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crouch low, sneaking through the shadows
we’ll watch society fall
ignite the spark, hurling torches, skies light up
smoked out cities, forced to crawl
rise up, stand tall
hand drawn maps will always guide our way
with homemade weapons arm the crowd
rise up, stand tall
from hidden safehouses, a great escape
covered faces, join in the fight
we’ll start the revolution
spray paint guides our rebellion
we can change the hearts and minds
find peace within destruction
bricks thrown, shattered glass exploding past
soaked in blood we’ll brawl
draw your knives, embrace the dark, the time has come
one by one, we’ll end them all
rise up, stand tall
a call to arms heard on the airwaves
join the riots in the streets
rise up, stand tall
falling bombs drowned out by dancing feet
the voice of freedom’s steady beat
we’ll start the revolution
Spray paint guides our rebellion
we can change the hearts and minds
find peace within destruction
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2. |
One By One
03:54
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walk right in, let’s get this done
grab a beer, i’ll grab two rums
pull up chairs, move the tables
tell me your latest fables
another rum, where is your jack?
memories come flooding back
you check the time I see your face
your thoughts are of another place
one by one, I watched you leave
walk out and turn your back on me
silently, with no goodbyes
left drinking into the night
the jukebox change means josie time
we’ll drink the fridge, 4 from each line
i never thought i’d see this end
who’ll go back with me again?
i’ll lead the way we don’t need maps
show you where the sidewalks crack
i still hear the same old songs
but riley’s bar is dead and gone
one by one, i watched you leave
walk out and turn yurr back on me
silently, with no goodbyes
left drinking into the night
memories, all start to fade
from when you kept your days ablaze
still my smile, ignites the sky
filling the darkness with light
one by one, i watched you leave
walk out and turn yurr back on me
silently, with no goodbyes
left drinking into the night
memories, all start to fade
from when you kept your days ablaze
raise my glass, up to the sky
never grasping, what you left behind
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Long Distance
03:02
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nice to see you today
haven’t seen you for a while
sooner would of been great
it may take a little time, but everything is fine.
always been solid mates
let’s buy a round and work this town
spend everything we’ve got
don’t give a shit about tomorrow's plane fight
let’s just get fucked up
here’s to you, my old friend
here’s to us even after death
find the time, when you can
find your feet, life goes on till we meet again
long distance
time will break every day
doesn’t mean we have to stop or give it all up
any minute we can give it
we’ll stop this friendship from blowing it’s top
we only need a second, a voicemail, a message
it doesn’t matter if its gold or fuckin rubbish
here’s to you, my old friend
here’s to us even after death
find the time, when you can
find your feet, life goes on till we meet again
long distance
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4. |
Empty Apologies
03:01
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quickly running for a place to hide
put your head down trying not to cry
wondering if they will find you there
another day of quick apologies
they can hear you but enough to appease
you don’t wanna start another fight
it’s you're fault, that’s what you’re told
this could have been avoided simply
shut your mouth, avert your eyes
you’re the reason for this violence
it was not this way before
you know we must take a stand
covering your face with any disguise
making sure no one would realise
unsure if it will ever happen again
dry the tears on your bandaged arm
convince yourself there is no real harm
it’s just one bad day you will forget
it’s you're fault, that’s what you’re told
this could have been avoided simply
shut your mouth, avert your eyes
you’re the reason for this violence
it was not this way before
you know we must take a stand
now every time you see that light
it makes the thought of your realisation so painful
we heal in time, it’s worth the fight
only wish you’ll have is it should have been sooner
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Children of the Faith
03:06
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you question why we’re here, you need a reason to live
they told you they won’t take from you, they only ever give
you asked why can’t you see, as they slowly draw you in
manipulation turns to fear, you’re controlled they slip right in
and he said
come take my hand, set yourself free
confess your sins, you need it
before you could blink you were down on your knees
you’re blessed with a dirty secret
you followed every week, at first you’d always fight
you listened to their message, you began to see the light
they asked you to believe, in the power from within
3 hail mary’s, some cheap wine and another cheeky grin
while he said
come take my hand, set yourself free
confess your sins, you need it
before you could blink you were down on your knees
you’re blessed with a dirty secret
children of the faith
we don’t need, what you say
you don’t own us anyway
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blinding light through tired eyes
worn out, exhausted, broken from this disguise
i lost something many years ago
if i found it again would i even know
i’m so tired, i’m just so tired
tryin to get myself outta bed
it’s so quiet, just so quiet despite all the noise in my head
i should grab my things, spread my wings
leave these thoughts behind
looking forward as i walk out the front door
but it’s the blinding light, through tired eyes
it keeps me down when i try to rise
i know it seems i hate you, but i don’t even see you there
i’m already beating myself, without a real reason
the light when it shines is blinding, the darkness takes a hold
no one can comprehend it, what someone’s mind creates
i’m so tired, i’m just so tired
tryin to get myself outta bed
it’s so quiet, just so quiet despite all the noise in my head
i should grab my things, spread my wings
leave these thoughts behind
looking forward as i walk out the front door
but it’s the blinding light, through tired eyes
it keeps me down when i try to rise
i’m still tired, i’m still so tired
as i crawl back into my bed
i need quiet, i just need quiet
to drown out all the noise in my head
i can’t change the things that frayed my wings
as they close in from behind
i can’t move forward as they beat down the walls
it’s the blinding light through tired eyes
it keeps me down when i try to rise
blinding light through tired eyes
one more day in this disguise
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now every time i see your face
it reminds me of the pain that you have brought upon us here
there’s nothing left but affliction
your plague of drama decayed our light replacing it with fear
no starlit sky cos everything is gone
a world of shadows, spells roll off your tongue
unaware if you can see
the shame your causing now we’re all broken
you fucking harlot, you’re a fake
this is your last fatal mistake
dragged, tied and burnt here at the stake
who said witches were dead
we’ll stoke the fire with our hate
while i paint my face in blood and ash mixed with your tears
you lost it all in the end
in the silence all your evil thoughts now crystal clear
this curse make us hallucinate
the light of candles flicker in the dark
but how our lives illuminate
when you feel the flames like joan of arc
you fucking harlot, you’re a fake
this is your last fatal mistake
dragged, tied and burnt here at the stake
who said witches were dead
you are a witch, you shall burn
exhale while you smoulder in the urn
you will be tortured in hell, it’s time for you to return
you’ll scream, i’ll smile while you learn
your pain is not my concern.
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8. |
Truckstops and Sunsets
01:50
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truckstop food makes me happy
so fucking far from home
i miss my bed and miss my family
always laughing, yet so alone
highways are endless, these bathrooms all smell like piss
don’t wanna work tomorrow, just wanna call in sick
we'll do all of this again
we keep on coming back
no longer drunken kids with dreams in our heads
it's tiny punk dive bars, and sleeping on the floor
the ringing in my ears, helps me block the snores
it's long drives and sunsets, and racing to make flights
more long distance phone calls, always sleepless nights
the open road we’ll drive
road rules do not apply
we'll do all of this again
we keep on coming back
no longer drunken kids with dreams in our heads
keep the lights on we’re coming back
to the bar have a coke and jack
might as well give the liver a smack
servo pies and a powerade snack
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run home all alone, no one is home
thinking of you as i unlock the front door
the modem is slow, there’s no dial tone
i trip on the cable stretched across the floorboards
let out a shout, the streetlights are out
simpsons are on the tv in the background
i suck down a coke, you suck and don’t choke
i take a deep breath as i pull the blinds closed
one cheeky smile and you’re all mine
you’re divine, decline into my obsession online
where did you go? i miss you
i bought my lube and 4 boxes of tissues
i need some solo time and a napster download line
i’ll be just fine
our powers combined. you help me unwind
forgot about my tamagotchi, it died
the blockbuster store i visit no more
no need to rewind but my wrists are getting sore
your technique’s legit. i stare at your tits
incoming call cuts the line i have to quit
right click’s a risk. now burn to a disk
urban legend spread across the internet
one cheeky smile and you’re all mine
you’re divine, decline into my obsession online
where did you go? i miss you
i bought my lube and 4 boxes of tissues
i need some solo time and a napster download line
everything is gonna be fine
heather brooke where are you?
where have you been?
you did the craziest shit my teenage self had ever seen
the world still needs you and your deepthroat scenes
a new generation of deviates loading you onto their screens
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#cry4attention
02:24
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you’ll find no words on here to save you
as you spiral and free-fall into a world with no control
your tiny screen is full of lies
an actress in your made up life.
paid in followers and likes
just like a heroine hit, inject a new selfie fix
your self esteem climbs with your view count
you crave our sympathy, it lights up your insta feed
cry for attention into your device
duckface, filter, a race to post
edit the sorrow in your eyes. the melancholy from your smile
you tricked us all with perfect light
whatever helps you sleep at night
addicted to the shares and invites
just like a heroine hit, inject a new selfie fix
your self esteem climbs with your view count
you crave our sympathy, it lights up your insta feed
cry for attention into your device
there’s no way out of here
you think you have it all
this is your life, your story
you spiral and free fall
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the week is almost over nearly called it quits
pass me a drink it’s time for all of us to get on the piss
let it out and get as drunk as you fuckin like
the music’s thumpin as we tear into the night
and here we go, once again
hanging at the punk rock show with all of our friends
back to the bar with cash in hand
slam those shots down until it’s hard to stand
before you know it you struggle to wake up
another fierce hangover while your eyes and blinds stay shut
your head is spinning, you smile with no regrets
the nights you can’t remember are the ones you won’t forget
at first all that you recall is just feeling sick
for some of us the memories are all that we have left
i took for granted all the times we drank right through the night
i raise my shot glass as I stare toward you up in the sky
could always trust that you’d be there
the fire in your eyes showed that you never had a care
your smile lit up the room i swear
you burn the brightest, we miss you red
before you know it you struggle to wake up
another fierce hangover while your eyes and blinds stay shut
your head is spinning, you smile with no regrets
the nights you can’t remember are the ones you won’t forget
i used love hearing your voice
i hear nothing now that you are gone
i'd give it all to hear you sing one more song
one more song
before you know it you struggle to wake up
another fierce hangover while your eyes and blinds stay shut
your head is spinning, you smile with no regrets
the nights you can’t remember are the ones you won’t forget
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12. |
Salesman
02:46
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do you remember when,
you were like every other punk band in your scene?
play to forty people and ten friends
playing to the punkers from other bands
you were fast and loud, hungry back then
grew up singing stick it to the man
political agendas and what you’ve been through
and everything that meant a thing to you
now you got some interest from the record man
in it for a life and not a one night stand
worked out well for both of you
started his dream and made yours true
a new label, everything’s turned around
fans were less but a bigger crowd
and record by record, your reasons have all slipped away
now you’re just another salesman
making money from pretend fans
using the excuse you just wanna get your message through
you are music’s equivalent of a tv commercial, an advertisement
is this what you wanted? is this what you dreamed?
now you’re just another salesman
making money from pretend fans
using the excuse you just wanna get your message through
you are music’s equivalent of a tv commercial, an advertisement
is this what you wanted? is this what you believed?
what you need. to succeed. what you believed.
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13. |
Shout Out
04:16
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shout out to the people suffering everyday
there’s nothing like the feeling of always being in pain
and it doesn’t just affect you, but everyone who’s close
shout out to the people just doing the best they can
it’s funny how in society people only pretend to care
fake a smile to your face, but when you need them they disappear
you think you understand this from social media display
all the time just praying it doesn’t affect your fucking day
you will not fight this alone
we will be there to pick you up
shout out to the people
fighting cancer everyday
everything it hurts, unseen torture and pain
life will never be the same
always sleepless nights, all these restless days
you pray for a moment of respite
close your eyes hope it lasts forever
you will not fight this alone
we will be there to pick you up
shout out to the people
fighting cancer everyday
i promise you i won’t leave your side
through these dark times your light will shine
this fucking disease won’t define your life
you ignite the fire that will win the fight
#fuckcancer
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No Quarter NSW, Australia
First formed in 2003 No Quarter now consists of Chris Ryan on vocals, Micka Martin on drums, Lachlan Dennis on guitar, Paul
Clements on guitar and Josh Vaughan on bass.
No Quarter has been kicking along in some shape or form for almost 15 years. We are a 5 Piece Punk Rock band based in the Hunter Valley of New South Wales and our music consists of fast 90's style punk rock.
#getreadyforfreedom
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