Smoke Signals

by Question The Mark

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Give it up tonight, We're coming back for you, Despite these situations, We're battling through. When this city shines so bright (Shines so bright). Dreaming in the awe of electric light. See yourself on top of mountains, So far away, From depths of the city-scape and as we procreate, The city stains. City's in our sights and we're looking back for once, Spite the corporations, We're hanging in tough and the city rusts tonight (Rusts tonight). Decaying in the lens of a thousand sights. See the fear spread through the valley, Fear and hate of this national rape (Question everything). The grounds beneath us shakes, And the chains will break, Break the chains of this land of song, It won't take too long, Music's got us confused, Don't know where we belong, Break the chains off this land of Wrong.
Sweat Starts, Colour drains from head to toe, Ripping from down below. Can't sleep, Dark's a thing I'm getting to know, It's not disease. Total lack of credit control, Sweat starts and my colour's draining down below. I can't win, Money is the root of all things, Evil is the hatred it brings and it makes no sense to me, I can't win, Can't afford to buy anything, More I work the less that I'll bring, and it makes no sense to me. We need some, we get some, we need some more control. It's ours, we earned it, we ought to get it all. Working so hard, never gonna get it, We're the ones who work, the banks the one that gets it, Until the minus takes it all. True value and we'll never get it all.
The Reason 04:20
Can't wait to leave this home, Tearing up darkened roads, Giving ourselves to these places we don't know, Into the great unknown, Smoke trails as we hit the road, got what we wanted now that this feels like home. We get by and we'll always try, Living our lives for these after shows, Fists in the air to the songs we know, Whisky bottle in tow, We'll all be friends in an hour or so. Nothing left of this town called home, Time to move on before it takes a hold with depression and woe. So out to the unknown, Fuck this place, this ain't no home and which way to the positive road. We're nearly done and it takes a hold and gigs, they come around like fucking seasons, and we get so damn dependent we lack the reasons.
Bottoms Up! 02:42
You know what I got? I've got these fucked up thoughts in a memory box, You know what I got? I've got a fist full of nothing, that's not a lot. It may be over, but it's not forgotten, I hit the whiskey, you hit the bottom. This party never stops, got this devil on my shoulder and we drink a lot, I've got hopes and dreams, I've got my eyes wide open and a whole world to see. It may be over, but it's not forgotten, I hit the whiskey, you hit the bottom. Tried to think, my brain was rotten, Got to get back things I've forgotten. Got these fucked up thoughts in a memory box, Got this devil on my shoulder and we drink a lot and, I hit the whiskey, you hit the bottom. Tried to think, my brain was rotten. It's all over, It's not forgotten.
W.t.H.i.H.N? 03:46
This whole thing's fucked, this whole thing's anything, this whole thing's anything but blown apart, This whole thing's fake, this whole thing's everything, everything that means nothing. This whole thing's fucked and it makes us miserable, miserable at stupidity. This whole thing's grown, grown tired and out of control, Scientifically fictional, Let it all out, and we've listened to your ramblings, we've got a question if you're listening, this one's from the Earthlings; The evolutionary offering and this one needs answering. If God can save our souls, where the Hell is he now? and this fictional story needs no more fucking glory, time to settle the doubts, come on over you cowardly motherfucker, it's time to battle it out. It may seem repetitive but we ain't been answered yet, So let it all out! If God can save our souls, where the Hell is he now?
Holy Ship! 07:09
Questionable riots on your TV sets, In your newspapers, Live broadcasted by hypocrites, With the lies they've been printing, Lets all hope the future's beginning, It's gonna be damn impossible. Grab a boat, Our time's expired, Remember the people you put in charge? They were crooks and liars. We've been sold down the river. Let's all hope the future delivers. Gonna be damn impossible and we get what we're given, Get what we're give but it's not enough. Sold down the river, Sold down the river and it's not enough. It's never going to be enough. Abandon ship, This boat's on fire, Those motherfuckers in suits, have sold us off down the river.


released July 23, 2012

Written and Performed by Question the Mark.
Produced by Dai & Dasher
Recorded at Jamtown Recording Studio, April 2012
Bonus track engineered by Jamie Lee Warlow, March 2012
Published by Sentric Music.

Released / Licenced by Team Beard Records in the UK..



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A gruff whiskey soaked gravel voiced melodic punk band from Wales.

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