Lost Along the Way

by Libel

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Written, performed and produced by Libel:
Gavin Dunaway -- Vocals, Guitars
Brian LaRue -- Bass, Vocals
Jonathan Hanson -- Drums

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released 30 September 2011

Engineered by Gavin Dunaway and Andrea Zavareei
Mixed and mastered by Gavin Dunaway

Album art by Michela Buttignol – www.michelabuttignol.com

Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved

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Much thanks to: Michela Buttignol, Shelly "The Broad" Ridenour, Julie Rozanksy, Stephen Perry, Benji Archer, Fox Bowden, Jamie Rimmer, Daniel Kasshu, Joe Rouiller, Amy Grimm, Jonny Leather, Andrea Zavareei, Kabir Hermon, Austin Mendenhall, Jeremiah McVay, Maryanne Ventrice, Deb Best, Sara Best, Emily Best, Steven Dunaway, Sean Dunaway, Dennis Benjamin and the countless others that have donated to the Libel cause.

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Track Name: Post-Modern Love
She says she's not
Trying to suck my life away
It's just so cold down there
Don't you know baby I'm scared
Of falling in
Who knows how far down it goes?
So can I share your perch
I'll make it work worth your while

Then she flits her tongue
All around my ear
Showers my neck in sweet hot breath

All right, I said
You can give up on this game
Yeah I know your style
I've been played before
I've worked damn hard
To claw my way up here
It may look safe
But my grip ain't so tight

But I'll let you know
I like your forwardness
And as you might imagine
It gets lonely on this rock
So you can keep up your wiles
And maybe I'll succumb
But I'll let you know right now

Hold tight, baby, you better hold tight now
'cause if you fall I ain't catchin' you
(Hold tight, baby, won't catch you if you fall)

You're going down alone

All right, she said
Those are terms I can live with
So we shrugged, then kissed
To seal the deal
Track Name: Disassembly
We've picked a fine time to fall apart
Stand still as glue unbinds
Limbs spring forth from socket and frame
Torsos slide into the gutters
And detached heads go rolling down the way

And it's a perfect day to crash and burn
Siphon fuel out of the tank
Shower flesh in alcohol
Douse the mothers and babes alike
Light a match and kiss it all goodnight

We wonder what the history books will say
A squandered culture left to spoil in the heat
Accompanied by an illustration—
Waving blankly on a crinkled postcard
The caption reads:
Greetings From the Great Decline
Track Name: Halcyon Days
Line 'em up against the fence
We'll let you know who owns penance
Soon as the ammo's spent

Peace of mind has come undone
Gotta remind 'em who's number 1
Show 'em might equals right

And all you dreamers
And all you believers
Just shut your eyes
You're gonna wanna miss this part

We'll strike without warning
Leave no time to make amends
Forever contorting
The means that will justify the ends

Have we won? Well no one knows
Cut off the head, another grows
We must expand the field

And all you dreamers
And all you believers
Just shut your mouths
The plan is underway

When we strike without warning
Leave no time to make amends
Forever contorting
The means that will justify the ends

Round 'em up, don't discriminate
Disagree and you capitulate
Ignore the carnage left in our wake
Don't ask the mongoose how he kills the snake
Just be grateful

This is only a start
Who knows where we'll stop
This is only a start
Who knows if we'll ever, ever
Ever, ever, ever, ever stop

Eventually there comes the day
You gotta let the people have their say
Even if they don't know their minds

Now our reign has reached an end
Such atrocities to defend
History will be our judge
Track Name: Lost Along the Way
All these tones are flawed
Manic rhythm forced into song
Cut the note that fit the measure

Still the tune drones on
Marching gay to battle drums
Beat the pulse into gray matter

The call button slipped through fingers and
Crashed onto the floor
Leather bands sear into flesh with
every futile squirm
Hoarse from all this screaming
Still I croak out an SOS
Help must have got lost along the way

Stroll through hemlock groves
Blossoms grow oh so high
Out of reach, out of season

Another misfired charge
Fools let it happen all night long
Bite the tongue to end the seizure

The call button slipped through fingers and
Crashed onto the floor
Leather bands sear into flesh with
every futile squirm
Hoarse from all this screaming
Still I croak out an SOS
Help must have got lost along the way

Lost along the way
Track Name: Fear For Our Youth
And we're jaded
Bread and circuses have reached their peak
But they can never ever know
Because we refuse to speak

And we're sated
By the pearly whites of the prom queen
But she can never ever know
The ways we'd long to make her scream

We are lost children
Roaming forests, dropping crumbs
Sweet tooths on full display
For salivating witches

One in a billion
One perfect snowflake in the storm
Distinct pristine and lyrical
We'll melt right on your tongue
Away, melt away

And we're fated
To following the whims of conglomerates
But they can never ever know
The source of these epileptic fits

Just so elated
By the endless array of pharmaceuticals
But we can never ever know
The combo most magical

Kill all the critics
Stab their throats with poison pens
Slice their soiled tongues in half
And throw them on the stove

'Cause we're one in a billion
One perfect snowflake in the storm
Grotesque, depraved, hysterical
We'll melt right through your tongue

And we're jaded
Bread and circuses have reached their peak
But we can never ever know
When the outlook got so bleak
Track Name: Beyond the Pale
Crunching through the crowd
She'll trip and break her crown
The turnstile woes have become so commonplace
She yearns for a chaste escape

Crashing at the gate
Our morals less than safe
The best estimates lack substantiation
So we give it the college try
And scream when it goes awry
Without ever questioning why

It's not too late
Kick off the hinges, unseal the hatches

Walking through the walls
Eavesdropping on calls
Hangups, dropped calls, sawdust and remorse
But apologies are such a waste
They leave a metallic taste
And always delivered in haste

It's not too late
Kick off the hinges, unseal the hatches
And it's not too late
Run to the gate and unhook the latches

Come across the great divide
A million miles wide
And no bridge to cross

Staring 'cross the gap, grass is so much greener
Left without a paddle, we resolve to anger
Cursed to a fate beyond the pale

It makes for an ugly ruse
And we care not for the abuse
And such an unsightly bruise

It's not too late
Replace the hinges, reseal the hatches