3 Done Got Lost

by The Lone Boners

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Anthony Varriano
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Anthony Varriano I guess you could say I grew up with "Energy" and "Walk the Plank," and I have to say, I'm curious about these lost songs, because this album is already very strong, with "Knocked Down" providing an immediate kick, and just about everything is perfect on "My Door Remains Open" – so much power and passion and pace. Favorite track: Knocked Down.
Joel Janikowski
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Joel Janikowski This band is the embodiment of the good old punk days. When you grabbed your guitar and went to a buddies house and hammered out some good times and good tunes. This band is tight. Feels like deliberate anarchy. Favorite track: Energy.
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9 of the 12 songs originally intended for this album. More to come!

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released April 19, 2016

Boners - Composition, performance and tracking
Tyler Schmalz - Mix and master
Joel Janikowski - Band logo

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Track Name: Knocked Down
Knocked down in a mansion
Fell on riches
Stitches mended by CPU
Paid by you so i don't have to take a step out of the house
Thank you

Knocked down in a mansion
Eating fluffy clouds
Dog impounds check by me first to tell when to put you down
When to put you down

Realizing i'm not alive yet
I've got so much to learn
I can't downsize it
Realizing i've not begun yet
to learn that life is not about power

Knocked down
I don't want to be - you

Our children
our brothers and sisters
are worth more than a dream
more than a conformity allows
There's more life behind all this steel
one look and it will be found
underground

Picked up in a bombshell
rode on arms
harms mended by love
Paid by the hearts and cares of the true
They've always been there
Thank you

Picked up in a bombshell
We sing along
rebounded by choice
The articles of my own life
The laws of freedom and privilege of right

Knocked down
I don't want to be - you
Track Name: My Door Remains Open
Just one more mystery to explore
one more reason to search for more
Just one more reason to exist
for something better than this

Play by and by 'til nothing's left inside my chest
Strike two and three
I've got the best without the rest
Struck gold, a mine
Inside what's left is just a mess
Broke from the hinge
My door is open for the rest

This is not over
It's not a war
We just plunder
But what's not spoken is the truth
We've got a lot to learn
We've got much left to learn
Attacking every front is what we've jumped
We've come up short of what we're supposed to learn

Play by and by 'til nothing's left inside my chest
Strike two and three
I've got the best without the rest
Struck gold, a mine
Inside what's left is just a mess
Broke from the hinge
My door is open for the rest
Track Name: Jesus Was an Anarchist
There's a war across the ocean
built on presentation
Mind control, hidden agenda
No investigation
With candy-coated coverage
of a blood-soaked confrontation
As bombs are falling from the sky
we support damnation

Operation Iraqi freedom
what a fucking name
for a crusade for oil
and hydrocarbon energy
110 trillion cubic feet of gas reserves
and oil heaped upon oil
Bush thinks somehow that we deserve

I can't hope they're looking out for the rest of us
I can't sleep feeling safe at night
I can't look away when i know it's not right
How can i rely on a controlled media
Un-educate, perpetuate
the smoke blown up of the ass of America

Global PAX
Americana
Solution

Mass appeal for war support
gained through television
400,000 times a day
aired every station
Manufacture blood lust
out of cathode ray intimidation
How could the news reports be wrong
Why would they even lie to us

To institute a common bond of anger
when handed the perfect solution
And it comes down to an ultimatum
support the man or fucking get the fucking fuck out

Global PAX
Americana
Solution

Can you feel the drums of war
Can you hear them chanting
With us or against us
In every mind they're planting
False dreams of security
Do it for your country, man
Do it for your children
And make the world a safer place for democracy
Where's this democracy
That I hear so much about
My voice is silent
even when i'm fucking shouting
at the top of my lungs
When will my vote count

What's the point in trying
when profit is all they think about
Why are we not fighting
for the only things that really count
How many are dying
so that you can keep warm in your house
When will they stop lying
When can i breath
and put my fists down

Global PAX
Americana
Solution

This is not solution
I can't take it anymore
I can hear them pounding at the door
Track Name: Energy
Hey, world trade
why can't you be there without a barricade
Knock on the door
But you'll never be there
unless a war
Then that bond begins to grow
Your eyes begin to glow
like you've been there all along
Just let you know

So we stay
just a stone's throw away from the grave
onto the floor
And we'll never see them
until that day
Then our courage begins to slow
Your eyes begin to glow
Like you've been there all along
and then we'll know

Far beneath the raging waves
Thrusting life to the shore
An energy that we all crave
A breathing, thriving empathy
Deep into our hearts
lies the breath of the sea

Any way
to get past our own selves everyday
an enigmatic storm (the storm)
a swift and arousing circus
of the brain
Then our feet begin to move
Our minds begin to think
for themselves

Far beneath the raging waves
Thrusting life to the shore
An energy that we all crave
A breathing, thriving empathy
Deep into our hearts
lies the breath of the sea
Track Name: Walk the Plank
I haven't slept for days
The clock rips holes
in place of the hours
that should have been passing unnoticed

I am the product
of everything today
I am second-hand first place
And i forgot the plan
Why won't you understand
That you were never a part of it
I know you know it
but you were always best at charades

Walk the plank, Fucker

You're a hater
granted, everyone else hates too
but with you it's habitual
You hate without reason
Life is not with you
Nothing is sacred

Eat and sleep
Rise again to hate and rape
The art of life
is nothing more to you
than spit on a canvas
You brought me down
more than you will ever know
Is it wrong to hate, hate
when it's hate that i'm hating
or are you essentially
hate incarnate

Walk the plank, Fucker
Track Name: Machine vs. Man
Well, technology to man
is like a crutch on loose gravel
We're building ourselves up as
as gods amongst animals
to live reliant on machines
and miracle pills
Have we forgotten how to survive and work
as we did when it was necessary

Go on existing
ultimately will reduce us to
the naked cave dwellers we started out as
The few of us left
Physically strong enough to survive

Well, technology and science of thought
We're expanding inwards
towards the obscure
Reaching in to areas
unrelated to anything of much real
earthly importance

We are relying more and more
entirely on the products of our father's labors
Designed to make living easier
By taking away manual labor
we grow weaker and more dependent
once our resources have been depleted
our machines will fail
and we'll be left like fish out of water

So where will the senators go
when mankind is reduced
to bear skins and spike clubs
What will they do without their
widescreen TVs and leather sofas
They will die out like parasites
on a fresh corpse
And the few left alive
will feed the fire and warm their hands
with 100 dollar bills they loot from the rich
and apparently worthless

We are CEOs to world-wide corporations
We are burger flippers and fry managers
No wonder everyone is so depressed
We're working jobs that we hate
That don't do anything for anything
Track Name: No Politics
No more politics
No more dreams
No grey shading in between
No light on an empty subject
No food in an empty stomach

Nothing's free

At night I am alive
Sunrise makes me high
Keeping me up
Eyes wide, still awake
Then I'm running down the road
down that empty highway that I love so much
Against Me! in my head
Feeling words leaving
No pen, no pad, no pedal let down
Wind hits like lead
fading by to the sound
Screaming my face off again

No more government
The reliance on one
could never bring peace
No chance of anarchy
No hope of a utopian society

Nothings Free

At night I am alive
Sunrise makes me high
Keeping me up
Eyes wide, still awake
Then I'm running down the road
down that empty highway that I love so much
Against Me! in my head
Feeling words leaving
No pen, no pad, no pedal let down
Wind hits like lead
fading by to the sound
Screaming my face off again
Track Name: Operation Communist Youth
Mom and Dad
there's so much more to freedom
than you could have given us
through democracy
In fact, there's no such thing
not here, not anymore
All this time, living a myth
Knowing yet not wanting
to admit it
We're being utilized
pumping blood and tears
fueled through the war machine
No wonder we're feeling so empty

School text books have all been re-written
to install this new collectivist way of thinking
They're playing it out to the youth
and setting up their franchises for tomorrow

Disguised by compromise
and convenience
And buried beneath layers of pavement
under buildings
under cities
beneath airstrips and military bases
lies the corpse of the world
that we've destroyed
in our great race to superiority
Technology at the cost of planet earth

School text books have all been re-written
to install this new collectivist way of thinking
They're playing it out to the youth
and setting up their franchises for tomorrow

If we're lucky maybe someday we'll make fry manager
If we kiss enough ass
If we don't let them know
that, given the chance, we'd burn down their corporations
and run laughing through the ashes
Track Name: Labor Class Lives
A capitalist product
of an ill-consumed prize
The leaders just junkies
out to fill their pocket lines

A crime at the expense of the labor class lives

A union of dreams
built on 401k
stood on promises that
"Tomorrow's a better day"

A crime at the expense of our neighbors and minds

Of course they're aided by tax cuts
Free-ticket rides
It's easier when you've got all power on your side

A crime at the expense of our labor class lives

Sit down if you're standing
This news may hurt
All your retirement funds
thrown in the pit to burn
But don't worry
'ol Kenny's living it up
sucking on the government's tit
like a two-day pup
He's protected
You're broken
How funny
It sounds like Johnny's waiting for college

Salute our greatest crime
Salute our fatal lives

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