all the best

from seattle by the garages

by Benjamin Oliver ( @VagueShrug, benjaminoliver.bandcamp.com )

in the end
you say you did it for me
i could mend
if i knew what broken shape to be

oh mother benevolent coin
you tear us apart at the join
you build us the history box
fixing our places and jamming the locks
and you say it's our will to be done
but we burn in the heat of the second sun

ashes to ashes to ashes
dust to dust to dust
no more tiana cashes
no more blinded trust
this is not democracy
you've taken all the best of me
so we'll take all the best of you for ourselves

in the end
your motivations are corrupt
rules made to bend
i think we'd better interrupt

whatever you're going to do
we'll see to it you never see it through
whoever you make disappear
we'll go on without a glimmer of fear
if it's true that our will should be done
then we'll put out the fire of the second sun

ashes to ashes to ashes
dust to dust to dust
no more tiana cashes
no more blinded trust
this is not democracy
you've taken all the best of me
so we'll take all the best of you for ourselves

she took our greatest pitcher
maybe it's time to ditch her
she's been so dearly hated
we'd be better separated
she took beloved batters
to make her pocket fatter
this anarchist rejects it
let's show the coin the exit
we've lost so much of our roster
i think it's time that we tossed her
heads will roll, no matter tails
this time, i swear, seattle bails

ashes to ashes to ashes
dust to dust to dust
no more tiana cashes
no more blinded trust
this is not democracy
you've taken all the best of me
so we'll take all the best of you for ourselves

[unintelligible punk noises]

if we may be struck
at your behest
until our sword is in your side,
all the best

oh, all the best

until our sword is in your side,
all the best