We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Play it by Ear

by Brass Knuckles

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
2.
They, they say There’s something wrong with this city There’s nothing going on; this place is lame But they’re attitudes are the fucking same Ladies and Gentlemen: it’s time to address The state of affairs in this lyrical mess People like to talk, and love to point the finger But no one wants to lend a hand It’s easy to talk shit and say that things suck But real people are trying to make change in this town And when the people are crying, you raise the wrong finger But of course, we’re not to blame They, they say There’s something wrong with this city There’s nothing going on; this place is lame But they’re attitudes are the fucking same Ladies and Gentlemen: it’s time to reprise Get your minds out of the gutter; eyes on the prize This place is only as good as you can make it But no one wants to lend a hand Out of job and without any money You’d think that the masses would stay together Priorities elsewhere, let’s pack up and leave But of course, we’re not to blame They, they say There’s something wrong with this city There’s nothing going on; this place is lame But they’re attitudes are the fucking same -bridge- They, they say There’s something wrong with this city There’s nothing going on; this place is lame But they’re attitudes are the fucking same To all kids sneaking into shows To everyone that doesn’t give a fuck And to anyone shoplifting from local businesses You’re stealing from yourself Stealing from the people You’re the ones to fucking blame
3.
Pavlov's Dog 01:41
Hey – Let’s find a job today Today – And benefits along the way Stay – For 40 years then I’ll go Pay – For my free ride and my blow Everyone’s rich and gets what they want Trading cars and stocks can be so much fun Too much to spend, no time to invest Spend it on ourselves, growing up is the best Free market just for me, box stores cause we can Everything good must be made in Japan Local businesses are dropping on the streets The word “recession” doesn’t mean anything to me -bridge/ This doesn’t make any sense And the cycle always starts again /bridge- Hey – The jobs are all gone Today – Welfare and single moms Stay – On the street, where we live Pay – We’ve got nothing to give You’re drooling from the mouth, ‘cause you thought you heard a bell But it’s the 12th round; we aren’t doing very well We’re told to relax and believe in the system But if it doesn’t work, then this doesn’t make any sense
4.
The Demons 04:40
Night returns to day Reality has frayed Memories become hazy; difficult to sight Conscious is unwinding; morals are gripped tight If you saw your Mother would you say a word of grace? If you saw your Father would you kiss him on his face? What are your beliefs? Do you trust just to exist? Are you a slave to the Man or a slave to a kiss? Fight for what you might, though you might not have a cause You’ll be judged like you have judged; heckling applause You’re a hypocrite without permit; no reason to be involved How can you live a life with so many problems unresolved? And the sun has set for another day Night has come to set you on your way Dreams begin, but subconsciously it stays Fears and love; we’re all here on display If you saw the Devil would you scream and run away? If you saw your God would you live to fight another day? What are your beliefs? Do you breathe just to exist? Or are you a plight on earth with a clenched fist? Believe what you want and confirm no words to common man The adjectives and conjugates fail to help you understand You’re a mind alone in an empty world; how have we come to this? Are we all so naïve that we cannot reminisce? And the sun has set for another day Night has come to set you on your way Dreams begin, but subconsciously it stays Fears and love; we’re all here on display
5.
6.
A Disco Song 03:45
--- The west knows how to live. The east knows how to live --- The rich knows how to live. The poor know how to die People consume with hate. People discriminate 12 billion in poverty, but gays aren’t allowed to procreate Where are your priorities? Throw stones at minorities Is your life so easy that you must hold us down? You intercept Transfer your hate into more disrespect Your words won’t break bones, but they scar You don’t even know who they are And you demand To be heard but you can barely understand We are no different, from you We are no different, from you You hate Cause you don’t Get it Your hate It gains Nothing You’re sexist, racist Vulgar, tasteless Black and white Retarded faces Homophobic Xenophobic Phobic of this fucking world we’re on Once upon a time we’re all listening to disco Dance with one another. No quarrels with each other The early bird demands it’s worm but sells it’s eggs for profit We demand our differences; We demand convenience Look up to some, down at the rest. That’s how things are done If we were the same then this house would be overrun We have the right to choose who and what we want to see Everyone has a price. The ones who owe the debt are you and me You intercept Transfer your hate into more disrespect Your words won’t break bones, but they scar You don’t even know who they are And you demand To be heard but you can barely understand We are no different, from you We are no different, from you You hate Cause you don’t Get it Your hate It gains Nothing You’re sexist, racist Vulgar, tasteless Black and white Retarded faces Homophobic Xenophobic Phobic of this fucking world we’re on
7.
You are lodged inside my brain But you have jumped another train Damnit I miss you Life can get the best of us Love distorts a sense of trust Is it over; is it through? When we were one we’d never fight Now we’re two; we both can’t be right Fucked if I can count the nights Feels like I’ve lost someone else’s fight I can see this keep on getting worse My mind is frail like I’ve just been cursed I can’t believe, it’s been just over a week I smile and clench my teeth as I struggle to speak I’m ignoring all my friends I’m sick of all these comparisons, saying YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR ME I’m feeling so upset And this situation keeps getting worse; yet YOU’RE STILL PART OF ME You said you can’t keep going like this No strength or time, you just can’t commit I can’t argue with you on that You’re younger by a couple of years Overwhelmed by choice and consumed by fears I guess there’s no turning back You’ve got to do this by yourself The same problems that we’ve all been dealt But this is one I’ve never felt Self infliction to support someone else I want you back, it’s easy to tell But I know that you aren’t doing too well Has it been a year, a month, a week? When will you choose to speak as if you still know me? I’m ignoring all my friends I’m sick of all these comparisons, saying YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR ME I’m feeling so upset And this situation keeps getting worse; yet YOU’RE STILL PART OF ME I’m ignoring all my friends I’m sick of all these comparisons, saying YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR ME I’m feeling so upset And this situation keeps getting worse; yet YOU’RE STILL PART OF ME
8.
End of Songs 01:45
Plague; famine; nuclear war global warming and nothing to live for human atrocities so very wrong but fuck em now, it’s the end of songs! This will be the end of song(s)? x4 If that wasn’t enough, we’ve got mtv Bastardizing and raping the music scene Artists with integrity? Not for long Give up hope it’s the end song(s) This will be the end of song(s) x4 -bridge- Once told that science will prove us wrong Now we know this is the end of songs
9.
10.
Misato (dub) 04:17
11.
12.

credits

released April 28, 2010

Thanks (in no particular order)
Everyone that helped with the recording/editing of the album!
3show, amy, bitesize, mattu, suckjob, wil

To everyone that helped with merch/art stuff!
sef, sonia

This album was recording, edited, mastered, produced and sold completely through and by Brass Knuckles. We wanted to create something that was solely produced by us, and this is it. We recorded in our homes, garages, basements, in empty warehouses; we worked on the songs on mics and equipment we borrowed or had found (or had found for cheap); we used freeware and/or pirated software; we made the cd cases ourselves and annoyed a lot of roommates in the process


Additional thanks to everyone that helped us with random inspiration!
bitchy windsor citizens, lowdown (just kidding, eat a dick), our various musical influences, all of our friends/family, all of those who purchased an album or even accepted a sticker from us randomly on the street, and to anyone else that we've missed. We love you, just bad memory :(

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Brass Knuckles Windsor, Ontario

contact / help

Contact Brass Knuckles

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Brass Knuckles, you may also like: