If You Need Me

Restaurant

We'll stay intact
let's dance,
but it all seems surreal
when real life turns to dream
everything sounds like screams
at wall clock speeds.

We're a wage, a twelve hour bet!
What a way to have our fortunes set,
by a cascade of failing debts:
so life can seem terribly long,
a litany of wrong and less wrong,
set to a wall clock song.

Working 9 to 9,
'cause of Luther's 95.
Our leanings and our feelings,
they feel like competition,
like repetitions,
like a burning missive,
like a switch gone missing,
until we can wash our hands, 
I'm gonna count on my lucky seven.

When the Clocks Strike Gold

When The Clocks Strike Gold

Police Elections

on the streets where you roam,
a vicious security force
threatens your pace
with batons and mace

have you shed your highschool fears
and all your petty friends ?
give me just one more guess,
oh you march in bitterness !

barricade those splendid gates
evict those god damned squatters
and eradicate the homeless

serenade the fascist pigs 
with stories of your overstated power
you coward

Could it be we shouldn’t hire cops
the way we hire politicians
from the dustbin of our gene pool?

you f*cking pigs
moving in on my neighbourhood,
beating my friends to death,
you f*cking assholes
this sh*t is gonna end,
cuz we’re gonna have
cop elections ! 
F*cking pig,
Fascist f*ck !

Police Elections

Adam Fares:
Guitar I
Bass
Organ
Vocals

Kimya:
Guitar II
Drums
Vocals

Chestnut

Born in a desert under the Tropic of Cancer, perched on the shoulders of old soul songs, and fast rocknroll.

DYNAMILLA

Popular tracks