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jobe
I am an American Idiot
Don't want my guns controlled by the new media
And can you hear the sound of soma-sanity?
The 'Go Back to Sleep' and buy a truck America

Well you know I don't have a pension.
All across the Wall St. nation
Where everything really is okay.
Television is my tomorrow.
They are the ones we're meant to follow
And only pinkos argue.

Well maybe I'm the Patriot America
I'm part of the red state agenda
Now everybody do the mass-foreclosure
And sing along in the age of Homelessania

Well you know I don't have pension.
All across the Wall St. nation
Where everything really is okay.
Television is my tomorrow.
They are the ones we're meant to follow
And only pinkos argue.

I am an American Idiot
I am controlled by the media
Information age of the firearm
I'm speaking for idiot America.

Well you know I don't have pension.
All across the Wall St. nation
Where everything really is okay.
Television is my tomorrow.
They are the ones we're meant to follow
And only pinkos argue.

More
jobe
More.
I need more.
More.

Never quite enough to satisfy my taste
I get my rocks off on the rocks in the waste
I got a hunger inside, that drives me to conspire
The notion I can't shake, that I can still get higher.
I just need more.
More.

Bigger, faster, better, now, now, now.
I need more.
I need more.
More.

The urge to splurge gets me in a frenzy
Can't lay down without a head full of benzy
My mind is stuck in sixth gear
Eyes wide open.
Morning's gettin near, and I'm gettin the fear
Nerves are locked in with a hair trigger
Stash is running low, and I'm gettin the jitters
I just need more.
More.

Bigger, faster, better, now, now, now.
I need more.
I need more.
More.

When you crawl into the hole of your own dementia,
The demons hold you close, and know which way to send ya.
They grab ahold, and they won't let go
Clawin' at the walls, until your heart explodes
And even then, right at the edge,
you'll push yourself over with no defense
Cuz you need more.
I need more.
More.

Bigger, faster, better, now, now, now.
I need more.
You need more.
More.

Beg, cheat, and steal, you all know the deal.
The score never changes, enough isn't enough
You'll always need more than just a little puff.
And I need more.
I need more.
More.

Bigger, faster, better, now, now, now.
I need more.
We need more.
Let's get more.
More.
More.
More.
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jobe
Milk Bottles
Coke Bottles
Peppermint Smiles
I've been gone for days
But haven't walked miles.
Hoola-hoops, suckers,
all else that is grand.
Good ole Dick Clark on American Bandstand.
Things of the old lead to things of the new
Just like your parents snuck out passed their curfew
Beat Poets, and Hipsters, Conjurers dujour
There once was a time when the art was pure.
It's been tainted and molded and crafted to fit;
All the frail minded automatons lacking in wit.
A stroke of the pen, or a slice of the axe
Who made the call on the fucking censorship tax?
We live in an age of crackwhore divas, and
broken idols.

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jobe
Sun creeps calmly over the Mojave Horizon
Lizards crawl from beneath their rocks
Daylight casts new and familiar shadows
Across the barren landscape
The wind, it whistles with the sound of a shriek
The hawk soars feverishly, eying its prey
The sand begins to scorch in a brimstone rage
The sun melts away the icy dawn
And new flowers are born again

Not Quite Lost
jobe
I'm not as lost as I could have been
Shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't have then
Toiled, and twisted, dust in the wind
Trying to keep holding onto this pen

All the accusations and blame that was made
The stories of hate, and pain with no escape
Opened my heart, only to fill it with sand
Just me and the moon, and she'll hold my hand

I'm not as lost as I could have been
Shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't have then
Toiled, and twisted, dust in the wind
Trying to keep a face with a grin

It's funny, and sad, and relaxing you know
To throw your worries aside and roll in the snow
Naked as the day you came into the world
with a rainbow shimmer, like mother of pearl

I'm not as lost as I could have been
Shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't have then
Toiled, and twisted, dust in the wind
Trying to keep my cup filled with gin

The choices we make, are the paths that we take
When making an omelet there's eggs that will break
Can't walk away when there's so much at stake
You and me, babe, and a house on the lake

The future we know is bright and unknown
Bobbing n' weaving 'round the bricks that we've thrown
No hanging your head, when there's hope there's a home
If but for you I'll go it alone.

I'm not as lost as I could have been
Shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't have then
Toiled, and twisted, dust in the wind
Trying to keep another hole out of my head

Sooner or later the story unfolds
Times grow stale, and people grow old
But there's always a little sunshine
in this satchel of mine
And out in the hills, there's a place we can hide
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History is History
jobe
Words are funny.
Words are wise.
Words are used to summarize.
The things we see, and play, and do.
The ways we feel when the day's journey is through.
These words put here from me to you,
playful, and skillful, and full of taboo.
Tattoos, piercings, ectoplasm, and cum.
When you find where you're going, don't forget where you're from.
Just embrace the many ways you've made it to today.
Because you're all that you have,
when the dust cloud gives way.
Maybe, some day you just might realize
Time is all we have. And it's not on our side.
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jobe
Looking back it seems so uncomplicated.
Make or break it.
Can't buy it, you have to take it.
Got no use for the fake shit
The confidants of our middle class
Are not so subtly, buried in the past
Along with the troubadour cast
The roll call, just comes up blank now

The expressions on their faces
Betray their bliss' ignorance
Roll N Rock with a Rolling Rock
There's a snap crackle something in the air

Just hating all the hate
On the box that seals their fate
Watching fucking's getting old anyways.
So we'll sing all the songs of the past
And raise Jolly Roger high on the mast
Of the ship of our dreams, stuck at port.

The visions in my head
Are full of fear and dread
But I still harbor hope to carry on
And I'm sure that one day soon
We'll all join in the tune
Of everybody realizing
they're just you and me.

Oh, there's a grave that bares my name.
It'll be a god damn shame.
But it's the way of the world anyways.
And it won't happen soon.
I'll pray to the moon.
To keep that evil tide, safe at bay.

My head within my hands
I'm striding with the bands
Of light that guide me through the darkness
There must be a point.
But I'm saving this last joint.
'Cuz you never know when the time will be at hand.

Cry out to the herd,
these simple timeless words...
Make a man your brother.
One after another.
And before you know it
We can end all this doubt.

I've said all I have to say
It probably won't matter anyways
At least I'll be awake in the morning.

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jobe
Even though I might be gifted
This G-Kush still be gettin me lifted
And you know it's the truth
This 48z my proof, don't fuck with the juice
This herb get ya higher than the mutha fuckin spruce goose
Spittin the flow
The words that I know
Still countin the dough
Writin' out rhymes, while u pickin up dimes
It's all legit shit, none of that whack ass brick shit
Pass that schwag to me, fuck you suck my dick
I remember the old times, corona's with fresh limes
Shorties cuttin out lines
Passin the time spillin the wine
An ounce at time, like it wasn't a crime
Only to find our love ones incarcerated
Castrated
Perpetrated by the fraud of society
So don't cry to me, and lie to me
About justice, and righteousness
Watch me bust this cap right through your consciousness
Fill your head full of atrocities
To inform your philosophies
Better arm your nukes, cuz there's no stoppin me
From sea to shining sea
For thee I see.
Peace.

Pious
jobe
Can you bring me...
Back from the dead again
Searching for that dark black treasure chest
Rusted along with time, and salinity.
Shackled to the loadstone.
Over encumbered with insanity, by the chains of precognition.
Fountain of Youthful ignorance is waiting on the horizon
It's transcendental
It's quintessential
It's monolithic.
It's bliss.

Well I'm a treasure hunter.
And I'm looking for your reason
Gonna find your sanity,
And grind it all away
Keep you down, and Keep you dumb
Outlawing everything you've ever loved.

Everything seems so ellusive
In this serrated illusionary maze.
The corridors are all so familiar
It's like they're all the same
Smothered in millenia of ivies.
Choked back by this floral bloom.
Some day we'll know the answers...

Better pray it happens soon.

Well I'm a treasure hunter
And I'm looking for your reason
Gonna find your sanity,
And grind it all away.
Keep you down, and keep you dumb
Outlawing everything you've ever loved.

Give in.
Give away.
Give it all.
Take it back
One time.

Because knowledge is a crime.
And thoughts are like a virus.
And god forbid you ever want to pray to Osiris.
We can never be victorious
Over powers reigning highest.
How doth thou presume to choose the object of my pious.
Get out while you can.
While there's something left.
When all your days are planned, you'll know the meaning of duress.

Well I'm a treasure hunter
And I'm looking for your reason.
There's no reason to avoid just letting go.
Embrace the introspective freefall.
Let the wings inside your mind soar you home.

Why bother even speak.
These fucking heathens are all deaf.
When the cataclysm comes,
they'll all be laid to rest.
Someone will push the button.
Then it'll be too late.
In all decent considerations.
Why must we hate.
Why must we hate.
Why must we hate.
Why must we hate.
Why must we hate.
Why must we hate.
Why must we hate?

Center(ed)
jobe
Center(ed)
Poked, prodded.
Clawed my way toward unfound triumph
The liquid spheres of time progess
Slowly.
Sloth-like.
Snailing to a standstill.
In this trash heap
It makes the eternal soul cry
Out.
With anger.
Passively admired by the exuberance of the everything
Anything.
All things.
Being equal, is important you know.
You know.
You know what they say, the more you know.
Right?
Left.
Right.
Left.
Monotony.
Marching unwards into their unknown abyss
Time passes, and gazes at the gates of the deepwood.
Nature is unnurturing.
But, yet, it is.
Chew on that for awhile.
It's good to think.
And Drink.
Some things, apparently.
And not others.
Like hemlock.
Where was I?
Ah, yes.
And eat.
And sleep.
And work.
And play.
The day just seems to toil...
right past you.
Oops.
There it went.

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