Nothing Is Over

by The Damage Done

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released June 15, 2012

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Track Name: Tour De Force
Provide security, while feeling absolutely terrified our selves. Hoping we won’t always feel so goddamn lost. We’ll share these thoughts with him when he’s old enough to understand them. Should he find himself in comparable situations he can take solace in the fact that his mom and dad were scared to death them selves. He can stand proud and stable on his own, and we’ll have done our jobs. After all, you and me, we gain strength through struggle in every situation. After all, you and me, we steal strength from struggle in every situation. After all, you and me, provide such formidable adversaries to all our enemies. Because when we work together we make a super-powered, hardcore badass team.
Track Name: Quantum Leap
This is the life, and the soundtrack playing behind each memory. Back in the early days “No future, No hope” used to comfort me. Stare up at the sky through falling leaves and wondering. Is my old friend right? Is it just too god damn hard to live against? When this record plays, the street composed a symphony for me. When this song breaks, I’ll never feel empty. I’ve spent my life searching far and wide for something real. All these moments I compile into composition books of mine. They feed me plenty solid lines, long lost rhymes from long gone times. Plenty solid lines, lines that I can steal. On harder days maintain a level of objective detachment while I’m riding on the bus. The sheer humanity of some people’s situations makes me wanna ball my eyes out. Keep my headphones on, nose buried in a book. There’s a spot on the ceiling where I’ll pretend to look. Don’t get me wrong, don’t get me wrong I’ve lived so much since those days. Don’t get me wrong, don’t get me wrong I’m taken back when this record plays. Spent my life searching far and wide for something real, all these moments I compile into lines that I can steal. Plenty solid lines, I’m stealing from myself.
Track Name: Syntax Error
When I’m 50 years old and not thanking you every day, reach right back and smack me in the face. If I’m 50 years old and still trying to look cool, someone fucking shoot me. I’ll collect the scars and wrinkles and lose my hair and drift so far from modern fashion. Drift so far away from what the kids think is cool. Here we go again climbing out of our ruts. Spin and regain traction, lift my face out of the mud. One last time before we get too old, I wake, I wake, I wake up new. I wake, I wake up, wake up feeling something new. So far away from modern fashion, drift so far away from what the kids think is cool. One last time walk into the bar, look the guy right between the eyes and say “Gimme something to help erase today!” I saw my old friend pass me by, fresh tears spilling from his eyes, spilling into his mug of beer and his bowl of pretzels. Said when he woke up yesterday, he realized all he fought for was a lie, no difference between him and his boss and the lawyer down the street. When he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for so long was just fashion. There is no fucking class war!
Track Name: Time Cop
Take me to that tree house that you wrote about. We’ll sing and sun ourselves on riverbanks. This will be all I can think about until then. The deepest thoughts I share speak through dresser drawers folded scraps and napkins contained within. Longhand chicken scratch scrawled on the boss’ time. 5 minutes of my life, 5 minutes I’m taking back. I’m taking back my time one minute at a time. I’m taking back my time while I can. I’m taking back my time, I’ll steal yours as well. Escape with me from this desert hell on the cheapest transport I could find out of Mos eisley. We’ll get by on our wits and time we stole. We’re taking back our time one minute at a time. We’re taking back our time while we can. The great escapes are better stolen!
Track Name: Dollar Bin
Well it seemed so real, I still believe it was. Only something so honest could elicit such a response from us.
Now that you’ve moved on, who’ll be there to make us dance a dance of real unfiltered truth? A dance we saved for you?
**No I don’t know you at all, I’ve only seen the image that you wanted me to see.
An image that’s become an establishment of it’s own. An image that you stole and sold.
It’s probably just the rosy glasses that we viewed you through, or maybe now, none of us relate to you.
You can’t replicate the soaring of my heart from those first few records and you’ll never meet the soaring standards you set.
But I’m pretty sure you can do better than this. Oh I’m pretty sure you can do better than this, if you apply that same old heart.
No I don’t know you at all, but I’m pretty sure you can do better.
Can’t replicate the soaring of my heart from those first records.
You’ll never meet the soaring standards that you set on those first few records.
But I’m pretty sure you can do so much better, oh you can do better.
I stole it all, I stole it all, I stole it all and then I sold it off.
I stole it all, I stole it all, I stole it all and then I sold it.
I stole it all, I stole it all, I sold it off just to feed my family.
Track Name: Washington State Forklift Champion
I’ve neither learned enough, nor suffered near enough for this to be poetry. I carried on so long spitting in the face of mediocrity. Still seek the steady caring hand of all my loved ones, though I chose this path so long ago when I declared my independence.
**Keep screaming through the bleeding, one more time with feeling.
Kick right through the ceiling, one more time with feeling.
These statements bear repeating.
You’re never truly poor until you’re at a total loss for words!
Track Name: Steve Perry, The Man, The Myth, The Legend
The ground will shake, threatening to take me, to a hell worse than the one I put you through. Through my bare feet, I feel the heat and rhythm of the drums of that hell burning hot and loud. Or oil drums exploding below decks of a sinking ship luck helped us run to ground. The captain’s drunk, endangering the lives of those we love. Luckily we made it back, from shaky legs to stronger constitutions, never as strong as yours, my love. One song could never be enough to thank you. The hours I’ve spent breaking my own ears and teeth and heart on this microphone are memories I’ve held in high esteem, but never quite as high as those featuring you and me. I’m on my way back home!
Track Name: Tobacco Valley
AKA Big Hat...
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Glowing eyes shining back against my headlights,
Reflecting the same shock that’s widening my tired own.
Screeching brakes, broken windshield, busted guard-rail.
Gravel burns, grinding in through flesh and bone.

**Please, tell me everything is gonna work out fine, with no ifs, ands or buts about it.
Please, tell me everything is gonna work out fine, just don’t tell me how to go about it.

Falling snow extinguishes the hottest fires, and chills my broken bones.
Drag myself from under thousands of pounds of flaming wreckage. My final thoughts of you at home.
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If I die upon this mountain top, remember that I love you all.
If I die upon this mountain top, remember that I love you.
If I die upon this mountain top, what legacy will I have left behind?
If I die upon this mountain top, will you remember me and mine?
Track Name: A Sandwich and A Pizza
It’s more than just a little mystifying to realize the pain you’re capable of causing those you love. We built these walls around us out of pieces of our old ones, forgotten precedents you set, and ideals that you smashed. We shined them up all nice and new, mortared bricks and tightened screws. We worked so hard to build this life together. We shined it up all nice and new, mortared bricks and tightened screws, we work so hard to keep it together. My wife says not to think too much about the failures of our parents or we’re doomed to make those same mistakes ourselves. But I suppose you’ve earned a little selfish time, after all you gave to raise us up so well. Maybe you built these walls around us out of pieces of your old ones. Forgotten precedents they set, ideals that they smashed. Maybe you shined them up all nice and new, mortared bricks and tightened screws, maybe you worked so hard. Work so hard to make my love so proud, work so hard. Work so hard to make my sons so proud, work so hard. Work so hard to make my brother proud, work so hard.
Track Name: Earth Gears & Fixed Tones
The terror sets in quickly, too far from that great sea, but I’ll make it through the fall. The painted desert’s beauty, the four winds that once blew me, I can hear them call. *But the code set down by brethren of a long gone era has now cracked up and expired. The paths have grown over, it’s every one for them selves, and my dirty feet are tired.* My throat is bleeding raw, I’m so god damn tired. But the code set down by brethren of a long gone era has now cracked up and expired. The paths have grown over, it’s every one for them selves and my dirty feet are tired. My throat is bleeding raw, so god damn tired. Are you listening I’m so fucking tired. Writing remains disjointed, but the messages stay pointed, targeting the soul. Too young but too grown up, we’ve spent our lives too fucked up, still we’re many parts of a whole. **