Coma Commander

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released October 11, 2013

Guitar: Jens Rubens
Guitar / Backing vocals: Jeroen Sels
Vocals: Bram Sels
Drums: Ward Donders
Bass: Jef Donders

Recorded and engineered by Filip De Bot @ Penthouse Studio, Heist-Op-Den-Berg.

(c) 2013

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Track Name: ...If It Wasn't For Those Meddling Kids
The golden well was right, to swallow up our coins
And make us figure this shit out for ourselves.
If we took so long… (we took our time)
to come around to see what we were up against.

And they can shut the fuck up, cause we don’t want to hear about
How this city’s crashing down between the pages.
The words are lining up and lose their meaning.

And I would’ve gotten away with it…
… if it wasn’t for those meddling kids.

The golden well was right, to swallow up our coins
And make us figure this shit out for ourselves.
If we took so long… (we took our time)
to come around to see what we were up against.

… if it wasn’t for those meddling kids.
Track Name: TV Guides Make You Smarter
I can’t, shut down these voices, anymore
I can’t, cut down these voices
That’s why I’m singing along to TV themesongs,
they should be make believe

These car parks seem like the perfect scenery for this horror comedy.
Falling down a mountain of ashtrays, coming up gasping for air.
It’s sickening to see these wannabe mayors shaking all those hands
leading us towards a pitfall

Confusing, liberal art abusing bullshit
Is all around us these days (It’s all around us these days)
Confusing, liberal art abusing bullshit
Is all around us these days (It’s all around us these days)
Fuck those backstabbing politics!

I can’t, shut down these voices, anymore
I can’t, ignore these voices
That’s why I’m singing along to TV themesongs.
They should be make believe.

A part of me has never seen your face before.
The life I’m living isn’t of this world.
A part of me has never seen your face before (we’re busting out!)
Track Name: Shipwreck City Is Run By Moneysharks Incorporated
Captain throw us overboard!

We have no need for your deck policies and delivery charts anymore.
We’d much rather see our ship wrecked, or plunched of the edge of the world. And we’ll hoist our colors high.

Capsized, going under, wowowow
Waves as tall as mountains, surround us one by one.
Capsized, going under, wowowow
Clouds are circling overhead, harbouring a storm.

Kid don’t do this anymore, don’t learn from my mistakes.
Live and taste the asphalt as you launch out on that bike of yours.
Swim and see the sunset, behind the oceanline. And never come back up again.

Capsized, going under, wowowow
Waves as tall as mountains, surround us one by one.
Capsized, going under, wowowow
Clouds are circling overhead, harbouring a storm.

High pitched whistling in my mind, reminds of warm and welcome nights
nights that we go out and drink our lives away.

These lives, our lives, we’ll walk the plank as they flash by.
We’ll see the answers in the morninglight.

And as we fall into the ocean, that cold and dark abyss,
the togetherness of fishes is getting ripped apart by sharks.
They will never see our ship wrecked, or plunched of the earth.
But we’ll hoist our colors high.

Good riddance, sorry lot.
I care not for these modern days.
(Captain throw us overboard.)
Good riddance, thanks a lot.
I care not for these modern ways.
(Captain throw us overboard.)
Track Name: The Museum
And then the smoke clears.
The vault doors lie shattered on the floor.
These kids have life in their eyes as the sirens pull in closer.
They could have been the richest kids alive,
but what would they do with a title like that.

It’s not about what you think
It’s not what you’re trying to do to me.
Cop cars, at every corner,
yet there’s no tension in the air.
The kids yell ‘stick-up’, like it matters.
Warm blood rushing through my vains,
pushed by art and everything creative.
(There’s no paper involved in that.)

And now they’re standing there,
Disguised as villains, in peaceful protest.
Black leather jackets seem to stick out like soar thumbs.
But they could have been the richest kids alive.
Track Name: Lost Boys
I've lived a thousand years in this playground. Cries and tears of misery flood these hallways like amazon rains. And I wonder where my boastful and careless attitude has gone...

But when it comes to losing something you tasted but never could have kept. Oh I thought that these days just passed on in my head.

Oh lost boys! Crowing out together for forgotten days.
Oh lost boys! Screaming out forever for our fucked up ways.

As I fell I broke my back on the concrete steps I've found in this place I secretly loved. When it was covered in, I made up castles and stable, I chewed the bitter pill and spat it right back out in the face of reality.

Oh lost boys! Crowing out together for forgotten days.
Oh lost boys! Screaming out forever for our fucked up ways.

Hand in hand, we've walked as princes and thieves, next to each other.
Where is this place we left with suits and briefcases in our hands?
Track Name: We've Got This Song Called Riot
Alert the high council, the new pope comes rollin' in,
We’ve stood here quite a while, praying for a storm.
Rain is the great equalizer, it falls down on everyone.
But keep yourself blind-sighted, it’ll get you through the night.

We’ve got this song called riot! (Down and out)
Protest’s always writing about all the things that are hard to say when you’re down and out.
We’ve got this song called riot! (Down and out)
We gave it everything and lived up to what we’ve got.

Pacifism should be on our shoulders, hovering over what we’re doing next.

Warped on the inside looking out.
We’ve got shit figured out, out from ashes.
Warped on the inside looking out.
We’ve got shit figured out, carved from oil and brimstone.

We’ve got this song called riot! (Down and out)
Protest’s always writing about all the things that are hard to say when you’re down and out.
We’ve got this song called riot! (Down and out)
We gave it everything and lived up to what we’ve got.