1.Restless
The sky seemed far away
I tried to make sense of a thoughtless day
No disappointments
Stale words always know what to say
I took the train out to Olympia
I realized once again how big the world was
I had forgotten how to breathe
We sat on the mountain and it seemed like I could touch the sky
No distractions and I thought about the word freedom
And what it really meant for me
Because seems sometimes I don't feel so free
When I'm stuck here in the city
I fell asleep on the side of the mountain
And I awoke to a peaceful morning
I took a deep breath as I stared across the canyon
Exhausted, hard concrete screaming my name
Another year for me of worthless destiny
I'd been waiting for the perfect time to scream
And so I scream
While holding on and waiting for a better dream
I've let so many slip through my fingers
As I watch the clock fade into the morning
So I smoked another cigarette
As the sun rose over the city
But it didn't shine on me
Sleep has never made me happy
What's left for me, another lonely winter night
Street lights and a sleepless dream
Dismantled words of indifference fall like rain
Immersed into reality
We all search for inspiration
Sometimes it's really hard to find
But I found it on the mountain
Now I'm back and I feel like I never left
Sometimes I don't know where to go
A friend once told me to follow my dreams
And lately I've been asking myself
What does it mean to be free？
Restless, someone tell me what to believe
I waste my days on an old fantasy
That's not the way it used to be
2.Upton
I'm not angry, I'm a no good piece of shit
I've heard that every day, it just rolls off my back
Left town frustrated, no one to talk to
Alone with the thoughts in my head
People I respect knock me down, so I sit
Like a piece of garbage washed up on the curb
And it's funny in a place where one in ten have no money
You hear one in ten encouraging words
'Yeah, the wise men don't know shit, it's a poor fuck like me
On the streets got it all figured out'
Said an old man, piss drunk on a Wednesday
With a smile from his dirty, toothless mouth
Made me smile and he asked me for a smoke and some change
When a cigarette was all I had to give
And I sat around watching cars
Thinking stupid fucking thoughts about my friends
And my school and my girl and myself
And I wish I could go drinking where no one knew my name
And I didn't know anyone else
I sat alone, bored, accomplishing nothing
Another summer day, more thrown away sunshine
'Now don't get offended and don't curse me out
But I'm starving and I sure could use your dimes'
I looked up at a young man not much older than me
Gave a dollar and a smoke and some time
He said 'I fought for Uncle Sam, now he won't fight for me
Threw me out when I was done serving time
I said I wouldn't go into special forces and kill'
He said 'Then stay out on the streets and fucking die'
And there's two kinds of prisons, some say
One where you're locked up and everything's outside and the
other where you're outside and everything is locked away
3.Everything I Ever Wanted To Know About Genocide I Learned In The
Third Grade
Third graders holding hands
Indians and pilgrims celebrating newfound lands
Tried to teach me that at school
Make the white race look superior, that's always been their rule
Now I can't believe we celebrate Thanksgiving
As a holiday of beauty and peace
If I had my way, we'd all dress in black
And daddy would serve up the white meat
'Cause genocide is nothing to celebrate
Extinction don't deserve a parade
Well, we perpetuate those lies with the turkeys that we buy
I tried to explain it to my mom but she's too afraid
To admit to herself that her race is a killing machine
Take a look around your town
Take a look around your town
Take a look around your town and who do you see？
The Native American's surprisingly absent
In his own indigenous land
If you want to know why, it's because we killed them all
It's not that hard to understand
So I go to college and you know what I learned？
That 80 million people were killed
By my grandpa, your grandpa, and all of their friends
They bleached out our continent but that's not the end
The last full-blooded Aborigine
Died a century ago
And it's possible there's a place in the Southern hemisphere
With a history even worse than our own
No one finds it peculiar that a tropic island
Is full of people just like you and me
'Cause Australia's a piece of shit floating in the Pacific
Buoyed by the blood of the Aborigine
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