1. |
Unrhythm
04:32
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Well, it's gonna be one of those days where it all melts away.
I push it all away and take what I can get.
I'll be laying on the asphalt staring up at the sky.
It all looks so grey up there man and I wonder why.
You sit in the big chair and laugh.
Tie my hands and make me suck the glass.
"This will do you for ice my son."
You just wanted to cut out my tongue.
Sometimes I come down a bit too hard.
I get a bit pissed off man.
Where has my mind run off to?
It gets too much for me to handle.
Tell me, who is in control?
Who has given this thing to me?
I think I'm down in a hole.
What can I do to make you see?
that-
You sit in the big chair and laugh.
Tie my hands and make me suck the glass.
"This will do you for ice my son."
You just wanted to cut out my tongue.
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2. |
Fist Full Of Nada
03:54
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His head explodes without a sound
His feet they never touch the ground
Los Bastardos, In your hand is a fist full of shit, right?
When you're dead you're all the same
In the thrill of the kill no reason other than they wear their pride on the outside and you look into their eyes and you know their kind, smoking crack and slamming smack- they slow down for the drive-by but it's one of their own that they cannibalize, cowards run in packs and carry guns and kill each other.
Sirens scream, cowards run and hide cut down by their dreams, he takes another life.
His head explodes without a sound
His feet they never touch the ground
Los Bastardos, In your fist you've got nothing
When you're dead you're all the same
Smoked on rock and now you're in a brain lock a toxic shock an intellectual road block can't relate filled with hate still it's not too late to try to get your head on straight- lost track of your culture got no past and no future- you die for those that put you in the ghetto to die for them anyway.
And you die today
But it doesn't have to be this way
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3. |
God Gives Me a Headache
05:07
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Got this problem and it's the same old thing
If I could find a maid to wipe the cobwebs from my brain
I wonder if she might turn out the light that keeps me up at night
When I'm by myself I feel like I'm alone
And there's no giant watching over me
And I guess I do wish that I could live forever
But that would be too much to endure
God gives me a headache aspirin just won't cure
There's a man with a bible standing at my door
But I'm not gonna open it anymore
he says Jesus should make me feel so sad
But these hypocrites just make me mad
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4. |
Colossal Shaft Probe
04:06
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Swimming in a sea of bullshit
A shallow ocean of words, displacing reason
Morning in the metropolis
A blanket of confusion covers all
Like angry ants on the freeway
A decadent obsession with time
And too many deadlines
Driving everyone insane
Through kaleidoscopic eyes I see you
A vision of potential radiance and blinding light
I will be your mirror and reflection
When you touch the surface I may run away from you
Hey, fuck me
Can you see the colossal contradiction, the probe, the shaft?
I feel like someone is watching me all of the time
Am I paranoid or am I losing my mind?
You live to work to buy until you die
When the city sleeps
That's when the corporate assassins creep
When the city sleeps
They just want you to work all day go out at night spend your money
And they don't care what you say
They wish you would go away
They'll put you in a plastic cage
Not me man, not today
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5. |
Screwed
05:50
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I've got this feeling I just can't shake it
Like I'm lying upside down and everyone is naked
As we lie in bed not thinking of each other
I was high and she was indifferent
This is what it's all about
I'm the kind of man whose capacity for love is boundless
I met a woman who was twenty years old
She had a child, that drove me wild
But you know I never wanted to chained down to anything
So maybe it was time our hearts were rearranged
This is what it's all about
I'm the kind of man whose capacity for love is fearless
From time to time we would stare at each other
An it felt like I was looking at a mirror
So I ask my man now what it be- the message was received
We chewed it up spat it out- this is what we agreed
This is what it's all about
I'm the kind of man whose capacity for love is boundless
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6. |
I Don't Know...Oh Yeah!
06:57
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I don't know what you want from me
I don't know how you want to feel
I can't see any difference between you and me
I don't know
You don't see what I dream or what I'm thinking
You can't see what's inside of me
Someone lied was it you or was it me?
I don't know
You're so cold can it be is it me or is it you?
I feel pain that's real but you don't see it
It's the same every single day
Don't tell me that I'm a child or that it's stupid
Just don't say it
I don't that this game is ever gonna end
Children playing tag
All the time I feel like I have lost my mind
I've been had
All I want is everything that I can't have
All I want is everything
Why can't I keep my mind out of the gutter
I don't know
Will you just shut up and listen
To the little voice in the basement of your brain
Can you hear it?
Animosity wins again
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7. |
Last Whole Man
08:46
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I was born in a land I was given a chance
To grow up living in the palm of their hand
With a teacher that's a liar and a leader that's corrupt
It's a bad situation that's about to erupt
Got a lever labeled danger got a nuclear brain
Got a little red button and some pills for the pain
Got an unleaded bloodstream and fuel injected heart
But I've got a loose screw that is tearing me apart
Yes I have that attitude yes I've got that dream
Got jet propulsion up the ass that makes me want to scream
Lying here flat on my back with a wound that will not heal
My mamma says I've lost my mind my plans are well concealed
Violence due to the color of the skin
In a fight like that nobody wins
I need a way out I can't take this no more
Too many voices telling me life is not a war
My head's on fire you can see it burning up my face
Would the last whole man please stand up
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8. |
Song Of The 90's
04:49
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The gods done called and said you was involved
With some treason and pornography
My car done stalled and I parked it by the mall
In a hopes to find a tree where it was shady
The gods don't call 'less their drunk on alcohol and feel like singing
At half past nine I was quite drunk off of wine
And I wondered was it to be divine to be naked
And it was sixty nine times that I got mine worth the party
The gods don't call 'less their drunk on alcohol and feel like singing
At the end of it all atlas dropped the ball and wrecked our city
That dime store doll I gave that girl a call for one last quickie
The gods don't call 'less their drunk on alcohol and feel like singing
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9. |
Smash Your T.V.
02:18
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A million empty faces a billion blinded eyes
Controller of the media controller of the mind
Picking up a bat smash it in the screen
You know it feels so good thrashing a T.V.
Don't want to change to another station
Don't want to live in a sitcom nation
Don't want to hear that voice again
I don't want to hear it
Children sit and watch their lives in a cartoon
Their brains have turned to oatmeal
They will be ours soon
Someone watching me from the other side of the screen
His eyes cannot be seen he reconstructs your mind
Making sure you never-
Set the couch on fire and the VCR
And the remote control throw it out the motherfucking window
Picking up a bat smash it in the screen
You know it feels so good man thrashing this T.V.
Smash it!
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10. |
Better Than Balls
10:16
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Sit with me on the grass take off your clothes
The time will pass my mind slips out my pores dissipates into the air
and you catch one on your tongue you've got a problem
But it passes from your mind and you fry
Everything we see, a separate reality
As I walked beneath the rain I understood your pain
And why you keep it hidden away
They would like to turn you into a fixture
And it makes me angry
Wipe that smile off your face we've got no time left to displace
Do you remember the way we used to laugh?
We'd cut their hearts out shove them down their throats
And watch them choke
You are better than man no better than a man
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11. |
Spool
06:12
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12. |
Over My Shoulder
04:06
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What does it take to get away out from underneath the barrel of a gun?
There is somebody watching me I don't know where I should run
Jacked by the pigs on the beat can't help but think they want to kill me
I jump at every sound even when there is no one else around
So tell me why is there always someone looking over my shoulder
Catch a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of me eyes
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13. |
Heat
04:05
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14. |
Important Things '92
04:39
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Hindu Garage Sale Riverside, California
Formed in Riverside, CA in 1989, HGS proceeded to eschew and revise the genre based music strictures of the
day.
Nimbly skipping from style to style, they would use the juxtapositions as fuel for humor or revelation.
Always melodic and rhythmically challenging, the band's music was a substantial foundation for their literate and thought provoking lyrics. This is the original Hindu Garage Sale.
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