thee psycho fox

Searching for the answer’s a lonely quest
but the act is liable to bring out your best.
And then finally there’s someone to believe.
And now you have a purpose to perceive.
And you find out the baggage that you discarded,
you didn’t even need.

—

(Quelle: badreligion.com)

Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door.
If you nourish them and water them they’ll grow into a healthy “what for?”
And if revolution isn’t what’s in store, how can you care anymore?

—Greg Graffin

formerlyhotforphysics:

Bad Religion - Cyanide

It really took me a while to warm up to this album, but now I listen to it almost every night.

(Quelle: hotforphysics, via badfuckingreligion)

petrarka:

when a man gets down on his knees to pray you know he’ll find what he is able but chances are he’ll find it either way

Wow! This video is great! o.o

(Quelle: lost-pilgrim)

Well, I wish I could tell you it was easy, take the paved road right to paradise, but the truth is my friends, the pain and suffering never ends. Make amends with medicine, amnesia and lies.

—Avalon, Bad Religion (via shattered-faith)

(Quelle: kids0ftheblackhole)

delirium-of-disorder:

Bad Religion - Avalon

As the sun comes creeping up the mountain
and the wind blows over from the sea.
Hey, we’re brought into this land like tiny particles of sand,
unsure of who we’re smarter than, or what we’re meant to be.

As the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
and collect like victims in the bowl,
the ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains,
while tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul.

And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is old and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,
just take the paved road right to paradise.
But the truth is my friends,
the pain and suffering never ends,
make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies.

All the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
and they pound like boulders on the brain.
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame.

And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is old and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is dead and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

So now the day races from the twilight.
How the fields are enveloped by the shade.
And the story that you’ll tell, inventory of your well,
crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed.

And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is dead and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

It’s best to hurry on and find your Avalon.

(via delirium-of-disorder-deactivate)

internomad:

Only Rain - Bad Religion

“Hey scientist, please save us
From our rainy days
Because the counterpart in the magic art
Is manufacturing judgement day”

(via earwormtoday-deactivated2012081)

I Won’t Say Anything

He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
So I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
Don’t you know us animals need something to do
Then I flew
That’s when he said

Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Unless you ask it right

So I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
Some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
And I said ain’t it funny that machines need a ghost
He made a toast

Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Unless you ask it right

Riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
And I said so you’re short but are you brutish and mean
Then he screamed
That’s when he said

Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Hey, I can’t deny it, but I won’t say anything
Unless you ask it right.

delirium-of-disorder:

Bad Religion - Avalon

As the sun comes creeping up the mountain
and the wind blows over from the sea.
Hey, we’re brought into this land like tiny particles of sand,
unsure of who we’re smarter than, or what we’re meant to be.
As the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
and collect like victims in the bowl.
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains.
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul.

And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is old and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,
just take the paved road right to paradise.
But the truth is my friends, the pain and suffering never ends.
Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies.
All the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
and they pound like boulders on the brain.
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame.

And it’s no … it’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is old and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is dead and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

So now the day races from the twilight.
How the fields are enveloped by the shade.
And the story that you’ll tell, inventory of your well,
crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed.

And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong.
The past is dead and gone.
It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.

It’s best to hurry on and find your Avalon.

(via delirium-of-disorder-deactivate)

Meeting Of The Minds || Bad Religion

This song is one of the masterpieces of The Dissent Of Man and it goes to Emma (kids0ftheblackhole) because I can’t listen to it without remembering her. Happy birthday, Emma! (　＾∇＾)