Schizophrenic Flight, by Paranoid Fly

Schizophrenic Flight

by Paranoid Fly

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1.	Paranoid Fly 04:06	lyrics	buy track
Now did you motherfuckers came ready for tonight? It's the Paranoid Fly in a schizophrenic flight Ready motherfuckers for tonight? it's the Paranoid Fly in a schizophrenic flight In the D in the I and the Y we are doin' it ourselves so come on and catch a ride What you were missing now is here for good what you despised now's flying around So let your guts embrace the groove and bang your head til it hits the ground Bad news for the wicked crews the fly is on the loose You'll see it on the streets but you won't hear it on the news It's time to set things straight you'll see it worthed the wait What's bound now to happen break some stuff in your apartment You gonna fly Fly so high... Ready motherfuckers for tonight? it's the Paranoid Fly in a schizophrenic flight In the D in the I and the Y we are doin' it ourselves so come on and catch a ride What you were missing now is here for good what you despised now's flying around So let your guts embrace the groove and bang your head til it hits the ground
2.	But Maybe 04:33	lyrics	buy track
Looking straight into your eyes I tear down your disguise litlle chance to stay alive and a milliion ways to die Loser quit living a lie cause last night I heard you cry you know it well that last night I heard you cry The day you left there was nobody around the dogs were howling and there was frost on the ground There was no history no books no songs about you just a hole in the dirt and a ticking sound I rose in fame and a fortune I made I ruled the masses and before me they bowed They fear me, mock me, hate me tried to assasinate me still alive I stand over the filthy crowd My face on billboards and daily tabloids I am a king and a legend alive There will be twenty one guns and half-mast flags you will be forced to cry on the day that I die. I laughed at common people cause they failed the game they lived and died in such a pointless way I chose to play god with the devil on my tale and now I'm here so shut up and do as I say Human disgrace you just wasted your days you'll be forgotten in the blink of an eye And as I came to close to the end of my way the only thing I feard was my name on your grave
3.	Asking For It 03:23	lyrics	buy track
Mid-twenties he's so grown he has his own home college is almost out his mommy is so proud He as a special hobby waits for a girl to show comes outta the alley and follows her till home He puts his his hand on them he's scarign them to death and if they're pretty drunk he drags 'em in the dark Now he's all alone he's lying on the floor he holds his broken nose wondering what went wrong You ask for it, You reap what you sow He is the type that wins the type of magazines they call him alpha male and that's his own tale He makes a million bucks drives a convertible he's buying tons of shots demanding blowjobs His thing is date-rape he drives you far away you may end up dead in case you misbehave Now he's turning blue he's hanging from a noose his feet kickin' the air in his expensive shoes You ask for it You reap what you sow He pays so it's fine here comes another night he pays it;s ok she has no word to say Her job is doing so she has to get on this and if she cries or faints he is the one that wins Cigarettes on her skin this world is fuckin' mean his basement is hell the neighbours won't tell He's tied to a chair slowly passing out he's losing all his blood with his cock in his mouth.
4.	Devil At The Port 06:38	lyrics	buy track
Oh ain't she cute? So pale and blue... In he embrace I feel like I'm reborn I think I love her But she loves me more Traitors! You gonna die The earth is shaking the walls come crumblng down You didn't see it coming now it's time that you start running The bells are wailing there's chaos on the street your cheap life's at stake as the waves drown the state Traitors! You won't survive Throwin' up bodies for money sacrificed Pollution is over and death is all around All that we built getting lost in the mud Revenge is taken and there's no turning back Oh ain't she cute? So pale and blue... In he embrace I feel like I'm reborn I think I love her But she loves me no more
5.	Haywire 04:03	lyrics	buy track
No way to paint the rage no way to feel what I say You got to feel the flow the heartbeat of the city Full on hate and remorse you cannot even get close Still my jaws make this noise and I thought it couldn't get worse No way to beat me I rule this game My head is held up high I set the streets on fire I'm hearing thundering it's raining stones again One bottle in my hand another in my pocket I strain it, i choke it and then i pray upon it No way to beat me This game is mine Swallowing gallons and then throwin' up poems no joke, no luck no flippin' up coins The consequences start to bang on the door but I don't seem to cope so I sleep on the floor You thought you had it bragged and then retired now you knock on many doors but still ain't get hired You went to sleep weak hoping for a riot you gave it up so now you are stoned and out of market You got to feel the war the war that's on us all you got to kill excuses and make yourself bit useful Fellin' kinda depressed? Not thinkin' bout the rest? Well, you are not unique so shut up and get dressed
6.	Still Against 03:12	lyrics	buy track
Can't talk for the past no more no you cannot stay stuck to the past no more You gotta change if they changed the war the music industry is not what it was before It is no more for the fame and drugs no it is not for the cars and the big rockstars No contracts, labels, clubs It's how music got less dangerous Everything sells as if it's dope if you put piercings on your cock Or if you paint your pubics green no need to fear for censorship They give you sound and you step on stage they give you room to express your rage You say you rebel and they're getting paid Now, do you feel this is ok? You're singin' songs against the cops against the state and against the law But you got bouncers on the door to search my clothes before your show My band, my music tthey won't feed me I'm on the side that's never winning But go ahead, try to beat me no pathetic clowns deceive me You can't be true How do you fight when you go with the flow? Riddle me how you go to war Sendin your kids to the galllow''s pole and still believe you ought to win They give you sound and you step onstage they give you room to express your rage you say you rebel and they're getting paid Now, do you feel this is ok?
7.	Inches Away 04:52	lyrics	buy track
Joint after joint till he reach the point the sun is to rise but he's steady and going A room with no light surrounded by screens wasting his days as he keeps rolling spliffs Abandoned all hope he cannot fit he needs to breath far away from us No, no need to find another way he's gonna stay in his darkness away One wasted life Inches away from us The kids are gone she stays alone she has no keen on her living And he is always gone he won't come home He's out paying to get blown Pills, swallowing pills to make her sleep but she is wide awake And now on kitchen floor puke on her robe wishing for death to come close Two wasted lives Inches away from us They don't need you around You don't have what it takes Use whatever you need Just stay out of their way Destroy the rules the regularity Sickening lives this sick society Only one pace or be left behind They'll leave you to rot if you don't stay tight All those wasted lives Inches away from us
8.	Intro 04:02		buy track

about

Paranoid Fly from Patras, Greece fly away from places where human expression is counted with entrance fees, where bouncers block the door to anyone "not appropriate", away from any good-doers willng to finance us to play our chords.

Instead, we roam around in squats, parks and self-organized dens where band and crowd play as one, where merchandise and showbiz has no place, where the doors are equally open to anyone who respects diversity.

Against music industry, we support the D.I.Y scene and the expression that flows freely inside us with no finance benefits, against the masters and anyone who might want to take advantage from our need for music.

You can download this album, spread it around, do whatever you want with it. Selling it is prohibited, as is playing for commercial/state radios, clubs and bars (alternative or not). Any financial suport you might wanna chip in, will be used for re-burning this album or the next one. (Yeah, it was also burned in 500 cd copies in November 2018 also with a name-your-price policy)

Enjoy!

Recorded-mixed-mastered in self-organized studio Flowers in Concrete
(flowersinconcretestudio.wordpress.com)

Burned from self organized cd collectiv Diskollectiv
(diskollectiv2012.espivblogs.net)