Crowded Room of Lonely People

These days of frustration, consumed by depression
How many times can I be let down?
My life's mystery, rooted anger within me
How many times can I be let down?

My social obsession, to harbor contention
How many times can I be let down?
The permanent story of the pain within me
How many times can I be let down?

Crowded room of lonely people, I take that walk inside
Shallow room of empty people and still I don't feel alive
Another dark and drunken night and it seems I've lost all control
No one seems to listen to me, no one seems to care at all

Self doubt and destruction, always hinders progression
How many times can I be let down
Paralyzed indecision, static human condition
How many times can I be let down

Burdened and broken, all these words left unspoken
How many times can I be let down
All these mixed up emotions and quiet confessions
How many times can I be let down

Crowded room of lonely people, I take that walk inside
Shallow room of empty people and still I don't feel alive
Another dark and drunken night and it seems I've lost all control
No one seems to listen to me, no one seems to care at all

What's the answer now?
Is it love I need?
Is it in religion?
Is it in my dreams?

Crowded room of lonely people, I take that walk inside
Shallow room of empty people and still I don't feel alive
Another dark and drunken night and it seems I've lost all control
No one seems to listen to me, no one seems to care at all

Crowded Room of Lonely People

Dyfunctionation

Verse 1:
Wake up in the morning to an empty house alone
I'm wondering if I'm to blame for you not coming home
5 years old and all grown up, but still I have to know
Did you even care when I was born all those years ago

Chorus:
You coming home?
When you coming home?
I need some fucking help yeah, 
And I'm not gonna make it on my own

Verse 2:
13, middle-aged and found out how to cope
Sedated life, gotta get out of here, that is my only hope
Teenage psychology is what I have to give
Watching people living lives, that's how I have to live

Chorus:
You coming home?
When you coming home?
I need some fucking help yeah, 
And I'm not gonna make it on my own

Verse 3:
Ancient and 18, but I've finally made it out
Still have no home and have no job, all uncertain doubt
Excited, scared and anxious to live my fucking life
Got a girl, like me she has no home, I hope we'll be alright

Chorus 2:
Don't come home!
Do not come home!
We don't need your fucking help yeah, 
And we are gonna make it on my own!

Bridge:
Dysfunctionation, dysfunctionation
Will you raise me, will you raise me?
Will you help me, will you help me home?

Dysfunctionation, dysfunctionation
Will you save me, will you save me?
Will you help me, will you help me? Please help me...

Dysfunctionation, Dysfunctionation
Now you raise us, now you raise us
Now you leave us, you leave us homeless

Dysfunctionation, dysfunctionation
Somehow you made me, somehow you made me
Will you help us, will you help us? Please help us...

Chorus:
Don't come home!
Do not come home!
We don't need your fucking help yeah, 
And we are gonna make it on my own!

(Music, lyrics, instrumentation and arrangement by r. kabadi)

Dysfunctionation

Twenty Years

Verse 1: 
The edge of the world is where we connected
Sharing the same sympathies
Cool but awkward, short on experience
With social anxiety

We didn't fit in with the normal persuasion
Of arrogance and affluency
Relating to freedom, dark artistic expression
And individuality

Navigating through the streets of our youth
Learning as we go along
Growing together, no adult supervision
Discussions of right and wrong

Chorus:
Twenty years of searching for Truth
Retreating for years and years
We've learned to think and to feel
Fighting through our pain and fears

Twenty years of introspection
Analyzing everything
A never ending conversation
So please just answer me

Verse 2:
The battle of God and Man continues
Through passionless work and wealth
Through first time connections, and unfortunate unions
Through marriage, divorce and death.

Making a difference, with designs on compassion
Thinking prototypical
More education and mind evolution
Intentions apolitical

Navigating through the streets like Bourbon
Learning as we go along
Working together, with adult misdirection
Discussions of right and wrong

Chorus:
Twenty years of learning Truth
Retreating for years and years
We've learned to think and to feel
Fighting through our pain and fears

Twenty years of introspection
Analyzing everything
We're products of Dysfunctionation
Now please, just answer me.

Verse 3:
Well after midnight, and mind disconnected
Talking through the pain of it all
Holding a gun, feeling disaffected
Staring at the end of the world

Focused distraction with focused attention
Keeping our souls alive
Drunk indecision, indirect conversation
Losing the gun we cried

Navigating through the streets of our time
Living as we go along
Slipping and falling, and feeling regretful
Perceptions of weak and strong

Chorus:
Twenty years of learning Truth
Retreating for years and years
We've learned to think and feel
Living through our pain and fears

Twenty years of introspection
Analyzing everything
Fraternal miscommunication
So please, just answer me.

Chorus:
Twenty years of searching for Truth
Retreating for years and years
We've learned to think and to feel
Fighting through our pain and fears

Twenty years of introspection
Analyzing everything
A never ending conversation
So please just answer me

(Music, lyrics, instrumentation and arrangement by r. kabadi)

Twenty Years

Lost Generations

Verse 1: 
Midnight and full of excitement
Walking into ambush
Dark Knight rises in amazement

(...in 22 minutes)

Sliver of light that no one noticed
Car outside, that waits in judgment
Insanity walks with guns fully loaded

Chorus:
Gunshots rein in mass destruction
Evil preys on desperation
Our world can never be the same

Fractured minds with no connection
Drive through weapons with no instructions
It really makes no sense at all

Poor gunshow background regulation 
Demented minds with no direction
Fruitless words and action still prevail

No help from lying politicians
Who can't agree on legislation
Does anyone out there even care...
...for the lost generations

...these lost generations

Verse 2: 
School day starts with short announcements
Children wait for more instruction
School doors locked securely at 9:30

(...in 5 minutes)

Glass doors crushed in cold aggression
1-5-6 shots, lives are taken
Childhood innocence brutally broken

Chorus:
Gunshots rein in mass destruction
Evil preys on desperation
All of the children are unsafe

Fractured souls with no direction
Consumed by guns and dark depression
It really makes no sense at all

"Cold dead hands" so reactionary
Background checks not mandatory
Fruitless words and action still prevail

NRA threatens all politicians 
Dark room deals kill gun legislation
Does anyone out there even care...
...for the lost generations

...these lost generations

Verse 3: 
Roseburg, Charleston, Isla Vista
Fort Hood twice, and Atlanta
Oak Creek, Dekalb, and Columbine

Tucson, Seal Beach and Brookfield
Fort Worth, Huntsville and Wakefield
Oakland, Blacksburg, and Manchester

Chorus:
Gunshots rein in mass destruction
Evil preys on desperation
Our world will never be the same

Fractured minds with no connection
Drive through weapons with no instructions
It really makes no sense at all

Poor gunshow background regulation 
Unstable minds with no protection
Nation's laws still remain the same

Wal-mart weapons make it easy
To take the lives of our human family 
Does anyone out there even care...

Austin, Nickel Mines, San Ysidro
Edmond, Omaha, Chattanooga
Jonesboro, Santee, San Francisco

DC, Red Lake, Geneva County
Stockton, CSprings, Salt Lake City
Carthage, Camden, San Bernadino

...for the lost generations

(Music, lyrics, instrumentation and arrangement by r. kabadi)

Lost Generations

Down (by Anberlin)

You would have loved who I used to be
Yesterday, I would have hated the boy you see
When you found me I was at my worst
The best I was is a long forgotten curse

You caught me on the way down
Please hold my hand before I drown
Tie my hands before I burn this town
You caught me on the way down

Feel like a shell of yester-years gone by
Bad decisions like ghosts that just won't die
I'm so sorry that I can't apologize
For what comes next is another long goodbye

You caught me on the way down
Honey, honey
Please hold my hand before I drown
Tie my hands before I burn this town
You caught me on the way down

You caught me on the way down
Oh, honey
Please hold my hand before I drown
Tie my hands before I burn this town
You caught me on the way down

Down (Anberlin cover)

Here's to the State of Donald J. Trump

Here's to the hackers of Vladimir Putin
Who rules the world through cyber war in a kleptocratic form
Made a deal with Manafort, Kushner, Page and Flynn
Working with Julian at Wikileaks, it was the beginning of this coup

Here's to the land, you tore out the heart of
Vladimir Putin find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the government of Stephen K Bannon
Who led the online platform Breitbart, serving the alternative right
Learning from Evola and Dugin, he deconstructs our nation
His racist, sexist policies is what we need to fight

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of
Stephen Bannon, find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the land of Donald J. Trump
Who has no informed opinions on how to improve our lives
Making decisions like reality TV, without any moral compass
Autocratic will to power that is built upon his lies

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of
Donald J. Trump, find yourself, another country to be a part of

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of
Donald J. Trump, find yourself, another country to be a part of

Inspired by Phil Ochs, "Here's to the State of Mississippi"
Lyrics and instrumentation by R Kabadi

Here's to the Land of Donald J Trump (ill America)

Reciprocity

It’s all about your growing insecurities 
Truth and lies mixed with unexplained conspiracies 
It’s all about those ever-increasing jealousies
Losing clarity with unrestrained anxieties

Your posting to build your false identity
You misinform with your lies and hypocrisy

It’s all about you
Your plans, your pains and your problems
Always about you
Your friends, your foes and your feelings
It’s all about you
Your job, your skills and achievements
All about you
Your time, your goals and ambitions 

What about me 
Reciprocity
What about me
Reciprocity

Posts and pictures present the online story
Proclamations, devoid of any honesty
Closed-ended monologues destroying rationality 
Writing shallowly, and thinking superficially

Your blogging to build your bold identity
Do you even know your responsibilities?

It’s all about you
Your plans, your pains and your problems
All about you
Your friends, your foes and your feelings
Always about you
Your job, your skills and achievements
It’s all about you
Your time, your goals and ambitions 

What about me 
Reciprocity
What about me
Reciprocity

Still dwelling in the blogosphere
Grouping hearts that are insincere 
Loyal souls that are meek and still
Powering your own harsh will

In your world where attention rules
Post truth world with no real fools
Real time posts create fake news
Gaslight tool that fuels your truth

All your trolls are demagogues
To your trending cyber cause
Disengaged from humanity
And building more uncertainty 

You tweet and post to build your identity.
Have you lost all sense of your sensitivity?

It’s all about you
Your plans, your pains and your problems
All about you
Your friends, your foes and your feelings
Always about you
Your job, your skills and achievements
It’s all about you
Your time, your goals and ambitions 

What about me 
Reciprocity
What about me
Reciprocity

It’s all about you
Your plans, your pains and your problems
All about you
Your friends, your foes and your feelings
Always about you
Your job, your skills and achievements
It’s all about you
Your time, your wealth and ambitions 

What about me 
Reciprocity
What about me
Reciprocity

(Music, lyrics, instrumentation and arrangement by r. kabadi)

Reciprocity

...one man band living in DC, writing, composing, recording, mixing, producing...DIY

Kabadi

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