Recorded at the Tabler Art's Center drum room with terrible microphones and a subpar recorder.

Recording Credits
Nick-Guitar
Savely-Piano/Organ
Joe-Bass
Steve-Drums/Vocals

Then What's the Use?

Not too many people choose to believe
everything that they see
Why's it so hard to get you to try
a better way to live your life?

Don'tchya got a place to be?
or for once will ya' follow me?
Just gimmie one night to show you how
the best time spent is time gettin' down.

I used to be alot like you
living nine to five nuttin else to do
go out every now and again
pick up the pace and hang witchya new friends.

Feel the beat and catch the rhythm
show 'em everything you wanna give 'em
Now you can see what I mean
Why go to sleep when you could be livin the dream?

Too many times have you missed the chance
With your flatblack shirt and fresh pressed pants
to get a little bang for your buck
come hit the floor strut your stuff and try ya' luck

Try Ya' Luck

Knockout

Beside the man I call "enemy,"
I reach out to grasp this scene,
A foreign body of humanity,
Would have quite a day with me.

And if I could just handle this,
Without the over assumption of risk,
If it is then it is to fit
if it is will it be all I see?
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Can I be blind, for this line,
Should we turn back for a lack,
of better words to say, of thoughts?
Of thoughts best thrown away
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Along side the greenest of the greens,
an all too surrealistic scene
A memory more befitting a dream
An encompassing joy, that seems,
Suspiciously serene.

How will I ever know
the things n life I haven't been shown,
When will I finally see,
The grass grow and the wind blow
through a starry night, far outta sight?
When will I get the chance to believe?

The Retrospectators