Adolescent Day

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•  written by J. Carpentier, M. Fernandes & R. Marshall 

It’s almost a full moon in London,
With the sun coming up in L.A.
You’re standing here beside me,
With the clouds turning grey
You can run from yourself
But you can’t run from the rain.
Leave the yellow jacket at home
It’s only water it won’t stain 

It’s an adolescent day. An adolescent day. So could you? Could you? Could you?
Just hurry up and wait. 

Why don’t you smell the roses?
Make a wish in Rome?
Take a trip anywhere in the world
You’ve got no place to call your home 

It’s an adolescent day. An adolescent day. So could you? Could you? Could you? Just hurry up and wait.  

Order your french fries in Paris.
Or a coffee milk in the Ocean State.
It’s a field trip in Vietnam,
and some Napalm….Ain’t that great? 

It’s an adolescent day. An adolescent day. So could you? Could you? Could you?
Just hurry up and wait. 

• written by J. Carpentier & P. Lambert

You ...you pack your suitcase with all your friends. 

It's nuthin...nuthin but a pack of gum and cigarettes.  

Rolling down the window to feel the breeze. 

To make you all feel that you’re all fucking kings and queens

Listening for the radio song that never plays

Blood on your hands and you’re on your way. 

Is it me you’re on? Is it me that gets you high? 

Three more steps ….Three more steps to the edge of this little world 

While you’re holding onto the arm of your little girl.  

Three more lies .Three more lies to the seven deadly sins.  

You’ve got the drive, let’s take a spin 

You can’t shake the taste of raspberry lips. 

You’ve got your poison; take a trip. 

Is it me that you’re on? Is it me that gets you high? 

I am the Bullet in the brain, I am your atmosphere,

I am the sorrow and the pain, I am your atmosphere,

I am the silence and the noise, I am your atmosphere,

I am the violence and the poise, I am your atmosphere,

I am the voice that you hear, I am your atmosphere,

I am the fabric that you tear, I am your atmosphere,

I am the dizziness and dreams, I am your atmosphere,

I am the silence of your screams, I am your atmosphere,

I am it all… ….and when the nightmare descends

• written by J. Carpentier & M. Gendron

Fill the hole with dirt; Fill the void; Fill me up with lies; Fill me up with Freud. 

When you can’t tell right from wrong; you can’t tell night from dawn: What’s going on? 

When you feel you’re all dried out; And you feel you’re all too loud: What’s going on? 

Play the role of queen; play the clown; play the part of whore; Play the whole damn town. 

When you can’t tell right from wrong; you can’t tell night from dawn: What’s going on? 

When you feel you’re all cried out; And you feel we’re all too loud: What’s going on? 

‘Cause I’ve got better things to do. I’ve got better things to do. 

I’ve got better things to do. I’ve got better things to do. 

Wipe the tears away, wipe the blade. Wipe your sorry ass, wipe that smile off your face.

‘Cause I’ve got better things to do. I’ve got better things to do. 

• written by  J. Carpentier

Your eyes are talkin’; your mouth is watchin’;

Your body’s crawlin’ and duty’s callin’…Come on! Come on!

It’s the color. In a new form of art. It’s the color. Bleeding from a non-existent heart.

Mascara’s runnin’; It ain’t nothin’. Pick up the pieces of your morning (mourning).

It’s the color. In a new form of art. It’s the color. Bleeding from a non-existent heart.

Eyes adoring. Your eyes are pouring. I make the point but you’re scoring. Come on!

It’s the color. In a new form of art. It’s the color. Bleeding from a non-existent heart.

Bleeding from a non-existent heart. Bleeding from a non-existent heart. Bleeding from a non-existent heart.

• written by  J. Carpentier, B. Mehlenbacher, H. Rose, C. Sowersby, and J. Windle  

Bloody mistakes are finding their way
To the house of death and decay
Watching over you with a fine-toothed smile
You know it’s really been awhile

I’ve been watching the inside of my eyes…I’ve been watching all of your lies.
I’ve been looking for a way to spend my time. I’ve been looking for awhile. 

Bloody mistakes are never few
Bloody mistakes are never far between
I'd like to tell you what it takes to make it all go away, but there are things you can't undo
Bloody mistakes are all I’ve seen 

Bloody mistakes are finding their way
So you can kill off all of your pain
Staying at the hotel of self-doubt
So you can go ahead and check out 

I’ve been listening for the sound of your pain. I’ve been listening in vain.
I’ve been holding on for a way to spend my time...holding onto pride. 

Bloody mistakes are never few

Bloody mistakes are never far between

I'd like to tell you what it takes to make it all go away, but there are things you can't undo 

Bloody mistakes are all I’ve seen  

On my life....I swear, you can take me back
Against my will again.
And it won’t take away your eloquence. 

Bloody mistakes are finding their way
To your sins and your souls, anyway

Since they’ve felt the depth & the weight

it’s just another side of your hate

Bloody mistakes are never few

Bloody mistakes are never far between

I'd like to tell you what it takes to make it all go away, but there are things you can't undo 

Bloody mistakes are all I’ve seen 

• written by  J. Carpentier & D. Lyne

Someone told me not to breathe
Someone sold me your disease
Someone beat me like a drum
Someone told me not to come 

Someone put a bullet in my head
My lights are flashing green to red
I’ve never felt so underfed
Someone put a bullet in my head

Someone told me not to fold
Someone sold me your black soul
Someone beat me half to death
Someone told me not to waste my breath 

I can’t rely, can't rely on breaking down
Every time, every time that you’re around 

Someone put a bullet in my head
My lights are flashing green to red
I’ve never felt so underfed
Someone put a bullet in my head 

• written by  J. Carpentier, M. Fernandes, and R. Marshall

I don’t think you’re quite as crazy ….As you used to be.
I don’t have the time to find out…What it is you see. 

Cause I’m walking down a street of broken mirrors
In a city of distorted dreams 

I feel young, I feel wasted, I feel so inconsequential
I feel sun, I feel moon, I feel those…those celestial
Bodies…burning through my veins 

I see through the poor reflection…When I look into your eyes

I see through the pain and sadness….Addictive Suicide 

Cause I’m floating in a world of cracked Atlantis
Drowning in my pride 

And I feel numb, I feel wasted, I feel so inconsequential
I feel sun, I feel moon, I feel those…those celestial
Bodies…burning through my veins 

I read the news in the paper
I read it as I fall asleep
I don’t have the time to watch you
Dying on TV 

• written by  J. Carpentier 

It’s the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning as I sit around and wonder what you’re thinking.
I only sleep at night so I can listen to your dreams and we can find a way to shut off all the screaming. 

Don’t wanna bleed for anybody 

Don’t wanna need anybody

Tell me again I’m somebody. Somebody 

Listen to the silence like you’d listen to the rain. Listen to your martyrs to keep yourself sane.
Innocence is ripe. Innocence is regal. Innocence is sin and Innocence is barely legal.  

Don’t wanna bleed for anybody 

Don’t wanna need anybody

Tell me again I’m somebody. Somebody....so I can …

Make you cry.  

• written by  J. Carpentier  & M. Gendron

With every night and every overdose, you’re no stranger to love…

No stranger to the ones who hold you close
With every night and all the alcohol, Everyone…everyone is disposable 

With every night, when you’re comatose…there’s no strings to the ones that drive you home

No strings when you’re alone….it’s all you know…it’s all you’ve ever known

So I’m waiting for the day, waiting for the day, waiting for the day you fall in into my hole 

• written by  J. Carpentier , M. Fernandes, and R. Marshall

 Outrageous conduct…This living room isn’t living room, at all.
It’s such a bother…When you’re consumed to see the legacy as the fall. 

You reach for contact…But the facility, won’t take your pathetic call.
Refuse the father…When you made a promise at the infancy of standing tall. 

You’re the guest of honor …At this white trash wedding
Take off your coat, and stay awhile.
You’re the guest of honor…In this 12-man setting
Take a seat….And stand your trial. 

An Epiphany…A new beginning, to throw a tantrum for being the chosen one
Fed from the cradle, hope’s not a burden...it’s the only thing that keeps us on the run. 

You’re the guest of honor …At this white trash wedding
Take off your coat, and stay awhile.
You’re the guest of honor…In this 12-man setting
Take a seat….And stand your trial. 

You’re the guest of honor …At this white trash wedding
Take a seat….And stand your trial.

Why don’t you claim your throne…it’s all in style

Put on your smile, put on your face.
Now it’s all legal: You’re a disgrace.
Repeat the history, repeat mistakes,
Repeat the misery, repeat the hate. 

You’re the guest of honor …At this white trash wedding
Take off your coat, and stay awhile.
You’re the guest of honor…In this 12-man setting
Take a seat….And stand your trial. 

You’re the guest of honor …At this white trash wedding
Take a seat….And stand your trial.

Why don’t you claim your throne…it’s all in style 

Little girl falls into herself and there ain’t no way to reach her,
I might be the king of deceit, but she’s my teacher. 

• written by  J. Carpentier & D. Lyne 

Crossed…by stars…you can’t deny
Missed…by hairs…in someone’s eyes
Ground…by fate…and hazy skies
Ask yourself the reasons why 

Can’t you be…just like me? 

At…your hands…take the task
Throw…what’s real…in the trash
Hide…deceit…with your mask
Tell…the truth…but don’t ask (why) 

Can’t you be…just like me? 

Exist…in the wake…of your lies
She feels…the pain…of your cries
I’m…the one…that you despise
But ask…yourself…the reason why… 

Can’t you be…just like me? 

• written by  J. Carpentier 

How many songs before it gets too long? How many shots before it’s hit or miss?
How many times before you reach the end? How many times will it come to this?
It feels like the first time. It feels like the last one, too.
How do you think you’re gonna feel, when your three becomes the two? 

I’m running away with a feeling. Oh, no, no, no. I’m running away with a feeling. 

When we tune into your station, you’re gonna sing a different tune.
We’ll make your life a complication, from nine-fifteen ‘til afternoon.
You can’t nap forever; can’t sleep your whole life away.
Your feelings ain’t no drama, they’re just bad comedy. 

I’m running away with a feeling. Oh, no, no, no. I’m running away with a feeling.

Could you read my mind???? 

If I’m soaking up the pleasure, then I’m soaking up the pain.
I’m soaking in the water if I’m soaking in my fame.
Drinking from the fountain, drinking from the glass,
I’m drinking out of yesterdays, I guess I’m drinking from the past. 

• written by  J. Carpentier 

 You can walk around with the guilt and you can walk around with the shame.
You can walk around like you don’t even know my name.
You can walk around standing tall and you can walk past yesterday.
And when you hold my hand you may as well just turn away. 

‘Cause everything we do together, just tears us apart
Everything we do together tears us apart. 

You can cry out in the dark and you can cry out in your sleep.
You can cry all night, you can cry all week.
You can try to feel inside and you can try to feel my pain.
You can try to understand but you know you’ll feel the same. 

Everything we do together, tears us apart. Everything we do together tears us apart.
I tried to tell you, “you’re not too smart”, I tried to save/break your stupid heart.
Everything we do together, tears us apart. Everything we do together tears us apart. 

• written by  J. Carpentier, M. Fernandes, and R. Marshall

Roasting alive…in the corner of my eye,
And as I fly, through this fire in Hell.
I’m surprised…we’ve come so far…You and I,
We just divide, and it’s just as well. 

Just getting by…and (just) scraping away…
What can I say… to your empty shell?
Always a lie…Always just for the day…
to feel that way; and how far you fell.

 

You can swear, swear up and down when there’s nobody there.
‘cause I’m old enough, old enough to hate you, but I'm just too young to care.
(alt: I’m young enough to hate you, but just too old to care.) 

If you think that I’m trying to heal the wounds,
Then you must think I just got out of the womb.
You’ve got no conscience, you’ve got no soul,
You don’t have me, you’ve just got a gaping hole. 

• written by J. Carpentier & S. Walsh

4K flyin’…broad horizon

A ballof energy…the possibility

Bolt of lightnin’…there’s no denyin’

The live stream…it’s widescreen

Show-stop timing…push-button frightening

Consuming freak…right in front of me

Sound defying…colors colliding

A power dream…it’s widescreen

You never do what you say, you never say what you mean, 

You never do what you can, to stay clean

do what you say, you never say what you mean,

I guess that we’ll see how weak you are in widescreen

Stuck in the zone, now…I’m in the show, now

Colors inside of me…4K Freak. Widescreen.

Show-stop timing…Colors colliding

A power dream. A bolt of lightning. Widescreen.

• written by J. Carpentier & D. McDermott

Take a look around. I’ve got no place to go.
You can chalk it up but it ain’t set in stone.

I’m not gonna tell anybody, where you’ve been or where you’re going.
‘Cause I know you’re doing fine…without.

Love the way you move me…when the music breaks the glass.
You’re talking like a movie when the climax comes too fast.

I’m not gonna tell anybody, where you’ve been or where you’re going
‘Cause I know you’re doing fine…without. 

Read (Red) into my mind. 

Blew (Blue) right in the face.
You’re so fucking green with envy 

you couldn’t be more out of place.