About "...Is A Real Boy" album:
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"...Is A Real Boy" by Say Anything, which was released in 2004 and consists of 9 songs.
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Alive With The Glory Of Love
When I watch you, I wanna do you right where you're standing (yeah)
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view (oh yeah)
Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that (yeah)
You're lovely, baby. This war is crazy. I won't let you down (Oh no no)
No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no, oh no, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no.
No, oh no no no!
I wouldn't sell my belt to industry
So they carded me
And they carted me off.
Naked but that belt around my waist
It was my father's once
I still see his face
I said woah oh oh
They carted me off.
I said woah oh oh
They carted me off.
Chia-Like, I Shall Grow
I've watched you all succeed with the highest marks in greed from my cave, where you're displayed like photographs that bleed
And my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes.
I am hate everlasting with each sickly spell I'm casting.
I discard all my feelings. The stars scar my ceiling.
Sun, I won't spare you. Moon, I won't spare you.
My pain is mine. It's become my friend iwth time. Chia-like, it grows.
Watch it fester for my foes.
One day, I'm going to get up get right back into the city with my flamethrower mouth.
You bet your life it won't be pretty.
I discard all my feelings. The stars still scar my ceiling.
Every Man Has A Molly
Here I am
Laid there at the end of my rope.
I've lost all hope so long
Molly Connolly just broke up with me
Over the revealing nature of the songs.
You goddamn kids had best be gracious with the merch money you spend
'Cause for you I won't ever
Have rough sex with Molly Connolly again.
Here I am, laid down at the end of my rope
I Want To Know Your Plans
I want to know your plans
And how involved in them I am
When I go to sleep for good,
Will I be forgiven?
And if you want roses, you can go buy a bouquet
If that just won't cut it, well what can I say?
You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead
Strength in my bones put the words in my head
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you
Slowly, Through A Vector
Passing slowly though the vector
Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector
With my laugh, my lonely minion
Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon
Were fast and slow, were fast and slow, slow, slow
Drink the colors of the night time
If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time
Ill display my disaffection (you brought me up, yea, you spit me out)
Out across the city
All the words in my mouth that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out banded together
To form a makeshift militia and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.
I stood proud in the gallery with my open socket of a mouth for them to see.
They all just laughed and said "That boy , he, that boy's got woe.(woe.) He lives with woe.(woe.)"
And this girl who I met whose pride makes her hard to forget,
She took pity on me (horizontally) but most likely because of my band.(hey)
It's all I can get when I'm lonely and these visions of death seem to own me
In the quiet of the classrooms all across the stacked United States of Woe. We live with woe.
She said "I can't get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes.
My feet are so black and blue and so are you."
Yellow Cat (Slash) Red Cat
I watched my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard
The feline war has raged for years, so I assume it'd be too hard
For me to drive my foot between them, I would never risk the scratch
Just to prove to one or both of them
A cat is just a cat
Again I watched my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home
He makes fun of the hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone
Snug in the cushion of his cackling, he forgets his looming doubts
He has relied on this for years, you will not yank the carpet out
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