As Friends Rust - The Fists Of Time			Emo-Core
( Goodlife Recordings )
	Type of Record:	10-Inch	vinyl-color:	green,yellow
	Release No:	Goodlife 25
	Release Date:	1998	pressing-info:	first pressing 300 green vinyl second pressing 500 yellow vinyl
	No of Records:	1	special-info:
Line Up: Damian Moyal - vocals Gordon - guitar Tim - drums Caleb - bass Joe - guitar			Songs: 1. Home Is Where The Heart Aches 2. Encante 3. Ruffian 4. When People Resort To Name Calling 5. Broken Brain

Home Is Where The Heart Aches

Count me in, before you kick me out. We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else I fall victim to the fists of time. It seems our blood is worth no more than mud. But that's a blessing, isn't it? And, of course, I give into it. Home is where the heart aches. Home is where the love breaks. Home never happened to me. What you see is what you get, and I suggest you get used to it. Because I will never make you proud, and that's something I can live with. Things don't change, they stay the same. It's only the words that rearrange. I am the person I can't ignore. I am the person that I abhor. Fifteen years of endless fear, of stolen youth, of keeping clear. I am the person you can't ignore. I am the son you will never adore.

submitted: 18.06.2001  by: Holger Straede

Encante

As the evening rolled, we couldn't wipe the smiles from our faces if we'd wanted to... but you had a different plan, involving words. You spoke of gold, but offered only coal. We are fighting ourselves, and we love to lose. I refuse to head down this road again. I found no verity in their bloated maxim... they are just sounds that shape lives. She did it again. Slice the lie, dice the lie... until I'm left with sand. Too late for apprehension. Feel at home within the stone, don't you? You don't have to say for me to know it, you don't have to draw. As the evening rolled, we finally wiped the smiles from our faces. It wasn't as hard as we'd thought all the while. Erase you from this day, you made it ugly, anyway.

submitted: 18.06.2001  by: Holger Straede

Ruffian

Ruffian, bear your scar. So you came to prove your might, and it's such a brutal sight. Jab right, left, uppercut... and on your face is pure delight. You are the ones too hard to back from any fight, and yet you never grow older. so stop denying there's war in every breath. You know what's right Why are you here (macho fuckhead)? Either keep your hands in your pockets, or don't show up at all. You're tearing apart my dream. Unlike you, I still have faith... so don't come screwing it up for the rest of us. This place is only for those who are concerned. You're pushing them away, you won't turn me away. It's all testosterone... go!

submitted: 18.06.2001  by: Holger Straede

When People Resort To Name Calling

And so again, my friends we've taken this conversation to its bitter end. I need to cut my tongue, before it cuts us down. We spit them out like spears. Without a doubt we never look to see who's in the clear. I need to lose this one, before it cuts us down. Down to Nothing. No bones are broken, no lives are stolen, but what's been proven when there's nothing left to prove? My mouth is launching, ballistic missiles, and you can't catch them fast enough. I don't mind the knife because I know its driven by you. I don't mind the knife because I know you're the force behind it. We're all serrated and capable, and so we cut.

submitted: 18.06.2001  by: Holger Straede

Broken Brain

Holy Shit, I think we've gone too far to turn back now. There's no thread to mend this tear, so now your face just turns to stone. I've gotta let it waste away, become a remnant of a dead age. No rejection, you always saved the day.... came flying out to me, untied me from the tracks. Wasn't my intention, but I've got no room for you. Me wait for light turn green, and then me go again. I'm sorry. I'll go. Without warning came this feeling lacking reason, just the kind I hate. Found no good strategy for change. I can tell you now that I am broken brain. Got a fist full of hair, so now me go again. I can tell where I stand. I can tell where. I can tell.

submitted: 18.06.2001  by: Holger Straede

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