Flobots:Mayday
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This song is performed by Flobots and appears on the album Fight With Tools (2007).
Born in the flood
Bloody fingerpaint sets
Blackmarketed
Fresh water cannons, forget me not
Epitaph airbrushed with death
White T's
Wife beaters
Button up
Reattach flesh
In between the lines
Outside of the law
Underneath the veil
We dig our foundations
We navigate the globe
Tryin' to find a pattern to break the mold
With a family to feed
There's nowhere we won't go
But what if were caught?
They say I'm a snitch
Shot at the check point
Found with his throat slit
There's spray paint on the teleprompter
Anchorman screams that he's seen a monster
Mayday
There's bloodstains on his shirt
Mayday
They say that he's gone berserk
Sometimes
When I wanna shut out this world
Wanna rip up this page
Wanna pour out this heart
Wanna get up on this stage
And my lips become percussion
And my fists become the rage
And I pound on this table
'Til it gives me something to say
Then I think about things that I've seen
Right in front of me
That I don't wanna believe
Gimme one of these mic's
Lemme let 'em know
The way that it is is not how it's gonna be
Not if we don't let 'em get ahead of us
The present tensions, no threat
It's just a fence across the path
That we're already ready to walk
Rock-solid footsteps
Let 'em put up obstacles
And prove that it isn't possible
Fuck that
We don't give 'em any weight
True liberty and freedoms at stake
Peace will never become passé
Live my life until my last day
It was half-past eight in the bat cave
When the cracks in the plaster collapsed
And gave way to gaps in the pavement
Mayday, mayday
Put it on blast
For the passengers and messengers
'Cause this is a disaster
Where the fuck are the rescue workers?
Not far
Off pissin' on a cop car
In the hall with a Pop-Tart
Sippin' liquor in the rockbar
Everyone climb to the frontline
Lunchtime's cancelled
All hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill
Onlookers, passers-by, brush off your shoulders
Shake off that rubble
Break free from your standstill
Signs of a better world
Causes we understand
Failures we expected to occur
And bring redemption for our sins
Safety from the crowds
In the shadows on the run
We write our own cider house
Rules to keep alive
Rituals that prove their worth
Search for systems we can trust
Rhythms we can lock into
This is madness
Salvage teams can't bandage
Hope when it's damaged
Or broken compassion
Not enough rope in the van when
World is collapsing
Our mode of action
Broadcast through the glass
It's all we can manage
Donate with the plastic
Scraps from the salad
Hopin' to balance
Emotions invalidated
And staged on 4:3 aspects
Just ballast for sadness
Lives shattered are standard
Fare for cameras and channels
Stare no abracabras
No faster answers
Or mantras for disasters
Remastered and plastered
Got it all backwards
Do you know the faction your backing?
It's another man down
Another mother gone
Child drowned
Another silenced song
Solitude
Another kind of strong
I miss you
Another strung along
Missing in action
Another page is black and burned
Turned to ashes to ashes
Dust off the flags and the caskets
We will never find another you
Despite the life of love we knew
These lightning times are trouble who
Can't count the strikes that punished through
The bonds we thought would never break
And never will and never change and never fade
But there is the rage
Of losing you to their mistakes
In between the lines
Signs of a the next movement
Refuge from the crowd
Outside of the law
Causes we understand
Hands that trace
Instructions for descendants in the
Shadows on the run
Underneath the veil
Failures we expected to
Occur and bring redemption for our sins
In between the lines
Bloody fingerpaint sets
Blackmarketed
Fresh water cannons, forget me not
Epitaph airbrushed with death
White T's
Wife beaters
Button up
Reattach flesh
In between the lines
Outside of the law
Underneath the veil
We dig our foundations
We navigate the globe
Tryin' to find a pattern to break the mold
With a family to feed
There's nowhere we won't go
But what if were caught?
They say I'm a snitch
Shot at the check point
Found with his throat slit
There's spray paint on the teleprompter
Anchorman screams that he's seen a monster
Mayday
There's bloodstains on his shirt
Mayday
They say that he's gone berserk
Sometimes
When I wanna shut out this world
Wanna rip up this page
Wanna pour out this heart
Wanna get up on this stage
And my lips become percussion
And my fists become the rage
And I pound on this table
'Til it gives me something to say
Then I think about things that I've seen
Right in front of me
That I don't wanna believe
Gimme one of these mic's
Lemme let 'em know
The way that it is is not how it's gonna be
Not if we don't let 'em get ahead of us
The present tensions, no threat
It's just a fence across the path
That we're already ready to walk
Rock-solid footsteps
Let 'em put up obstacles
And prove that it isn't possible
Fuck that
We don't give 'em any weight
True liberty and freedoms at stake
Peace will never become passé
Live my life until my last day
It was half-past eight in the bat cave
When the cracks in the plaster collapsed
And gave way to gaps in the pavement
Mayday, mayday
Put it on blast
For the passengers and messengers
'Cause this is a disaster
Where the fuck are the rescue workers?
Not far
Off pissin' on a cop car
In the hall with a Pop-Tart
Sippin' liquor in the rockbar
Everyone climb to the frontline
Lunchtime's cancelled
All hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill
Onlookers, passers-by, brush off your shoulders
Shake off that rubble
Break free from your standstill
Signs of a better world
Causes we understand
Failures we expected to occur
And bring redemption for our sins
Safety from the crowds
In the shadows on the run
We write our own cider house
Rules to keep alive
Rituals that prove their worth
Search for systems we can trust
Rhythms we can lock into
This is madness
Salvage teams can't bandage
Hope when it's damaged
Or broken compassion
Not enough rope in the van when
World is collapsing
Our mode of action
Broadcast through the glass
It's all we can manage
Donate with the plastic
Scraps from the salad
Hopin' to balance
Emotions invalidated
And staged on 4:3 aspects
Just ballast for sadness
Lives shattered are standard
Fare for cameras and channels
Stare no abracabras
No faster answers
Or mantras for disasters
Remastered and plastered
Got it all backwards
Do you know the faction your backing?
It's another man down
Another mother gone
Child drowned
Another silenced song
Solitude
Another kind of strong
I miss you
Another strung along
Missing in action
Another page is black and burned
Turned to ashes to ashes
Dust off the flags and the caskets
We will never find another you
Despite the life of love we knew
These lightning times are trouble who
Can't count the strikes that punished through
The bonds we thought would never break
And never will and never change and never fade
But there is the rage
Of losing you to their mistakes
In between the lines
Signs of a the next movement
Refuge from the crowd
Outside of the law
Causes we understand
Hands that trace
Instructions for descendants in the
Shadows on the run
Underneath the veil
Failures we expected to
Occur and bring redemption for our sins
In between the lines
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