists of lyrics from FUGAZI's demo and self-titled EP (Dischord records). The band is: Joe Lally - bass Brendan Canty - drums Guy Picciotto - vocals Ian MacKaye - vocals and guitar And now, a few words from FUGAZI: --SONG NUMBER ONE Song number one is not a fuck you song I'll save that one for later on You wanna know if there's something wrong? It's nothing Everybody's talking about their hometown scenes And hurting people's feelings in their magazines You want to know what it all means? It's nothing Fighting for a haircut? Then grow your hair Crying for the music? I doubt you really care Looking for an answer? You can find it anywhere It's nothing Life is what you want it to be So don't get tangled up trying to be free And don't worry what the other people say It's nothing --FURNITURE This is a song with no words Nobody can here the missing They just look at mouth and say, "Hey man, I know where he's coming from" Furniture has no say in life It was made to be used by people How many times have you felt like a bookshelf Full of thought already written This is a song with no words I'm sure you've heard it before You can see my mouth and you know that it's moving You already know where I'm coming from Right here --TURN OFF YOUR GUNS Turn off your guns Don't cut your skin no more Everybody's always saying, If you hate life so much, what are you living for? While we're still paying You never hurt yourself You hurt everybody else And you talk about dying But when your wish comes true, and there's no more you We're still trying, we'll be trying This is not the end of you Noting in life could be that bad --BREAK-IN And he's happy because she's got skin And she's happy just to let him in When he asks will you let me in? And from a place where they share skin they say Come inside And he's happy because she's got skin And it's sweet when she lets him in, no sin But there's a when where skin wears thin And she finds she's working on another skin deep inside Deep inside Break-in And then he wonders will my money, will it cover for me? Can I stay outside and let it cover for me? But she can't get outside, she's the covering And she can't get outside, she's the covering --AND THE SAME At the risk of being too politically correct This comes to you spiritually direct An attempt to thoughtfully change Your way of thinking That is if you believe in race And that you were born in the right time and place This is a thought, about face Your way of thinking And the same could be said For all the people who are lying dead To die was only distraction What they found out a bit too late Got twisted up in all that hate And now it plays the part of reaction If you have to carry a gun To keep your seat at number one This is a bullet you can't outrun Your way of thinking Just wait and see, it's coming round Conscripted from the lost and found And still we find so tightly wound Your way of thinking --WORD You got a problem? What can you do? What was that word again? Life has got me down Everything is wrong Mom & Dad...(and so forth, whatever) What was that word again? The word is... You see ugliness? You see ugliness? You see reflection. Your reflection What was that word again? What was that word again? The word is... Change --WAITING ROOM I am a patient boy I wait, I wait, I wait My time is like water down a drain Everybody's moving, everything is moving Please don't leave me to remain In the waiting room I don't want the news I'm not a part of it I don't want the news I have no use for it Sitting outside of town Everybody's always down Because... They can't get up But I don't sit by idly I'm planning a big surprise I'm gonna fight for what I want to be I won't make the same mistakes Because I know how much time that wastes Function is the key In the waiting room --BAD MOUTH You can't be what you were You have to be what you are You can't be what you were Time is now and it's running out You can't be what you were So you'd better start living the life You've been singing about You can't be what you were No movement, no movement, no movement In a bad mouth It betrays a bad mind --IN DEFENSE OF HUMANS In defense of humans Lay down your power trip Stop toying with emotions And relationships You don't rise when people fall In defense of humans Lay down your politics They're all big money And media tricks You don't rise when people fall I see you ride this world I see you rob this world I see you rape this world On off on off on off And I don't like what I see Greed In defense of humans Lay down your human pride We're born into our bodies No chance to decide You don't rise when people fall In defense of humans Lay down your sticks and stones Weapons and violence Are better off left alone You don't rise when people fall --MERCHANDISE When we have nothing left to give There will be no reason for us to live But when we have nothing left to lose You'll have nothing left to use We owe you nothing so You have no control Merchandise keeps us in line Common sense says it's by design What could the business men ever want more Than to have us sucking in their stores? We owe you nothing You have no control You are not what you own --BULLDOG FRONT Ahistorical--you think this shit just dropped Right out of the sky My analysis: it's time to harvest the Crust from your eyes To surge and refine, to rage and define Ourselves Against your line so sorry friend but You must resign You want to figure it out We'll throw down, we'll throw down You want to figure it out Well throw down your bulldog front Bold bold mouth talking not so bold Now that you've eaten your own Lips flecked, mouth specked you strip the Skin right off of the bone And I would never say you act without Precision or care, but it's all attention To armor, to the armor you wear so well Let's knock and check to see If there's somebody home --BURNING There's something acting on this body Something goes in when nothing comes out And someone's acting on this information But nothing's registered from this location From this site that I am, in asking What is this buring in my eyes? I wanted a language of my own My lips sucked empty and I mouthed the lines Of this crowd that surrounds me Punctured and parceled I fold my hand To this site that I snse that I am in asking What is this burning in my eyes? --GIVE ME THE CURE I never thought too hard on dying before I never sucked on the dying I never licked the side of dying before And now I'm feeling the dying You've got your hands over your ears You've got your mouth running on You've got your eyes looking for something that will never be found--like a reason And I don't need a reason I never thought too hard on dying before I never thought on the dying I never held the hand of dying before And now I'm feeling the dying But you got to Give me the shot Give me the pill Give me the cure Now what you've done to my world --SUGGESTION Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion? Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men? I've got some skin You want to look in There lays no reward in what you discover You spent yourself watching me suffer Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands Suffere your interpretation of what it is to be a man I've got some skin You want to look in She does nothing to deserve it He only wants to observe it We sit back like they taught us We keep quiet like they taught us He just wants to prove it She does nothing to remove it We don't want anyone to mind us So we play the roles that they assigned us She does nothing to conceal it He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it We blame her for being there But we are all guilty --GLUE MAN I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes up, the tide rolls out The trucks roll by the park still a park Where children play and pick up stones Anything to make them feel less alone--he's alone His mind is his own town where his thoughts run aground They fall all over and down I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes down, the tide rolls back We crawl our way back to the house we call home he holds his home in the palm of his hand And he says, and he says You are my everyone, you are my anyone You are my anytime, you are my everytime You are my everywhere...anywhere... (Word donation & direction Jem Cohen) _ _ _____________________________________________________________________ /((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321 [ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412 \ / |PURE NIHILISM........517/337-7319 The Switchboard.......718/358-9209 (' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 time centre...........312/377-0359 (U) |===================================================================== .ooM |1989 cDc communications by G.A. Ellsworth. 04/29/89-#102 \_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.