Lyrics from the Debut Album - "The Functionals"


Answers

I don't mind the hours
I work all night, all night and day
Relishing the labor
To guard a shred of sanity

Striving for a balance, never found
Always moving forward, never slowing down

Long live a life prepared
What distracts us cannot stand
A constitution held so close
The blood is dripping from my hand

Forever at the mercy of opposing views
Living in the moment but also seeking truth
Sifting through the garbage to find the absolute
Searching for an answer...

Sheltered for a moment
It splinters with the ending song
Escape is just a fleeting comfort
It's never wise to stay too long

Striving for a balance, never found
Always moving forward, never slowing down

Long live a life prepared
What distracts us cannot stand
A constitution held so close
The blood is dripping from my hand

I'm looking for a beacon to guide me to the shore
But when I finally reach it, I find a thousand more
I'm running out of patience and reasons to explore
I'm searching for an answer...


ENNUI

I was kneeling on the bathroom floor to void
The remnants of the eve's exploits
I think that Murtaugh had it right
When you rock the boat
You gotta swim to shore
In soiled clothes from the night before
You pluck a hair, the dog's gonna bite
Ennui

It's harder now than it ever was
To stop the game after the buzz
I'm tired of playing wild cards
When I flip the switch and scratch the itch
I pray to stay out of the ditch
The oldest habits die so hard

You know the tap is always on
The whiskey always goes down smooth
But then the morning comes again
It's like the needle's lost the groove
Ennui

Hold it steady boys, I'm stumbling off the stage
Tonight is just another night, no time to turn the page
I can't stand behind this art that I create
But they won't catch the slur if I don't enunciate

DIRTY SONG

All I ask of you
Could you be so kind
Tell me what you hear
Share with me your mind
Help me bridge the gap 
From floor up to the stage
Help me to engage

Up out of my lungs 
Every breath escapes
Through my vocal chords
Does it resonate?
It scatters through the air
On its way to you
Does it make it through?

You sing along, you know it feels good
I'll write a dirty song, a dirty song, yeah
You sing along, you know it feels good
I'll sing my dirty song, my dirty song, yeah

Do you hear my voice?
Do you hear my words?
In between the lines
The chorus and the verse
Is the message lost,
Buried underneath
Is it out of reach?

The labors of my love
Spelt out on the page
Every syllable
Every pointed phrase
Do I ask too much
In just a single play
Is it the PA?

Sing along you know it feels good
I'll sing my dirty song, my dirty song yeah
Shake your stuff, you know it feels good
I'll sing my dirty song, my dirty song yeah


The Flood

Two by two go the animals 
And when the winds blow they will scatter
Would that I could 
I know that I should
Follow them now to their shelter

But when it's calm
I wanna burst right through my skin
Like a bomb
Just begging pull the pin

Let the waters raise up
And drown the earth it don't matter
I'm gonna live for the flood
Like the petulant martyr
You feel it rise in your throat
Your gonna pray for the storm
To rage on

Two by two went the animals
And I envy them now in their solace
I've lost the main sheet 
There's no sails to reef
I'm barreling into the darkness

But when it's calm
I wanna burst right through my skin
Like a bomb
Just begging pull the pin

Let the waters raise up
And drown the earth it don't matter
I'm gonna live for the flood
Like the petulant martyr
You feel it rise in your throat
Your gonna pray for the storm
To rage on

Boil

Do you feel the charge?
It sizzles and sparks
It feels like the air is electric
But just as soon as it's massed
The movement has passed
Momentum evaporated

The ground feels to steep
And it crumbles beneath
We're crawling upon one another
No objective in sight
No fuse to ignite
Just keeping our heads above water

And to the victor goes the spoils
The oldest story ever told
I feel my blood begin to boil
With no direction now to go

Go, go, go!

They lie in wait like serpents coiled
To prey upon the down and out
As my blood begins to boil
It fills my lungs until I drown

Watch the pot, and pray that it doesn't boil over
With measured steps appease, abate
As time goes by, I'm sure that your hands will grow slower
You'll hear the fists pounding at the gate