Never Break Down

by The Eskalators

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released 01 April 2008
Recorded: April, 2008
Recorded & Mixed by: Peter
Lyrics by: Eric
Music by: Eric, Peter, Alex, Chris, Guia, Dan, Wen-Jay, Melissa, Amanda, Ben, Mark, Davide, and Janelle

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tags: pop drunk-pop-ska-orchestra Brooklyn

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Track Name: Handjobs?
of course we've all got habits
but we've also got traditions
and most of us have given up
the sweet false taste of sedition

of course we see the bridge burning
but most of us would rather stay
admiring the fires reflection in the water
cause we can't find one damn thing to say

and I've been finding out
there are things I never thought I could do
thought things about myself that weren't true
and someone's got to shout
that I am going down with you
yes I am going down with you

and of course we've all seen monsters
some bound in bottles some jammed up in jars
but if anyone tries to say they're not crazy
then they're not gonna get very far

of course we all love climbing buildings
digging our fingers into the concrete
and if I knew what I was instilling
I could crawl somewhere close to complete

and I've been finding out
there are things I never thought I could do
thought things about myself that weren't true
and someone's got to shout
that I am going down with you
yes I am going down with you

Intimations lead to Intimidations
Escalations feel like Masturbation
so I must learn to be patient
Track Name: Empty Lot Flowers
Empty lot flowers are blooming
purple trumpets and white spots soothing
but I've got to keep my feet moving
or I'll be face down on the street swooning

Because I love dirt
I love kicking broken bottles through the city
and if I get hurt
then I wont' need all that respect you gave me
but I won't stay safe
refuse to learn from my mistakes
and if my words quake
then I'll just kick my life right in the fucking face

i wish to sleep underneath those wet weeds
I would defeat any thief who could catch me
when my eyelids kiss
I'll be lost like this
until the police come to get me.

Because I love dirt
I love kicking broken bottles through the city
and if I get hurt
then I wont' need all that respect you gave me
but I won't stay safe
refuse to learn from my mistakes
and if my words quake
then I'll just kick my life right in the fucking face
Track Name: Chicken Lollipop
I used to look long through the woods
Craning my eyes to cross the highway
I imagined they were infinite
And once you start walking you’ll never get anywhere else

Now my eyes are catching glimpses
Of endless brick envelopments
They’re all equally infinite
And still you keep walking and never get anywhere else

This is so much harder than I thought it was!

White birch knuckles crack
The sand that you’re searchin is under attack
And even if you bend those fingers back
There is still no holding on

Now I’ve got two pairs of eyes
Secretly searching for what we don’t hope to find
And we don’t need the infinite
Cause now that we’re walking we don’t want to get anywhere

This is so much harder than I thought it was!

White birch knuckles crack
The sand that you’re searchin is under attack
And even if you bend those fingers back
There is still no holding on
Track Name: Bodegoba System
BODEGOBA SYSTEM

All the time you're runnin when really you should be dancin
All the time you're talkin when really you should shut up

So let's all go to the bodega
and pick out a nice fluorescent Flav-O-Ice
Maybe a 22 or Garcia Vega
A double dutch can stop you thinkin twice

Hey wait a minute shouldn't I feel guilty?
for drinking away what was built for me
riding this wave of neighborhood change
and all the blood that's been spilled for me

So let's all go to the bodega
and pick up a cheap 12 pack of PBR
we can drink away false sorrows
and forget about just how lucky we are

Hey wait a minute shouldn't I feel guilty?
for drinking away what was built for me
riding this wave of neighborhood change
and all the blood that's been spilled for me

All the time you're runnin when really you should be dancin
All the time you're talkin when really you should shut up