@ARTIST: JAWBREAKER
@ALBUM: 24 Hour Revenge Therapy

(Time Wasted by : IAMHOLTZ@oak.grove.iup.edu)

@SONG: THE BOAT DREAMS FROM THE HILL
Boat on a hill, never going to sea. Anchored to a fixer upper's dream. This 
boat is beat, never gonna be a boat now. Thirsty, sees the sea from high on 
the ice plant. He keeps patching it and painting. Thinking about his pension
plan. But the boat is out to pasture. Seems it never had a chance. I wanna be
a boat, I wanna learn to swim. Then I'll learn to float. Then begin again.
Begin again. Boat remembers the carpenter's sure hand. Missing fishy flutter
on it's rutter. Sold at an auction, on a dolly ever since. Sometimes rainy
days drop boyish wonder.

@SONG: INDICTMENT
I just wrote the dumbest song. It's gonna be a sing along. All our friends 
will clap and sing. Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. It won't bother
me, what the thoughtless are thinking, I am more concerned with what we're 
drinking. They'll laugh about it at the warehouse, saying I'm so lame. It 
wrote itself. You can keep the blame. It'll be a happy song. Not unlike some
other ones. While everyone's depressed and broke, I get high off your sick 
jokes. They're colossal. They're tousling all the worried hair. Stay up there.
So crazy it just might work. Then we'll quit our jobs. We could be the next 
group that you rob. There are times for being dumb. This must be one of them.
I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song? It says many 
things in it's nothingness. It gives me space to think, I guess. To think less
And less. Moving units and tracking charts. Will they ever learn? It isn't who
you know, it's who you burn. It means nothing. Selling kids to other kids. If
you think we changed our tune, I hope we did.

@SONG: BOXCAR
You're not punk and I'm telling everyone. Save your breath, I never was one. 
You don't know what I'm all about. Like killing cops and reading Kerouac. My
enemies are all too familiar. They're the ones who used to call me friend. I'm
coloring outside your guidelines, I was passing out when you were passing out
your rules. One, two, three, four. Who's punk? What's the score? Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, now it's
green. I like her mind. She hates the scene. You're on your own. You're all 
alone.

@SONG: OUTPATIENT
A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellow 
jelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. "This is Jennings, your
anesthetist." "We think we'll go in through the mouth." Watch the lights, go 
from heat to toe. Doped up and coasting down the hall. Now I'm talking through
my pen. Do you read me? Am I bleeding? Am I blessed again? Suddenly hear so 
clearly again. Wake up screaming so far from home. Incontinent off continent.
The tears are warm. The body's numb. Get your coat, your ride is here.

@SONG: ASHTRAY MONUMENT
Free, alone. The predawn white light's coming on. Bottle on the night stand. 
I count disasters on my free hands now. Run for cover there's big one coming.
You'll be lucky if you're at ground zero. You'll be lucky if it's got your
number. No one said that this life was easy. Did that no one ever live a life
this hard? It gets hard. The bills are scattered in the yard. Ashtray monument.
A life spent waiting in cement. After all, it's not that bad. I still have 
pictures. I look back at all the things we once did. You said, "I love you."
I guess you did. Remember our life, I did the dishes while you read out loud.
Best friends, strangers now. Were are kids all we could call common ground.

@SONG: CONDITION OAKLAND
I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just 
stared back. Broken, trainless, and black as night. Climbed out on to my roof.
So I'd be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off my room. I saw the big room 
that is this life. This is my condition: Naked and hysterical, reaching to 
grab a hand that I just slapped back at. This is my condition: Desparate, 
alone, without an excuse. I try to explain. Christ, what's the use? Read and I
left so small. Some words keep speaking when you close the book. Drank and 
just about smiled. Then I remembered us in that bed. Put my ear to the door. I
just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens. People kill me these days. 
There's keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside.

@SONG: ACHE
I believe in desperate acts. The kind that make me look stupid. Look like a 
fool. Just keep reinventing myself. It's move or die. I change my form. These
days the people I love are spread so far apart. All out of reach. It's a thin
sheet across the face. Cover me now. That's pretty old. I never felt like this
before. I say that every hour. It's never going to be like it could have been.
Now it's just this room. Windows look back. You're a big part of it. But I 
don't care. You take the lead. And can you really see me now like I made me?
Made me anew. Just like anyone at all. Safer alone. So right, so wrong. 
Another winter's coming on. You win, you lose. It's the same old news. These
things go wrong so often. Pick up the phone and punch your code. Somewhere,
sometime let me make you mine. Lean your head on mine like you used to. Used 
to your lean. I don't mind if you're faking it. Make it sem real. I'm not 
asking the questions. I'm not demanding the answers now. Take what you give. 
Right or wrong, just take me, lead me on. I'm going.

@SONG: DO YOU STILL HATE ME?
Been hearing about you. All about your disapproval. Still I rememebr the way 
I used to move you. I wrote you a letter. I heard it just upset you. Why don't
you tell me? How can I do this better? Are youy out there? Do you hear me? Can
I call you? Do you still hate me? Are we talking? Are we fighting? Is it over?
Are we writing? We're getting older. But we're acting younger. We should be
smarter. It seems we're getting dumber. I have a picture of you and me in 
Brooklyn. On a porch, it was raining. Hey, I remember that day. And I miss you.

@SONG: WEST BAY INVITATIONAL
All of the neighbors decided: It's time to have all our strangers over and 
make friends. Chris got a pony keg of loose charm. I had an accident. I hurt
my arm. People from bands and labels. The good ones. Plenty of stunning 
children, East Bay. You were from Oakland by way of the Midwest. I bought a 
rose and suit with the pants pegged. You said, "I smelled you twice today."
Someone was passing out somewhere. We kissed a shot of Kentucky straight. I
swore this life is worth the wait. Hayes broke the scissors, apologized. Our
kitchen was crowded and steamy. Isn't it always? I just looked deeper in to 
you. You bit my neck blue. We hung our clothes up on the floor and put our 
faith in a closed door. We're having this party. Please come. It won't be the
same without you. Please come.

@SONG: JINX REMOVING
Talked out and now I'm feeling crowded. All the errands in the world won't 
save us now. Rained in and I won't come unclouded. There's a stillness in the
air. I pray for sound. We're too smart to watch t.v. We're too dumb to make 
believe this is all we want from life. And I'm too dumb to talk to you. You're
so quick to listen to me. I'm saying nothing you don't know. Nothing you don't
know. Walked out and I won't be rerouted. If I don't go outside today, I never 
will. Too old not to get excited about rain and roads, Egyptian ruins. our 
first kiss. I love you more than I ever loved anyone before, or anyone to come
Someone said your name. I thought of you alone. I was just the same twenty 
blocks away. Blew twelve and kissed the thirteenth finger. "Rabbit, rabbit" on
the first. I hold my breath. Did tricks I hoped you wouldn't notice. A super-
stitious hyperrealist. I'll make you mine.

@SONG: IN SADDING AROUND
Sleeping off the last five years takes another five. Recovery in lieu of being
here right now. When I throw myself at your feet, you know it's to be walked
on. We're breaking up every single night. If I had a choice don't you think 
I'd make it? I lost my voice. I hope I didn't break it. Little demons by my 
bed whisper secrets. The kind you never hear. I dip my toe in this cold, cold
life. I want to dive but I can't find your feet. You with a view so unlike my
own. I'm trying on your eyes. So I let go, fall to the ground. It's a long
way down again. Petty cons keep peeling back my ears. We make plans. 
Collaborate and give to you my better half. Until now just dead weight, a 
prisoner of doubt. In a cell we kiss and tell all our keepsakes. Sore, hit the
floor. Got my first glimpse of the sky. The stars were on your side. Who 
would've thunk the thirteenth fell on Friday? I say hello and it's goodbye 
again.