Paroles

Quantity is Job 1 EP-
1998 (5 Minute Walk)

Tracks:
1. My Evil Plan to Save the World
2. All That Is Good
3. Dandelions
4. One Girl Army
5. Sweet Talkin' Woman
6. When I Go Out
7. Get Your Riot Gear
8. The Untimely Death of Brad

Hidden Tracks:
Pants Rock Opera

All That Is Good

Where does the misunderstanding come from,

Demanding that we be outstanding and then some?

Perfection never was a requirement although some may say

So then for times when things get old I might get cynical

I see that I don't see.

In honesty there's room for improvement

thoughts may change the, the truth be told,

A closed mind will leave you empty

Use your mind to use your soul.

Alert the press, Their dogmas are a mess

Opinions shift, a broken sift, an empty hand.

and billboards ask, "were do they stand."

Do all streams lead to one sea?

Logically there's room for all questions.

Though the answers aren't all known.

Objectivity's the myth of plenty,

Who doubt his truth within their soul.

In a field of yellow flowers, underneath the sun,

bluest eyes that spark with lightning, boy with shoes undone.

He's young, so full of hope reveling in tiny dreams,

filling up his arms with flowers right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright, while cradling his prize.

A flickering of yellow light within his mothers eyes

She holds them to her heart keeping them where they'll be safe,

clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase.

she sees love where anyone else would see weed

all hope is found here is every thing he needs

Fathomless you endless mercy

weight I could not lift.

Where do I fit in this puzzle what good are these gifts?

Not a martyr nor a saint scarcely can I struggle through

all that I have ever wanted, Was I give my best to you.

Lord, search my heart, create in me something clean,

Dandelions, You see flowers in these weeds

Gently lifting hands to heaven,

A Father sings over his children,

Loving them so very much.

More than words could warrant.

Deeper than the darkest blue,

More than sacrifice could merit,

Lord I give my heart to you

Here lies the old myth, breaking the mold with,

truth can take away the trickery.

Twenty centuries of progress,

suffer slowly as we regress,

losing headway to ourselves.

Behold the covers, the sisters,

the mothers, the daughters,

the spouses, on the magazines.

Truth has been abused.

How could she fill those shoes?

Propaganda meant to fuel their schemes

She is strong but never silent sure of where

her truth/strength comes from.

One day, One Girl Army will over come.

Treading the current, issues at hand,

shifting we sway from justice and then back again.

What we have broke he has made right,

lifting her up, giving birth to Jesus Christ

Sweet Talkin' Woman

Where did you go?

I was searching, searching.

On a one way street.

I was hoping for a chance to meet,

I was waiting for the operator on the line.

She's gone so long.

What can I do? Where can she be?

Don't know what I'm gonna do,

I gotta get back to you

(you gotta) Slow down, slow down,

sweet talkin' woman slow down.

You got me runnin' run, run,

You got me searchin',

Hold on, hold on,

Sweet Talking Lola hold on,

So sad if that's the way its over.

I was Workin'. many days go by.

I was thinkin about the lonely night

Communications break down all around.

She's gone so long.

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

I gotta get back to you.

I've been living,

On a dead end street

I've been asking,

Everybody I meet.

Insufficient data coming through.

She's gone so long.

What could I do? Where could she be?

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

I gotta get back to you.

WHEN I GO OUT I PLAY IN THE STREET
I GET HIT BY CARS I MAKE MASHED POTATOES I GET HIT BY CARS

Get Your Riot Gear

Something's stirring in the air, a victory?

A time bomb ticking to explode, three, two, one and go.

something passive, something not.

Billy clubs out. Call the S.W.A.T.

Rabid Dogs with out a leash, is this how you keep the peace?

You want riots? wear your riot gear.

You want violence? Then shoot some tear gas in air.

It its written on your badge, to serve and protect.

It seems you only serve your self protecting your own neck.

Controlling with fear, menacing and threatening.

You wanted my respect you better start respecting me.

Go and get you riot gear, swing your girlie all around.

We'll be dancing on the cinders as the town is burning down.

Swing her around. Burn it all down.

Something smelled of power tripping

Crowd control was rank

Tear gas everyone down town what you did really stank.

Legislation, never made you judge and jury
Marshal law now, beat the kids down with no worries

The Untimely Death of Brad

Here is a tale, its spoken word-for-word.

It may be abominable, but yes, it must be told

Nauseating at first, you can expect to worst.

So listen closely, as the plot unfolds....

I might stretch the truth, maybe a little lie.

There was a boy named Brad, he played trumpet and he died.

Too young for him to cease, why? we haven't got a clue.

It's on the internet so then it must be true.

The untimely death of Brad,

How sad it must have been.

If you see him anywhere, remember to console him.

I cure the day, I ever met the boy.

Only the good die young to say.

The details of his death are vague,

Unbelievable is seems, as if his passing was only a dream.

Catastrophe, calamity

What will we tell his mother now?

Cataclysmic, a tragic mishap,

I just heard that their band is breaking up.

I hear his trumpet, his voice rings in my ear

It sometimes seems he's standing very near.

I don't believe in ghosts, I've never seen one.

But isn't his trumpet playing haunting on this album

A day that lives in infamy,

In horror we behold.

His passing, his memory.

But the truth must be told

I, I love my pantaloons they fit me oh so tight
they make me smile with delight
do you like five iron frenzy singing bout the pants
it's kind of silly brings on romance
thank you for this little listen

I'll never forget when I saw you stand there wearing pants
you were all alone
and I thought to my self "man I wish I had those pants"
but the problem was, those weren't my pants
I don't know who's pants they are
but I want em
I only know that I want em
so why don't you come over here and rock baby
oh hold on to me tight baby oh yeah
and keep wearing those pants cause I love you

These are not my pants
I don't know whose they are
the smell a lot like Bobby's, cause he likes to fart
these are not my pants
how did they get in here
now I'm filling up with fear
cause these are not my pants
thank you I'll be at the grand ol' opery tonight

these are not my pants
whose pants are these anyway?
these are not my pants
whose pants are these anyway?
are these Bobby's or Timmy's or Billy's pants
noooo these are not my pants
are you listening...to what I say?

pants I got my pants now
I got my pants on and I'm chilling
they aren't my pants these are not my pants
that's what I got to say I ain't wearing no pants
I got Billy, Bobby, Jerry, Philly, illy, oo chilly
mm pants oo itty bit of oo
ah my pants whose pants are these?
they're not my pants they're not your pants
they' re not Billy's pants or Bobby's or Timmy's
what's going on? whose pants
ooo we'll break out my pants now
that's what I'm trying to say
that's what I'm trying to say
oh don't step this way cause I got my pants oh yeah

come on people now
this is the time to unite over the revolution of the pants
right now is the time
now who holds the pants
and who's are these pants
will we ever find the homes for the pants?
come on now unite under the revolution of the pants
yes right now

these are not my pants
these are not my pants
these are not my pants
bobby bobby bobby's pants
these are not my pants

check one check
yo bobby and Billy you out there what's up?
yo me and bobby we was walking down the (beep)
yeah we didn't have nothing to (beep)
we had our pants on but yo these ain't not my pants
ah get em off now um tight oh they so tight (beeps)
ouch ooy ooy ee um Billy Timmy
um hello there yeah cause we in the street
talking about the Bobby's and the Billy's out there
and they tight pants on you got to loosen those things loosen em up
you know what I'm saying
well that what's up yeah what's up yeah what's up this is Bobby and Billy what's up
oh yeah what's up (lots of beeps through out)

All songs written by Reese Roper, Scott Kerr, Dennis Culp, Micah Ortega, Leanor Ortega, Keith Hoerig, Nathanael Dunham and Andrew Verdechhio
�1998 5 Minute Walk Music (ASCAP) except "Sweet Talkin' Woman"
written by Jeff Lynne �1977 Jet Music, Inc./United Artist Music, Ltd. (BMI).
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