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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1.
02:41
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
04:12
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
02:09
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
8.
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
9.
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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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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