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Second Hand Thoughts

by Tzara

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1.
I’ll take it, I’ll take it slow I’ll drink it like pain Blissful turning Silent whore Wheels are burning One night god I won’t break it, I’ll take it slow It tastes like fear I’ve been raped and I’ve been told To keep sinking in fake gold.
2.
Defined by looks and no trace of substance What do they hide behind their make-up? All they want is things to stay the same Punk Rock in the wrong hands Just words stolen from books they might as well burn Layers of style upon layers of nothing at all Wasted, gutless intellect Hairstyle it’s not a lifestyle Rulers of the freak nation, they wear their shiny crowns Frigids and puritans disguised as artists Choose easy targets to scare away This teenage revolt is just a screen.
3.
Came back late at night Bursting into prayers Now we’ll fake a way We spent years to pay Just to fuel this pain Alright I’ll try Breakdown Next time It’s not impossible We’ve seen this world in rage And who knows who’s to blame? Priests and shows and pills and speeches Melting through my head A name. I recognize that name. Worst Days Shine Change.
4.
Praise the people with shotguns The order of the state Feeding culture with hammers Flags are dangerous friends The lesser of two evils is a god to me Fake enemies I must fight Second hand thoughts and dirty handshakes There are faces behind those masks Wrong war Whose choice? Blindfold.
5.
This is how the story ends I became your second best I’ve been forced to waste my days Tame my fire for someone else Born into this set of hours Work and die for more It’s just a cycle of deception Trained to march so numb (Nothing to rearrange And I still forget my pain) Lie. Life.
6.
Dead lights leading us to nowhere Our sky is pale and grey Growl of engines feeding larvae Shaking our senses And the stomach turns Wait for all Now take it away Buildings throwing up and trembling Crippled and desperate eyes Run in circles within circles Green teeth collapsing They say “one to break them all” Drown those babies in the mud Is this something to burn out? I can’t tell these shadows apart Give me something to burn out I dance down the slime Dead lights leading us to nowhere I’m breeding nothing.
7.
I’m first in the game I eat what you bleed I burn when I pray And I take all I need Faster Blossom Rebel Bullshit “I don’t need to be a global citizen ‘Cause I’m blessed by nationality” I’m everyone’s and nobody’s friend I’m the ghost, the anvil and the snake “I’m naked and fearless And my fear is naked”.
8.
Not even a failure These souls are so much more Doom figures to scare you Crawl from this hole of worms They’re in my body Can’t shake them out They’re in my body Sharp nails Dark preachers of hatred They force their choice on us Impossible fences How can I climb these walls? Our souls are so much more.
9.
Not an option Blood-solid wheel Prove it with chains Keep it this way This is how it ends for us Defined by the greed of another Replaceable and impotent Pieces of this beast we’ve fed So you failed Then we failed as well I can’t believe This is all we have Your sexless diatribes Stepping on the tears of your children Burning beneath the weight Of such mindless pressure My perceptions They’re just a wretched drawing All that they hold Is silent resentment Our lifestyle fantasies will be The gun that we point into our own heads Our hatred is a family value There’s no forever for this. (It’s nothing. I reach down. I bought this picture of the world).
10.
Tainted pictures Dusty edges of false memories Cut them to pieces And rearrange the meaning of this A lung-shaped box where we can keep the things we miss the most.
11.
They say it’s a prey Some pride to twist A phrase as a blade The fright begins What’s hanging above her head? Is this real? What’s hanging inside our heads? This is real They hunt in their heads They just can’t see This blueprint of man Is carved in fear I cannot be What they all wish What’s left in here? How far’s your fist?
12.
Wasted 02:16
13.
This rebellion is a practical joke The talk and the walk are so far apart But you love to act like a victim Sleeping numb in your Rock N’ Roll fantasy ‘Cause we all love victims And nobody wants to look behind the lies Soaking the last remains of your brains Just look me in the eyes and tell me That you’re not one of them Mean little creatures Spreading decay You cannot block the sun Your darkness it’s not strong enough This fire is primal and it lives forever.

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released September 30, 2011

Recorded and mastered by Manuel Platino at Randolph Carter Studios.
Drums recorded at Colón Records Studios.
Produced and mixed by Tzara.
All music by Tzara, all lyrics by Fer Suarez, except "Wasted", music and lyrics by Greg Ginn and Keith Morris.
Artwork & design by Jorge Di Taranto.
Photographs by Victoria Reale and Jorge Di Taranto.

Tzara is: Jorge Di Taranto (guitar), Manuel Platino (bass, backup vocals, saxophone, noises), Mariano Platino (drums), Fer Suarez (guitar, vocals, programming).

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Noisy, dirty, aggressive Hardcore. Sometimes dark and emotional, sometimes chaotic and dissonant, sometimes heavy and groovy.

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