If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame

You want it darker
We kill the flame

I’ll do what I can to be a confident wreck
Can’t feel this way forever, I mean
There wasn’t any way for anyone to settle in
You made a slow disaster out of me

You were a kindness when I was a stranger
But I wouldn’t ask for what I didn’t need
Everything’s weird and we’re always in danger
Why would you shatter somebody like

Can’t keep the submarine in
Can’t keep the life from fading

I thought the future would be cooler
I thought the future would be cooler
I thought the brave world would be newer
I thought the future would be cooler

But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn’t time be out to charm you?

And he was sitting by the swimming pool
But he was scared, ‘cause it wasn’t his time, it wasn’t his chance
Getting older’s not been on my plans
But it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay

I write about these little things that mean so much to me
I feel like such a selfish prick at times like this
I guess that I can be
What can I say, I’m sorry?

Hace dos o tres años de la muerte de Tony Sly. Nunca fue uno de mis músicos favoritos, y le di muchas oportunidades a No Use For a Name para gustarme. Pero por alguna razón hoy llegué a un par de artículos sobre su fallecimiento que me llevaron a escuchar sus dos discos solistas.

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People say I’m a one-hit wonder
But what happens when I have two?
I washed your dishes, but I shitted in your bathroom

One day you’ll be a sergeant major
Oh, you’ll be so proud
Screaming out your bloody orders
Hey, but not too loud

Polish all your shiny buttons
Dressed as lamb instead of mutton
But you never have to try to stand out from the crowd

I don’t mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders