The Curtain
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

I don’t need your lame excuses
I don’t feed your strange abuses
And I don’t agree with your point of view, since
I can’t weed your garden when it’s planted in crucifixes.

Even though you can’t see that you’ve gone too far,
I reveal what your options are.
And I deal with your burden
As I close the curtain . . . 

The curtain, the curtain, the curtain…

And it’s easy to see that you get what you need.

We don’t need what’s been done before.
This sinking ship won’t take us ashore.
Said we don’t need what’s been done before.
Necessity ain’t the mother of nothing but a filthy whore.

Even though you can’t see that you’ve gone too far,
I reveal what your options are.
And I deal with your burden
As I close the curtain . . . 

The curtain, the curtain, the curtain…

And it’s easy to see that you get what you need.

And it’s easy to see . . .

And it’s easy to see that you get what you need.
And it’s easy to see what you get when you bleed.
And it’s easy to see what you get when you need.

(And so it goes . . . )
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Digging for Sunshine
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

I can make sure you make it home.

I can see you’re not what you try,
More of you in how you fail,
But can you bet your life
On the hand that drives the nail?

I’m left digging for sunshine.
I’m a drain, I’m a drone.
I can see you in moonlight.
I can make sure you make it home.

Can you keep your head held high
While you walk a shrouded trail?
And can you keep your eyes
On the shade that turns you pale?

I’m left digging for sunshine.
I’m a drain, I’m a drone.
I can see you in moonlight.
I can make sure you make it home.

A crack philosopher
An archaeologer
Living on stuff you find
Living on borrowed time

I’m left digging for sunshine.
I’m a drain, I’m a drone.
I can see you in moonlight.
I can make sure you make it home.
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Giant
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

It’s enough to overwhelm me.
It’s enough to make me close my eyes.
You expose the underbelly
Of all I hate and fear and cannot call a lie.

It’s a shame to feel unreal,
Especially when you know your worth.
Your five senses won’t reveal
The secrets of a new rebirth.

Don’t know who I am.
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be.
Can’t be a giant.
Can’t stand for mediocrity.
Got all these feelings
Tied to the world that I see.
Don’t know who I am.
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be.

It’s the work that keeps me busy.
It’s the work that makes me feel alive.
It builds me up and then undoes me –
Builds the ceiling that obscures the sky.

It’s a shame to feel unreal,
Especially when you know your worth.
Your five senses won’t reveal
The secrets of the universe.

Don’t know who I am.
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be.
Can’t be a giant.
Can’t stand for mediocrity.
Got all these feelings
Tied to the world that I see.
Don’t know who I am.
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be.
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Uncrowned
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

I can feel them – the unkind stares
And the judgments, my burden to bear
Cuz I don’t play nice and I don’t belong
I call a spade a spade and a wrong a wrong

Just a beast of burden
Your hate is my yoke
I go against the grain
Cuz acceptance is a joke

If I let you define me,
Then I’m already dead.

Standing proud
My flag unfurled
I am the uncrowned
King of the world

Borrowed shovels dig shallow graves
And often bury what they would save
So you build your fences and you claim your peace
And you call me evil from on your knees

Just a beast of burden
Your hate is my yoke
I go against the grain
Cuz acceptance is a joke
They look into my eyes
And lie and say I count
But if they saddle me
To what do I amount?

If I left you to find me,
Then I’m already dead.

Standing proud
My flag unfurled
I am the uncrowned
King of the world
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Remnant
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

I am the remnant of what a human being was
I am the remnant of what a human being does
Pushed aside by all the things that I’ve loved
I am the remnant of what a human being was

Yeah . . . 
I am the remnant
And it doesn’t matter if you care
I am the remnant
At your command, at your command, at your command

We die many times before this life is over
And we are never born again
We find ourselves alive – a lie within a coma
We linger; we are remnants

We die many times before this life is over
Rebuild our castles in the sand
We try to find the things that make us happy sober
The remnants cupped in shaky hands

Yeah . . . 
We are remnants
And it doesn’t matter if you care
We are remnants
At your command, at your command, at your command

We are the remnants of what we are supposed to be.

Yeah . . . 
We are remnants
And it doesn’t matter if you care
We are remnants
At your command, at your command, at your command
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Branded
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

Your eyes are empty but your stomach is full
A born consumer, dyed in the wool
Forget your own name, wear ours on your chest
Another casualty of corporate interest

This is a battle
This a war
And you’ll be branded
Branded for sure

This is your window, this is your chance
You’re always better in a new pair of pants
More adventure, more sex, more appeal
So come along and buy, this is your deal

This is a battle
This a war
And you’ll be branded
Branded for sure

Hester Prynne would turn as green as a pear
To see the plethora of letters you wear
You pay small fortunes to advertise free
For greedy, predatory, soulless companies

This is a battle
This a war
And you’ll be branded
Branded for sure

These corporate promises
Cause mental disease
But we can’t cure ourselves
While still on our knees

I won't be your clone
I won't be your ad
I won't pay for your
Prime time and fads
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Backbone
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

We’re masquerading like making a living
But who is living when the terror is giving up
Plans – planes are falling, towers tall, and 
Spiraling smoke circles, oh yeah, we’ve seen it all

And it’s not your fault
People starve each day
And you give no thought
To wars while you play

Yeah . . . We’re hanging ten on a tombstone
Whoah . . . It tests the strength of a backbone
Yeah . . . World leaders reach for the red phone
No more lines between safe and a drop zone

They’re all marauding, self-applauding, faceless
They speak of god and how we’re flawed, not a baseless
Claim but we remain insane with the dead and maimed
Treat it like a game, do we deserve this shame?

And it’s not your fault
People starve each day
And you give no thought
To wars while you play

Yeah . . . We’re hanging ten on a tombstone
Whoah . . . It tests the strength of a backbone
Yeah . . . World leaders reach for the red phone
No more lines between safe and a drop zone
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Age of Anchors
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

The Age of Anchors got its hooks in me
Chains on ankles must be broken free
The Age of Anchors with its facts and fees -
it alienates all humanity

The Age . . . The Age of Anchors

Just let me out of here
I need to spread my wings
We drown in pools of fear
Searching for peace in things
But I need to breathe fresh air
find what cannot be seen
Chains cannot make us care
Secure in our machines

The Age of Anchors is a mind disease
But the sores and cankers heal eventually
We rage at TVs, false security,
the mindless masses, and the corporate thieves

The Age . . . The Age of Anchors

Just let me out of here
I need to spread my wings
We drown in pools of fear
Searching for peace in things
But I need to breathe fresh air
find what cannot be seen
Chains cannot make us care
Secure in our machines

The Age of Anchors got its hooks in you
The cage and blankets that you hold onto
The Age of Anchors threatens all you do
You gotta keep their vision in your view

The Age . . . The Age of Anchors

Just let me out of here
I need to spread my wings
Secure in our machines
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Cretin
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

Will you wallow, wallow in your reeling?
Swallow poison, paint your passions, pay the toll?
Or get the gallows and dangle from the ceiling
Follow feelings and your fallow fields might grow.

Can you count all the times that you’ve been kneeling?
Never needing, nonsense knowing, nothing new…
And still you settle for a stupor and some sleeping
Steal the sustenance of sunshine from a tube.

With the lights on
You can’t see the shadows creeping
With the lights off
You can’t count upon your soul
Will you shine on
The poor man’s only beacon?
Or will you shut down –
Another cretin in the fold.

Every honest look is a lighthouse
Everyone can choose to be free
Every word you speak should shine light on
The truth of you and the way things should be

With the lights on
You can’t see the shadows creeping
With the lights off
You can’t count upon your soul
Will you shine on
The poor man’s only beacon?
Or will you shut down –
Another cretin in the fold.

They called you crazy long before they knew ya
They made you lazy with the ways they can control
And now you’re hazy about what you can do to
Keep from pushing daisies up when you’re told

They called you crazy long before they knew ya . . .
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Slide
Lyrics by Dan O’Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

There’s no forgetting what you said
Your contribution’s taken toll
And now your voice has two mouths
The one inside my head 
Speaks the past too loud for the other to control

And though forgiven, still I find you
Keeping residence within
And all the innocence that shines through
Is feeble breath against the wind

It’s more the bones beneath the skin
Than the eyes that stare back hard
And the temper’s yours but I got a different chin
To open wide my mouth while catching you off guard

And though forgiven, still I find you
Keeping residence within
And all the innocence that shines through
Is feeble breath against the wind

And who am I
If half’s your skin
And the other half’s words
You have clothed me in

I draw my strength from knowing
You meant your best when
While I was growing
You made me question
Everything I was
As incomplete
As every second justifies
My ultimate defeat

(Yet I have not been beaten)
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What If
Lyrics by Adam Scott
Music by Age of Anchors

What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How would I choose to use today?
In this present moment fear cannot reside;
In a state of action I will remain to be 
Seen standing up in the faces of they
who would oppress if given the chance
I would dance with the devil and walk away
With the knowledge of how he moves…

What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How do I choose to use today?
What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How do I choose to use today?

Why … would I?

Watch some TV and drink some beer
And turn it up loud so no one could me
Crying over what I didn’t do with the last
Two years of my life … NO!
I’d give all my toys away
And I’d go outside and play
And I’d laugh and dance and sing
Like I had nothing to lose . . . 
What would you choose?

What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How do I choose to use today?
What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How do I choose to use today?

I’d laugh and dance and sing! x4

What would you do? x6

Would I do any of the same things I choose to do today? x4

What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How do I choose to use today?
What would I do if I knew I would die tomorrow?
How do I choose to use today?

In this present moment fear cannot reside;
In a state of action I will remain to be 
Seen standing up in the faces of they
who would oppress if given the chance
I would dance with the devil and walk away
With the knowledge of how he moves…
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Elephant Bones
Lyrics by Jon Dudley, Adam Scott, Dan O'Brien
Music by Age of Anchors

We walked through the mud amongst the elephant bones
The towers and the tyrants met the fury of drones
A battle being fought for the rights of our minds
The propaganda papers and the news will try
to keep the puzzle pieces scattered and the threat benign

Weapons of Mass Destruction
(We found'em over here - we found'em over here)

The resistance is weavin' up webs for weapons
Stretched over deadly sticks in ditches
Towering torsos tumbling down
Many men leading mighty mastadon minions
died doubting allegiance and hiding opinions

The looms are working over weaving wool to blind your eyes
while the wolves are laughing wildly in their patriots' disguise
Weapons of Mass Destruction

Television, nicotine, the tan from your computer screen
Super-size your porno-lust; isolate and never trust
Weapons of Mass Destruction

Weapons of Mass Destruction
(We found'em over here - we found'em over here)
Weapons of Mass Destruction
(We found'em over here - we found'em over here)
Weapons of Mass Destruction
(Where did they go?  I don't know!!)
Weapons of Mass Destruction

Walking with the elephants you're always alone
But nothing lasts forever, even Elephant Bones

Bones, Bones, Bones, Bones
Nothing lasts forever, even Elephant Bones . . .
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White Noise Generator
Lyrics by Adam Scott
Music by Age of Anchors

It takes a white hot lie to boil blood down
into a headline we can handle the truth (if we heard it)
cannot hurt me, only set us free
to be aware of what matters after the chatter disappears

White Noise Generator
Grinding gears for somber slumber
White Noise Generator

Good sheople sleep with not a peep of defiance
one has no alliance
I rally with the rebels but make no devils
of the dead-end-dicks turning tricks
to try to tie us to tedious head games
we play today

White Noise Generator
Grinding gears for somber slumber
White Noise Generator

Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies

Big Brother's beaming a broadcast
Breaking inside our minds
Collectively crashing
beneath a burden of bullshit brainwash LIES

White Noise Generator
Grinding gears for somber slumber
White Noise Generator

Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies

Shhhhhh . . . . . .
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