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Litmus Test
03:12
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This Song is part of an unfinished, unedited, nonsensical play called Howard St-Roy VS 2007.
Litmus Test
Book 47 of Howard St-Roy VS 2007
Well the hardcore punx, they’ve gotten snobbier
than the rich kids that I’d fight with in high school.
I remember red blood bleeding down
blue locker doors.
I remember when we were freaks
before the days of emo suicide prom queens.
I remember all you’re faces,
now you don’t ask me what’s a nofks no more.
Chorus:
I remember my hair grew long.
Then I died it seven colors to show I was strong and,
I remember the worn out soles of my skate shoes.
I remember the litmus test,
now I play my guitar on the beach
to forget all the rest of those days
and the ways I went wandering,
and try to find direction to stay.
I remember when I was young
when I could still hitchhike cross the boarder.
I remember stealing bikes and hiding in sleeper cabs.
I remember September 10th, we took that bus uptown from the fairy.
I didn’t even look out the window now you talk about isreal.
We didn’t know how good it was.
Chorus:
The days before Harlem, and Valium and Jameson,
and one way tickets to hide in the mountains.
The days before my switchblade
it turned from a weapon to evidence.
The days when I’d skip school to hang out at DIZ,
cause I could not relate to my age group of kids.
The days before Cronh’s before loans,
before heartbrake, and Anarchists.
EXIT STAGE LEFT
To Be Continued in Book 48
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This Song is part of an unfinished, unedited, nonsensical play called Howard St-Roy VS 2007.
Kathleen and the 2nd week of June
Book 5 of Howard St-Roy VS 2007
(Act 1.0 Kathleen)
I said so?
She says you're going nowhere.
I said you know I’m trying to stay (a) sober
She tells me, I can never change.
So go on, so go on, so go on, and go away now.
(Act 1.2 My Mother)
I said Mah!!! She says my son,
I love you but you don’t respect (a) no one.
She tell me, I can never change,
So go on, so go on, so go on, and you can never come home.
(Act 2.0 The Shitiest, Most Racist Car Rental Place Doll Hair Frif Tee, Bi-Chop)
I go down, to my job,
They tell me I ain’t got too long.
Two weeks notice what they gave.
So go on, so go on, so go on, and go away now.
(Act 2.1 The Shitiest One out of Twelve)
I go down department welfare.
One look up down tell me that they don’t care!
Too much wealth within my family.
So go on, so go on, so go on, BUT I CAN NEVER GO HOME!!!
(Act 3.0 More Conflict, the montage)
I don’t qualify for student loans
And all I can do is piss and moan.
And lie asleep in a bottle of pills
So go on, so go on, so go on, and go away now.
I go home on the 401,
but the 514 won’t ever come,
and I’m just here loosing my mind
So go on, so go on, so go on, , so go on, so go on.
Man I ain’t ever known home.
(Act 4.0, They Conned Me, and they can do it to you!)
I go down, to my school,
to get that paper put it on the wall,
but the man tells me my grade too low
So go on, so go on, so go on, and go away now.
(Act 4.1, fucking ass Kathleen again)
I feel down I see my girl,
I said my babe you are the world,
and I ain’t got no place to go.
So she said, so she said so she said, that you can sleep on my floor.
And I done it before.
EXIT STAGE LEFT
To Be Continued in Book 6
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On The Road
03:45
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This Song is part of an unfinished, unedited, nonsensical play called Howard St-Roy VS 2007.
On The Road
Book 3 of Howard St-Roy VS 2007
Chorus:
New York City, Take My Body
Los Angeles take my soul
East Atlantic take these junk viens
Sing me to sleep man, I’ll be on a roll.
Not gon’ listen to nobody
Not gon’ do what I been told.
When the world seems out to get me
You can find me on the road.
It been a long road, a long time coming.
This insomniac sedated neither coming or going.
When the saddened situation hit the waves across the nation
I was luck to e gone, you know that I was running and,
I can’t fink it, I can’t seem to find a way to sink or ascertain it,
Wean it kick or break it.
Cause I just wanna run just wanna lay out in the sun,
When you’re alone and you’re angry and young,
You gotta be careful not direful and dumber than people who,
Think they got the answers, think they got the right,
To do what they want to whoever they want at the end of the day or the end of the night.
If you don’t wanna get rolled then you better keep rolling,
Cause the locals on the look out and the cops are partrolling.
Chorus:
Sentimental sediment, 24/7,
That’s been victimized of age and rage and decomposition
Rolling on empty just to see how long you last
You can miss out on the present when you’re running from the past
Bad times walk away drop em till tomorrow.
Truck stop knifing self defended sorrow
Cost of being lost is just a tolling on you head
When the only thing predictable is when you end up dead
And I won’t take it.
If you try to push it I will fight it bite it break it.
Beat it bash or steak it.
Cause I am looking forward to broken lines and broken bones.
Chorus:
Cut throat cosims cosign again,
You never really know what could be coming round the bend
It could be painful could be positive could change your life perspective
It could rattle your bones
to the point where you’ll be knocking on the
Gates of pearls, maybe gates of brimstone
Either way I’d rather have a Coney Island snow cone,
Or sitting in my ami with some ice cream from the freeze
Or on the side of highway 4 hair blowing in the breeze.
And I tough city, I rough it through the Country,
Mobalize my life and try to recount al the stories.
Maybe you can learn from them I’ve yet to find my way.
Chorus:
Come and drift me back to Montreal.
EXIT STAGE RIGHT
To Be Continued in Book 4
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Lie Cheat And Steal
02:32
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This Song is part of an unfinished, unedited, nonsensical play called Howard St-Roy VS 2007.
Lie, Cheat, and Steal.
Book 12 of Howard St-Roy VS 2007
CODA
If at first you don’t succeed then
Lie, cheat, and steal.
If you don’t get what you need then
Lie, cheat, and steal.
Ignore the warnings never heed them,
Never beg and never plead,
Cause rules are meant to hold you down so,
Lie, cheat, and steal.
When times get tough and things get rough then,
Lie, cheat, and steal.
When what you got just ain’t enough then,
Lie, cheat, and steal.
So don’t get stressed or in a huff
Just go all in and call his bluff
Cause rules can never Hold you down so,
Lie, cheat, and steal.
(All my friends are/Hitchhiking and) dumpster diving,
Barely living and Dumpster Diving,
I ain’t gonna be that way I’ve been there I want more.
DEE CEE AL CODA
If at first you don’t succeed then
Lie, cheat, and steal.
If you don’t get what you need then
Lie, cheat, and steal.
Ignore the warnings never heed them,
Never beg and never plead,
Cause rules are meant to hold you down,
And rules can never hold you down,
SO DON’T LET NO ONE HOLD YOU DOWN JUST...
Lie, cheat, and steal.
EXIT STAGE LEFT
To Be Continued in Book 13
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