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The Things That We Let Pass 10"

by Trepan Nation

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1.
Superman 01:39
Hey, Superman! Please lead us through all the dangers of this world Hey Superman! The future of our lives rests solely in your hands A different species, but you look so human Such power in a package so small Personification of everything good A sterling example for us all Hey Superman! How does one man protect us all so well? Hey Superman! Without the help of anyone, our fears you quell As long as we've got you by our side You'll be the beam that supports our feeble walls Perfect at worst, divine at best We expect nothing less But don't tell us you're fallible Your predecessors were straight We'll know you're not fit to lead us And we can't share this human trait We'll forget all about faith Replace it with spite Then, into your face We'll chew up and spit Kryptonite! Focus on deficiencies Saturate the headlines We're warning you right now We know how to scrutinize!
2.
Lock and key, systematically stripped of power and cast aside A human fuckin' being cast down to die Blind and deaf, so mechanical Justice? Never question How they got the power to capture, judge, and kill Can't call it justice when a rich man never hangs Can't call it deterrent when it all just stays the same Can't call it vengeance when it's not the victim's hand Burning! Step-by-step, motherfuckin' mission Illinois 11 outside the governor's mansion One thing on their mind Blood for blood? Outdated barbarism Home of the free? Fuck! This culture drowns in blood We call it civilized Can't call it justice when a rich man never hangs Can't call it deterrent when it all just stays the same Can't call it vengeance when it's not the victim's hand Burning! A man is not made to burn! Burning in effigy!
3.
My jaw fell open to the floor I know I've heard it all, before But still it's something that I never can expect Thinking of the things that we let pass I can't believe I've gotta ask a punk to treat a human being with respect! Aw, shit, who'm I tryin' to kid? This is the same shit that I did When I was younger and just didn't think about The things we say, the words we use, or walking in another's shoes Those ugly phrases that we learn to live without When we take a word that's got a loaded meaning And use it as a blanket term for things that we don't like If we could take a step back, before we speak Then I wouldn't have to say: It's not OK! Well, the part that makes no sense is rushing to the word's defense Swearing up and down that no offense was meant Well, Jesus fuck, I'm sure that's true But I still think it's fucked that you never think about the message that you send And I just don't see the use of relying on some lame excuse: "Oh, but really, some of my best friends are gay!" And the part that makes me sad is hearing "Sorry if you're mad," And not "I'm sorry, that's a fucked-up thing to say!" When we take a word that's got a loaded meaning And use it as a blanket term for things that we don't like If we could take a step back, before we speak Then I wouldn't have to say: It's not OK!
4.
A private conversation of an indisputable disposition A topic with a clear resolve to us involved But a shock to the ears of an unexpected party Inciting implications that we're so wrong "Don't you know that that's disrespectful to the flag? What about the men who died so it could fly?" Maybe at one time it stood for something worthwhile But I feel confident in saying those times are gone There may be reasons that I love my homeland But their weight carries nothing compared to the bad The reasons that are good are nothing but pleasantries Their insidious counterparts are life destroyers! This is for the millions murdered for pointless reasons This is for the pain that's gone on far too long This is for the systematic robbery of our freedom This is a wake-up call FUCK YOUR FLAG! Get that star-spangled piece of shit out of my face You see a symbol of freedom, and I see a fucking disgrace
5.
Oh say, can you see what they're doin' By the light of the third world burning down They take the world from riches to ruins For the sake of a boss, a cross, a crown And they get away with it 'cos no one gives a fuck It's just a TV documentary, it might as well be a comic book About some place we'll never see And another culture's tough luck Never mind The Man Just stick with the plan and it'll work out fine Never mind the ones who've fallen under Keep it to your self, and don't you ever wonder why You've spent a lifetime following orders While the night grows darker and the days get shorter You're keeping warm by the light of a television Don't you ever wonder why? Modern day Pilate's got newspaper ink stains They come out easy and forgotten by lunch time You sit back and let the state explain Cluck your tongue for those poor fuckers dying And that's exactly where responsibility ends What the hell's a "Kosovo"? It's not my fuckin' problem I've got my own sovereignty and culture to defend Never mind The Man Just stick with the plan and it'll work out fine Never mind the ones who've fallen under Keep it to your self, and don't you ever wonder why You've spent a lifetime following orders While the night grows darker and the days get shorter You're keeping warm by the light of a television Don't you ever wonder why? Every day, another cause, another crisis Another headline screams to deaf ears Another voice no one will ever hear...
6.
Every Side 01:52
It's not a blessing, it's biology It's not "amazing," it's "a fact" It's "opposites attract" on a cellular plane C'mon, do I gotta explain? "When a man and woman are in love..." Aw, please! Let's cut this romanticism shit and just step back a little bit (Where's an eighth-grade science teacher when you need one?) So there's some sperm, an egg, they make a zygote Which may become an embryo Which may become a fetus Which may become a human being OK, so I'll admit it's happened to me We were both eighteen, acting irresponsibly But you wake up quick when your partner wakes up sick When you're staring at the future and all you can say is "Oh, shit!" And so we sat down for a talk Held hands and went out for a walk Both of us knew that there was one right thing to do (For she and I) And so we made a call, and held on tightly through it all And I tell you what, I'd do the same damn thing again There's not a thing that I regret Though there's a lesson that I never will forget And a different sense of perspective when the Rescuers talk about "respect" It makes me sick to see them with their signs Fighting for the "rights" of some imaginary life Claiming damnation and Hell Fire's the end result of our desires And making what should be a natural option an ordeal So how the fuck's she supposed to act when every side has strings attached? A slut to fuck, a shame to bear, a murderer to take a care For her well being, mind, and future hopes and plans To dare to dream her fellow human beings'd understand There's nothing there to be ashamed No accusation so there isn't any blame An awkward situation, but so isn't everything?
7.
A gloomy day on planet earth, feeling naked as my birth And just as vulnerable (maybe even more) Scores of problems in my head There'd be one more if I were dead No one to calculate what, and what it's for I see the fog is getting dense, or is it my world outlook lens? It's getting to the point I can't tell any difference My contemplation's my new best friend Outdoor air, it lends a hand My best friend gives me a gift as I'm walking out the door The longest walk is just ahead My troubles call for nothing less Step after step after step I generate An intricate knotwork my stomach's got Second only to that tied by my thoughts Tangled and wound so tight I can hardly imagine the core Romantic loneliness wears thin Ironically displaced with a grin But still it deceives not even the passersby I start to doubt this suffering's worth A spark of optimism's mirth finds its way into my head Then it starts to pour And I curse for the next few seconds And I curse this hell on Earth And I curse until I remember the gift that to me you gave I've got that beige umbrella shielding me from the sky's wet pain I've got that beige umbrella It will accompany me through my journey's rains
8.
High Dive 02:22
Well, I don't know when it was that I first got it in my head That my life was so fucked up, and I might as well be dead But I know that I hadn't reached grade five When I became obsessed with thoughts of dying And today, I'm still plagued by these thoughts I can't dispel A still, small voice that tells me it'd be just as well To take an elevator up, step out the window, take a dive It can't be any worse than staying alive Late at night, and I'm on the street 'cos I'm scared to stay at home 'Cos I think all this stupid shit when I'm in my room alone I can't stop fucking crying, feeling desperate, unprepared But mostly I'm just really fucking scared
9.
Maybe I was mistaken Maybe I misunderstood Maybe I was misinformed But I know I had it all wrong I was under the impression of progression I thought I found a group of kids who game a damn People with thought in their brains and with hope in their hearts And desire to work towards change The original attraction was not the blue hair It was a difference of opinion with the masses An opinion I thought we all shared I was under the impression of progression I thought I found a group of kids who game a damn People with thought in their brains and with hope in their hearts And desire to work towards change But I had it wrong! I had it wrong! Had it wrong! Had it so wrong! I lack the acumen for politics Social theory is over my head I couldn't organize a poker game But I tell you, I'll be doing what I can So someday I can look back and say I did my part And someday I'd like to look back and say that I had help But today I can't see that a glimmer of anything remains But if I'm crazy, and if you're out there PROVE ME WRONG! PROVE ME WRONG! PROVE ME WRONG! PLEASE PROVE ME WRONG!

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These are unreleased songs from our last session, with Ben Pants on bass, recorded in, like, 2000, I think.

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released July 1, 2011

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