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DASebasstian Singing

DISCOGRAPHY | LYRICS | MUSICAL HISTORY | BASSES & GUITARS | ALBUM REVIEWS | KILL SWITCH...KLICK

 

KsK songs from the album
BEAT IT TO FIT, PAINT IT TO MATCH


TRACK LISTING 
01."Music" 
02. Celebrate The Misery 
03. Follow Me 
04. The Hobble 
05. Hiroshima... 
06. A/B Continuity 
07. Once A Punk, Always A Punk 
08. Submission (original demo version) 
09. "Sick Music" 
10. So HAPPY 
11. Object Of My Desire 
12. One Sided Argument 
13. Anger 
14. Keep On Laughing Until the Cops Come 
15. Sniveler 
16. Go Man, Go 
17 Forgotten Shore 
18. deCanonized 


CELEBRATE THE MISERY 
I wasn't something you could see, 
a simple crash course destiny 
a stagnant mind that would not die, 
a stranded life that cash could buy 
someone said not knowing me 

CELEBRATE THE MISERY 

a smile hardly visible, a time barely livable 
the place was here and here and here 
a warm embrace no longer there 
in this freedom he was not free to 

CELEBRATE THE MISERY 

plain as truth this pain you see, 
a simple crash course destiny 
the print was fine illegible, 
his voice an echo unparable 
his mind taboo, 
unthinkable, unthinkable, unthinkable 
it was something sensed that could not be 

CELEBRATE THE MISERY 

©1983- d.A. Sebasstian 



FOLLOW ME 
"You've got nothing left to lose," 
she whispered as she pulled me through the rooms 
"Forever," she said, "waits for no one, 
follow me or give it all away." 

the door opened to the room of nightmares, 
I breathed in the silent darkness cold
"Do it," she cried, "there's no turning back now, 
follow me it's got to be this way." 

I can not feel it here, 
I can't remember why, 
when it all just slips away 
afraid to live and left to die, 
around and round and round 
precarious this ledge, 
insanity a long way down, 
fallen off the edge 

rising up and through the shadows 
like the animal released from it's cage 
gently she wiped the blood from my face 
"Follow me or give it all away." 

©1992- d.A. Sebasstian 


THE HOBBLE 
tall times 
not flexible 
the bitter taste of hate and ash 
shatter the endless fear 
beckon the trepid tear 
so silent in passing 
a dawn whose breath is spent 

IN THIS I SEE YOU 

gulls rise in solemn instinct 
terror clings to fatal cliffs 
against the depress ocean pull 
and though I scream 
my mouth has no rewards 
sounds that climb 
sounds that die 
the fate of words 
against the sky 

IN THIS I HEAR YOU 

I don't know why you offer 
like a lamb being led to the slaughter 
you push and scream and falter 
a sacrifice on the alter 
I can not give you comfort 
the time and lines that distort 
it's not your way of being 
it's what you are not seeing 
I don't know why you offer 
waist high in all the slaughter 
the time we live must falter 
the silent faces on the alter 
why you offer why you offer 

our crisis moves in huddle hobble 
deserving spit thin faces stare 
to know the place 
and still disagree 
to tempt the temple 
that was always she 
the sentence kills the inner drive 
roads to see but on not to thrive 

IN THIS I KNOW YOU 

©1983- d.A. Sebasstian 


A/B CONTINUITY 
the eyes of a stranger 
penetrate 
immor[t]ality 
soft spoken dancing words 
tongues caressed 
somethings last forever 
sometimes 
inside out turning 
turning to find 
the savior just a word 
the hope of armageddon 
pressure behind eyes 
some kind of migraine intensity 
seeks the shame and relief 
like water seeking its own level 
like the shaman seeking 
an unspoken prayer 

©1994- d.A. Sebasstian 


SO HAPPY 
a generation of suicide 
of desperations 
white knuckle ride 
the cynicism that you can not hide 
so bend over boy and take it in stride 

I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY 
I COULD DIE 

between the boredom and anxiety 
well this armageddon doesn't bother me 
with no confessions or apologies 
I guess the last laugh belongs to me 

I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY 
I COULD DIE 

©1992- d.A. Sebasstian 


ANGER 
now tell me what they said 
when you and yours put the gun to my head 
they told us integrity's dead 
the false intentions were inbred 
bloody and bleeding you should be dead 
but still care who else has bled 
a love you bribed with words you said 
a loving skin assassins shed 

ANGER- WE FEEL 

some will lose and some will gain 
some grow fat on others pain 
the thin belts tighten under the strain 
from the greedy grips of hungers reign 
take and take a habit crime 
inject the mass in drugged pantomime 
a play on truth a paradigm 
of those that lie most all the time 

ANGER- WE FEEL 

so tell me how it's supposed to be 
as you fuck them and you fuck me 
you bought the law but you can't buy me 
you'll pay the price just wait and see 
so pass the buck and take a poll 
dig the grave and fill the hole 
all that you have is all that you stole 
at any cost you want control 

now tell me what they said 
when you and yours put the gun to my head 
my hands are cuffed my legs are spread 
I've been abused but I can't be led 
with satan smiling from you bed 
your hands in blood the sheet splattered red 
tell me when enough have bleed 
tell me when your greed is fed 

ANGER- WE FEEL 

©1992- d.A. Sebasstian 


GO MAN, GO 
terrorize terror eyes terror rise terrorize 

keep telling yourself you've got to do this 
pull the trigger and then you'll be through this 
keep telling yourself your gonna make them pay 
keep kidding yourself that it's the only way 
the action, reaction tell me is it satisfaction 
with hundreds dead maimed and bleeding 
is this the message of the truth your seeding 
lock and load on the middle classes 
open fire on the faceless masses 
the innocent must pay the price 
the snipper folk hero's sacrifice 
who you work for but who works you? 
the means to the end of a catch 22 

PUSH IT BACK TO THE END 
THE PUPPET STRINGS WHICH YOU DEPEND 
CUT AND SNIPPED ONE BY ONE 
NOW YOU CAN'T STOP WHAT YOU'VE BEGUN 

keep telling yourself you've got to do this 
set the timer and then you'll be through this 
the mindless creed of the terrorist- 
fear, guns and bombs hand over fist 
the action, reaction tell me is it satisfaction 
to kill a child in the name of God 
is this the blood of your jihad 
indiscrimination of the car bomb 
the chosen weapon of Fundamental Islam 
Republican Army Liberation Front 
a killer is a killer a grunt just a grunt 
regardless of the side that they're on 
it changes nothing a pawn is still...a pawn 

PUSH IT BACK TO THE END 

©1992- d.A. Sebasstian 


deCANONIZED 
one for the money two for the show 
down on your knees for the evangelistic gigolo 
I've got the power to set you free 
if you give all your money and your soul to me 

deCANONIZED deCANONIZED 
well I sold you Christ as advertised 
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED 
between the sheets between the lies 
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED 
well my second coming is now televised 
deCANONIZED deCANONIZED 
when I say what I say what I say 

now can't you feel my God is real 
can't you understand don't you crave my sex appeal 
you can afford hypocrisy 
you'll pay the price as I do what I please 

deCANONIZED deCANONIZED 

©1993- d.A.Sebasstian 



All songs (except Submission) published by INDVSTA MVSIC (ASCAP)




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