No Allegiance Demo

by executive ashtray

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One day, when I graduate college, maybe I'll be able to put together a full length.

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released 03 February 2014

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Track Name: No Allegiance
I swear allegiance to no movement, but yours.
The movement of your lips when I read them like a book.
Like a sentence, like a poem, like one of our own stories,
that never ends in fame or glory, but also never boring.
I swear allegiance to no movement, but yours.
The movement of your eyes as I watch them scan the room.
Searching for clarity, sincerity, the traits you hope people see in you.
Calling bullshit when calling out is due.

And I hope one day these stories will be something more,
than personal allegories. And every time I said, I didn't give a shit,
you know I never meant a word of it. And all these empty cans,
will turn to stacks of books I've read and things that make me smile again. And the smoke that fills this room will become memories on the walls, photographs of me and you.

I swear allegiance to no movement, but yours.
The movement of your hips as you dance across the room.
To the beat of your own drum to the beat of rock n roll songs.
Like no one's watching, all night long.
I swear allegiance to no movement, but yours.
The movement of your fist as you shake it in my face.
Because you know I won't stop for anyone, but you.
And you call me on my bullshit when calling out is due.
Track Name: Fairweather Whatever
I will turn to ash and we all know what happens to this cigarette.
So what more good am I than another class A cigarette?
A quick fix, an alleviation of the nerves.
Quick someone get me a smoke before I lose my nerve.

I might as well be lying face down.
In an ashtray.
With my head on fire.
Until someone stamps me out because they're done.

Sometimes the things I say are funny.
Sometimes they don't make sense at all.
So what more good am I than a mediocre book?
A quick fix, an alleviation of the nerves.
Quick someone take this book from me
before I lose my nerve.

I might as well be lying face down.
Underneath a bed in a room.
Only to be read, only when lonely.
Until someone puts me down because they're done.

I've read this before, found it on the floor.
Underneath the bed in my room.
I wrote this before, threw it on the floor.
Underneath the bed in my room.
Take it from me. Take it from me.
This is not the way you treat human beings.
Take it from me. Take it from me.
I wish I felt like a human being.
I wish I felt like a human being.
Fairweather whatever.
Track Name: Sixstring Timemachine
If a punk rock song could change your mind,
you know I'd sing it every day.
If this guitar could change the past,
you know I'd write the chords to take it all back.
If the perfect key could fix anything,
you know I'd do my best to learn to sing.
If a catchy chorus could remind you how to love,
you know I'd write one every day.

If a warm smile could take the cold away,
you know I'd do my best to laugh.
If open arms could make you feel at home,
you know I'd stop pushing away.
If an honest answer could help you anyway,
you know I wouldn't feel so bad about the things I say.
If an apology could make up for the world,
I'd only say I'm sorry.

If a simple song could make me feel alive,
you know I'd probably die.