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Adjectived Noun Committing a Verb

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by No Time To Think

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released 18 July 2011
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tags: alternative electronic rock experimental indie industrial Buffalo
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BAND FREAKING BIO: One day, at gunpoint mind you, this guy told me to go till his wheat and mend his flesh wounds. So he and ... more I got to talking and I decided I should make some tunes under the moniker "No Time To Think." Fun times.

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Track Name: Dogma
They call me chance the dogma
Give me money I’ll help you pray
The lives you’ve wasted on glorious expense
Will help to pave the way

Give to me the dog’s bone
For I won't beg or cry
For some extra security
Give me a tip I’ll give you wings to fly

Dogma

They call me a wanted man
I’ve stolen lives and other's leisure
But give me just one chance for redemption
I’ll turn you into a believer

I’ll flip a two-headed coin
I'll give you the call
And if you don’t succeed
You’ll make dissenters of us all

Dogma

Give me a call
Track Name: Just Enough
I’ll work in the factory
Chip off me a piece of society

Ahhh Ah Ahah Ahhh Ah Ahah

I’ll cut off heads & pay the bills
Do whatever it takes to get rid of these chills

Ahhh Ah Ahah Ahhh Ah Ahah

I’ll win some plain girl’s affection
Take her home, fuck her all night, start the infection

Just remind me what is in it for me
What makes workers and fathers that seem so happy?

My eyes are focused on mystic valleys & endless pastures
Build my family the pyramids, slide down be a nomad
Celestial turn of tides, angels chase me into a bomb shelter
If I could find a way to make it out rich I just may…

I’ll send the kids to the schools
Expect nothing but miracles

Ahhh Ah Ahah Ahhh Ah Ahah

They’ll grow up and run away
End of the film, “We’re all getting laid!”

Ahhh Ah Ahah Ahhh Ah Ahah

We’ll bring jackhammers to crack the egg
It’ll be so mundane to us, we won’t be ashamed to beg

Just remind me what is in it for me
What makes workers and fathers that seem so happy?

Mind's drifting from what's real and what’s going on
My impact on the world, a confusing swirl
Celestial turn of tides, angels chase me into a bomb shelter
It's not much, it's just enough, and in the end isn't that all that matters?

It’s not much
But it’s enough
Isn’t that all that matters?
Track Name: The Ballad of Nearly Dan
"It is a jungle out there" some have told me
They say it as they're about to scold me
If I cry do my tears water any ground?
Just a positive consequence to me feeling down...

But it is over now done with that
My den's collapsed stampeded flat
Do I build something new out my cherished ruins,
Or get on the phone and see who I am suing?

It just sometimes feels like another boring application
With a polished resume and personal information
The type of shit that could never make a difference to me!

But still I spill these words upon you
With a conclusion in mind I hope you will come to
As if this combination of grammar mattered
When it's just me rearranging the chatter

If the limelight would choose to glorify me
I'd be terrified I'd end up like the Kennedys
What end does my search's justification reap
If I'm stuck here in the back seat

But still I do my best to ignore every problem
That don't make me cough up blood, makes me feel in control, I know what's going on...
I hope to whatever god you're feeling right now, there will be a day I won't need my parents money!!
Track Name: I Was Wrong About Everything
I have no idea what you are doing
Cuz I don’t know any of your motives
I’m being brutally honest
I know all my sins and all my victims lived

It’s so mistakable
But so undeniable
What am I doing?
What the fuck am I doing?

I was wrong about you
I was wrong about the truth
I thought you could give me wings
I was wrong about everything

What’s the transmitter saying?
Is there anything new on me?
It’s getting crazy my brain is hazy
I don’t even know the details of the war but I know I’m trying to sign a treaty

I’m getting miserable
It’s probably making me predictable
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck is going on?

I was wrong about you
I was wrong about the truth
I thought you could give me wings
I was wrong about everything
Track Name: Instincts of an Animal
Babe I have the instincts of an animal
Everything I want I need so natural
But I'll climb the mountains like Hannibal
Everything bringing me down I know is so simple

Forgive me now as darkness looms
Take it as a letter of compromise
I’ll be jumping on a boxcar soon
Hoping it takes me to the skies

And I just want you to know
I can’t let you go
From my stream of thoughts
And I just wanna jump the boat

Pass me the oil for the lantern
They’re saying a harsh wind tonight, power lines down
All I need is a gentle burn
And if it rains too hard we’ll all drown

We left the car in the middle of the street
Exchanged final glances timed it well
I made sure you had everything you need
You return to your lover and me to this cell

But I just want you to know
I can’t let you go
From my stream of thoughts
And I just wanna jump the boat

But through all my narcissism
My restless emotions
You’re the only one that makes me wanna do something
Instead of just trying to be someone

Babe I have the instincts of an animal
Everything I want I need so natural
But I don't wanna turn into a cannibal
Maybe it’s not too high but not so simple