Generation of Waste is the debut album from Control Escape.
1 Back on the Drugs
2 Kenny's Big Adventure
3 Erased
4 Snow (No Angels)
5 Iraq
6 Animals Will Hurt You
7 The Breakdown
8 Luxury
9 Generation of Waste
10 We Went to Ireland
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Tracks 1, 2, 3, 7, & 8 written by Ken Adam (BMI). Tracks 4, 5, 6, 9, & 10 written by Ken Adam & Peapod (BMI). All tracks produced by Ken Adam. Recorded and mixed by Ken Adam at Radon Lab, Freeville, NY. All tracks mastered by Rob Beaton at the Pod, Los Angeles, CA. Copyright 2008 Ken Adam/Weasel Land Records.
BACK ON THE DRUGS:
written by Ken Adam
Big change!
Don't you wish you could?
Get out in the woods
& let the deadlines go
I thought you understood
It ain't like I wanted it
It ain't like I'm good
I’m back on the drugs
I'm back on the drugs again
But I might just as well have chose
to comb out my hair and wear some fancy clothes,
download a ringtone
so I can call up all my friends,
make time to share
But I'm back on the drugs
you turn me on
you turn me off
you turn me on
you turn me off
yeah
Tell me I suck
but I know what feels good
an old pair of socks
a chisel in my belt
The bag in my pocket will
push that all downhill
It ain't like I wanted it
It ain't like I'm good
It ain't like I thought of it
It ain't like I could
I'm just back on the drugs
Drugs.
...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...
you turn me on
you turn me off
you turn me on
you turn me off
KENNY'S BIG ADVENTURE:
written by Ken Adam
Black van screaming north
Keep 'er steady, stay on course
It's probably nothing I'm thinking
as I ride along
It's probably nothing I'm taking
this thing all-wrong
And I was wondering can you help me?
There's something burning that I can't see
Hey, I was wondering can you help me?
From now on I sit in the back
Keep her steady, stay in the black
There's got to be something to drink here besides the bong
I know you like driving but could you just pull off...
...a second?
Hey, I was wondering can you help me?
There's something burning that I can't see
And I was wondering can you help me?
Balance is quickness
Speed is rhythm
Thoughts are hopeless on the open road
If you know something
I know nothing
Just get back on the road
And I was wondering can you help me?
There's something burning that I can't see
Hey, I was wondering can you help me?
ERASED:
written by Ken Adam
give
take
The time it takes
for things to change
is short they say
compared to space
but I can't wait
to take a break
and die someday
in a quiet place
and forget my face
and given name
in the rapture of erased,
in the capture of erased.
give
take
The hopeful scores
of worker bees
toiling in our industries
can only wait
for old mistakes
in brand new ways
to fast erase
this awkward place
a handful made
to pave their way
into history,
permanently.
IRAQ:
written by Ken Adam & Peapod
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq when the bomb goes off
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq when a bomb goes off
on me
Yeah, eff that
Yeah, the suck
'til I get back
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq with a Molotov
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq with a Molotov
on me
Yeah, it's bad
Yeah, fall back
while I attack
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq with an MRE
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq with an MRE
for free
Yeah, eat that
Yeah, Big Mac
when I get back
Solider Joe I know the time
goes slow out on patrol at night
along the streets and roads Iraq
reeling from the last attack
Attack!
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq, Kalashnikov
Sitting in Iraq, just sitting in Iraq
Sitting in Iraq, Kalashnikov
on me
'til I get back
SNOW (NO ANGELS):
written by Ken Adam & Peapod
I’m trying to be excited
but I'm having trouble
'cause you keep looking
at me
that way
And I know
there ain't gonna be any snow
blowing up my dome
tonight
I got a new prescription
it doesn't cost a dime:
stay out of the city
and pay attention to life
That's how I know
there ain't gonna be any snow
blowing in my window
no angels tonight
I've given up my furs
and all precious style
I only buy from China
Mark Andrews New York
And I know
there ain't gonna be any snow
blowing in my window
no angels tonight
I’m trying to be excited
but I'm having trouble
'cause you keep looking
at me
that way
And I know
there ain't gonna be any snow
blowing in my window
no angels tonight
THE BREAKDOWN:
written by Ken Adam
yeah, we like boozing
yeah, we like using
yeah, we like losing, too
Breakdown, I know you’re gonna have another breakdown
I know you’re gonna show another face now
I know you’re gonna take it to the bridge
Hold on to me
and I’ll hold on to you,
we’ll fall in the street under the shoes
Our lives are so vacant, there’s nothing to lose
Tear off the labels and everything’s new
yeah, we like boozing
yeah, we like using
yeah, we like losing, too
Breakdown, I know you’re gonna have another breakdown
I know you’re gonna show another face now
I know you’re gonna take it to the bridge
Hold on to me
and I’ll hold on to you,
we’ll fall in the street under the shoes
Our lives are so vacant, there’s nothing to lose
Tear off the labels and everything’s new
Breakdown
I know you’re gonna have another breakdown
I know you’re gonna show another face now...
LUXURY:
written by Ken Adam
Saving up for nicer things,
you never hoarded private dreams
and always time for some fun
wailing
on the drums
Caught up in that work-a-day
schedules that make you grey
I can’t watch this go on
for too long
without a break
Luxury?
Luxury...
Don’t put that old curse on me
Chris turned thirty yesterday
My favorite place isn’t the same
and I don’t want things to last
just as long
as in the past
But I like the cobwebs in my ears
and I like the cracks that show my years
There’s no way to way to move on
when you’ve been wrong
all along
Luxury?
Luxury...
Don’t put that old curse on me
It makes you happy
It makes you weak
All the wrong things look great to me
Luxury!
Luxury.
Don’t put that old curse on me
GENERATION OF WASTE:
written by Ken Adam & Peapod
generation... generation of waste
you don’t have to die
you don’t have to cry
generation
you’re just a simple guy, a rotten spy
searching for you
that beautiful face, I seen it today
breaking the rules
we shoulder these times
naked and blind
making up quick stories
to try and glorify, glorify, glorify...
population... population cyberspace
heaven or hell
they’re harder to sell
than medication
we take out the trash
we take out the past
generation
generation of waste
we shoulder these times
naked and blind
making up quick stories
to try and glorify, glorify, glorify
our times
ANIMALS WILL HURT YOU:
written by Ken Adam & Peapod
Animals will hurt you
take off all their clothes
make you feel nervous
invite you to their home
where they pretend to serve you
and they pretend to joke
but they just want to lure you
suck up all your glow
they just want to work you
away from what you know
As things go down
they seem to serve you
big island laugh
that used to warm me
lost to packed bags
and all that money
As things go down, things go down
As things go down
Things go down
Animals will hurt you
move in with such grace
let you pet them sideways
open heart-shaped face
kisses in the foyer
kisses on the neck
help us to believe in
a love that loves you back
tell us there’s a reason
we both feel so bad
As things go down
they seem to serve you
big island laugh
that used to warm me
lost to packed bags
and all that money
As things go down, things go down
As things go down
Things go down
WE WENT TO IRELAND:
written by Ken Adam & Peapod
We went to Ireland
We drank the beer
Then we went to Amsterdam
and smoked the weed
weed, weed, weed, weed
Then psilocybin got us excited
The Golden Tulip bloomed up inside us
weed, weed, weed, weed
We sat on the pillows inside the window
We saw some people running with a dildo
The dykes were frozen
so we drank a beer
All the bikes were locked up
so we drank more beer
weed, weed, weed, weed
The streets were red
the rain got our map
We walked in circles
I wouldn't take a cab
speed
The people were lovely
but the drunks were bad
They called us Americans
told us were sad
weed, weed, weed, weed
We got back to the hotel
drew a hot bath
Amsterdam was perfect
and we were in love
sleep, sleep, sleep
We flew back to Ireland
Thank god for that
We met Uncle Martian
He poured us a glass
poitin, poitin, poitin...
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