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End Hits par Fugazi - Paroles et titres de l'album

FugaziSorti en 1998Alternative RockUnited States
Titres : 13
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Durée : 47:46
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Label : Dischord Records
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Complete Album Tracklist

1

Break

02:12
2

Place Position

02:45
3

Recap Modotti

03:50
4

No Surprise

04:12
5

Five Corporations

02:28
6

Caustic Acrostic

02:01
7

Closed Captioned

04:52
8

Floating Boy

05:45
9

Foreman’s Dog

04:21
10

Arpeggiator

04:28
11

Guilford Fall

02:57
12

Pink Frosty

04:09
13

F/D

03:42

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Paroles de Recap Modotti

5 ContributorsRecap Modotti LyricsSimilar to previous song “Place Position”, “Recap Modotti” deals with immigration issues, though it takes a more personal approach to the concept. Its sound is similarly subdued, quite clearly written… Read More Recap in taxi
No clothes, no food
Take care of the children
We'll send for you soon
Alien
You find you feel at home
Everywhere
You'll get by
With so much less than anyone
 
Deceived
Entrapment through belief
Disclosure would decree
Accusations would be shed
 
Instead
We stand over the dead
The vultures all well fed
The killer running free
 
Outside the window
The passing night sky
Fills with people I know
Taking me
Home

Paroles de Caustic Acrostic

3 ContributorsCaustic Acrostic LyricsLights out
For the cynical sharps
For their wide-eyed foils
And all attendant props
Supporters of flash
And pan-fried fucks
Who Grease like cops
Throwing round their body weight and
 
I feel dangerous and vexed
Swinging two ton second guess
And every motion just cuts too cruel
(Too cruel, too cruel)
And the implication's
That you're implicated
Like a caustic acrostic
Spelling out your name
 
Lights out
Cause I can see in the dark
Sidewind
My way to the mark of
Fuse lines
Gas-wet for a spark
I crash, I burn, I've fully lost it anyway
 
 
I feel dangerous and vexed
Swinging two ton second guess
And every motion just cuts too cruel
(Too cruel, too cruel)
And the implication's
That you're implicated
Like a caustic acrostic
Spelling out your name
 
And you're nowhere
Lights out loser

Paroles de Floating Boy

[?]
All right
To see all right [?]
 
Fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa
 
All right
To see all right [?]
To see all right [?]
 
Fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa
 
All right
 
The sun came up
The sun came out
The sun did us in
The sun came out and tore us up
It ripped the shit out of our behinds
And we drove home on towels
Off the heat of the seats
With sand in our teeth
All right, all right
 
 
Float on the ocean
Float on the sea
Float on the ocean
(Float, float, the sun [?])
Lie on the ocean
Float on the ocean
It's all right
Down on the sea
Lie on the ocean
Float on the ocean
(Floater) [?]
(Gone) [?]
Gone, yeah [?]
... The breeze [?]
... Clouds [?]
Lie on the ocean
Lie on the sea
Lie on the ocean
Water and wave under
So what?
Down
(Down, down, down)
Lie on the ocean
(Down on the ocean)
Down on the sea
(Down on the sea)
Lie on the ocean
(Lie on the ocean)
Down on the sea
(Down on the sea)
 
 
Not brave but
We're down for the count
All right

Paroles de Foreman’s Dog

[Verses 1 to 5: Picciotto]
 
Here's an all new version
Teeming with distractions
Trojan horse rolled backwards
Mastered by your own device
 
Then splice
Then cut in
The sad and sorry image
O Some grinning 'caster
Staring at a sinkhole
Piling up disasters
Marking the footage 'raw'
Now parade the muscles
Trying to make their dicks grow
Warring with their bodies
Dimensions oversold
 
And I wonder
"I wonder if I pierce it
Will my body stop lying to me?"
Now mouthing mile a minute
Blasting like a furnace
Fogging up the lenses
With the dampness of spew
 
 
[Chorus: MacKaye & Picciotto]
 
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Laws of stimulation
Signed anonymous
It's just a stock set-up
 
[Verses 6-7: Picciotto]
 
Man check it out!
A well worn cop's shoe's
Kicking out a door frame
Classwar extra
PR-ing like a foreman's dog
"What a slob
But I guess you know
He's got to make a living somehow"
 
Tossing a wild eyed greaser
Right onto the pavement
Scanned into the bright light
Maxing the pixels to glow
 
 
[Chorus: MacKaye & Picciotto]
 
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Laws of stimulation
Signed anonymous
It's a stock set-up
 
[Post-Chorus: MacKaye]
 
How did it come to this
Huh, huh
How did it come
Come to this
How did it come
To mean nothing but this?
 
[Outro: MacKaye & Picciotto]
 
It's all I can say
It's all I can say