Songs from split cd with High Strung. All lyrics by Ronny or Ginger or both.

Instant History

Here is what I want
My pictures back
Here is what I want
You to get out of my life
If you can't give me common human courtesy
I can't help but write this song
If you get to destroy me all over every night
I get back my black and whites
As of right now I'm making you...
You are instant history to me instant history
I've packed up your pictures from my wall
You're not part of the person I'd like to be
I'm reclaiming these emotions now for me
Should I just lay back down on the floor
And hope someone walks over me? My life isn't over without you in it,
It's just getting better.

This is just a breakup song. Point is, you as an individual are more important than your relationship.

Dear Minority Author

I don't want to hear
Your band say bitch one more time
Even if it rhymes
Don't have to prove your ignorance
Everyone here know's you're ignorant anyway
You say "I'm not sexist"
You say it's only a song
I fail to see your humour
I don't want to be part
Of your old gender roles
Or double standards from girls
Don't want to see your oddity
Of reducing women to a sexual commodity
It's degradation
Of over half the population
And all it really does
Is show your stupidity
You're just a stupid little man
And you've got to understand
I'd rather sit in silence
Than hear your mysogenistic band.

A lot of bands we played with on our first tour had songs referring to women as bitches and other degrading things, and we thought that was pretty silly. We had to retreat to the peace of the van a lot during those shows.

Probable Cause

Passed a new law in my city
Seems they don't think there's a need for probable cause
If the police think you're fleeing
They can stop you whenever they want
Heard a cop talk about """those niggers""".
Is this who we want to give this power to?
I sincerly hope you're not a young black man
Who's out jogging when that cop sees you
They already have enough power
They already do whatever they feel
Don't you know they'll bend this law til it breaks
And hide behind their tarnished shields
It's a shame our rights mean nothing
But if we do nothing it's partially our fault
Stand up, Raise your voice, Make a difference and overcome!
They already have enough power, They already do what they want.

This song is about a law that says that police don't have to have probable cause to detain you, they can just go on the fact that you seemed to be "fleeing" from them. If I were a black male who knows the history of police abuse and the overly high incarciration of the black race, then I would flee too. The US has the highest percentage of it's population in prison in the world. Tell us the police don't have too much power. come on.

Our Inside Joke

Hey words, I don't understand you anymore
You only fill holes where my friends used to be.
If I told you I was proud of you,
Would you believe me?
The longest ride home
Will play backdrop
To our civil war
If I told you I was proud of you,
Would you believe me?
"Man alone creates his isolation"
as slaves to emotion
One more polariod to add to the stack
Of thing I want back.
Do you know how much this means to me?
I'll just be so meek
to write this down for us
In useless verse and chorus.
But when these words come out as notes
You and I know the inside joke.
If I told you I was proud of you,
Would you belive me?
(Did I mention I'm scared to death)
Did I mention I was proud?

This is just a song about the distancing of people in friendships. The quote is from a book called Wind, Sand, and Stars by Antoine de Saint Exupery, which is excellent. Despite all the barriers we think the world creates, we really do choose to isolate ourselves.

This World

You've got diners, fundraisers, and charity balls
You try to rid yourself of guilt cause you know you have it all
And there's a billion others who don't
You could make things better, but i know you won't
You're just accustomed to living like a king
You've got cars, boats and planes, and a million useless things
There's enough money at your command
To end starvation in many poor lands
You're just a slave to your need
You have to have all your wants and own everyting you see
And we're all slaves to your greed
But $5.15 is way too high so you're looking somewhere else...
Mexico! Mexico!
Don't let them exploit you just tell them to go.
Cause it just isn't fair
I wanna cry, kick, and scream, and pull out my hair
And life just isn't fair
I wish i could find more people who care
No matter what happens you'll be safe at home
Warm by the fire while I'm cold in my home
And while I'm cold in my home someone's freezing on the streets
And all i gotta say is damn this world is cold!

I think it's pretty obvious what this is about.

Confessions of a High School Over-achiever

Say Jokingly: I can't make a living as a musician or an artist
So I might as well quit
Reply inwardly:
I've never had money before
Why change now that I'm just getting used to it?
It's been a problem since I was 13
How can you justify good grades to replace self esteem?
Socially phobic and awkward I may be
But how did school help me to be happy?
My grandfather is almost 80
I know he loves this earth but would rather
leave it than work 10 more years.
And I know the sun shines some days just for me
But not like you hoped it would be.
Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me sane.
(It wasn't money or a job or a college degree)
I know it's hard to believe
something I wanted to be
had nothing to do with money

This is about me looking at my grandfather's life - how he is still working at 75 with none of the "security" that working all your life is supposed to bring. I did well in high school because I can memorize, and it was hoped by my family (for good reason) that I would go into something profitable. I can't see spending my life living a half-death or taking from others to become comfortable, but I'm also scared of how our economic system will chew people up and spit them the fuck out. My only solution for now is to do what makes me sane which is music/art. life is hard.