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Octa Lyrics from the liner notes. (long)



Sorry for posting twice in one day, but One's a bit long, etc.
Here's everything corrected from the extremely small and dark LP liner notes,
so if it looks wrong to you, it t'ain't my fault.  For those who were asking,
the LP extras were lyrics, and a slightly different version of the cover
photo. 
Anyway, without further ado, Here are all the lyrics that everyone already
has memorized. 
If you put this on yr webpage, cross post it, whatever, please leave Our
names on it in some form.
Thank you.
Adam Kempa (Adamweezer\!/aol.com), 
Chris Kempa (Satan\!/Little.Brother.com)

The Good In Everyone
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First off, here's what you'll do to me.
You'll get rough, attack my self esteem.
It's not much, but it's the best I've got.
And I thought you saw the good in everyone.

Oooooohhhhh...
The good in everyone,
You see the good in everyone
Oooooohhhhh...
the good in everyone.

I close my eyes, I can't give it up.
I close my mind, I can't get enough.
I'm in no shape, I gotta turn it off.
Just let it play, 'The Good In Everyone'.

Oooooohhhhh...
The good in everyone,
You see the good in everyone
Oooooohhhhh...
the good in everyone.


Nothing Left to Make Me Want to Stay
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There are those who live their life
As if there is no other so, they
burn their bridges but they couldn't
Care any less.
Comes a time that catches up
they pay no matter,
Pack their bags,
And take off to another place to start
from scratch.
They never get attached.
Growing up was wall-to-wall excitement
But I don't recall another who could
Understand at all.
And I didn't try to find what I just had to fall(?)
	(The lyrics say: "And I never tried to make them, I just let them 
	fall" but it doesn't match up at all. Wow! I'm a poet and I don't even Know
it.)
It's alright I've had it up to here with everyone and so I'll say...
that there's nothing left to make me want to stay
There are those that who live their life
Afraid of consequences so they learn to sit on fences
and they can't step on toes.
My heart goes out to those.
They're right under my nose.
Growing up was pretty dull,
I often Times exaggerate
The ones I hate that I
Could never save.
And I realize of course that there will come a date,
That I will say...
That there's nothing left to make me want to stay,
But I can never go away.
That there's nothing left to make me want to stay,
And I will never go away.
And there's nothing left to make me want to stay,


Autobiogrophy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm writing "young and gifted",
In my autobiogrophy,
I figured, who would know,
Better than me?
I'm certainly the former,
But I'm *not* so much the latter,
But noone's gonna read it,
So I'm sure it doesn't matter.
When you find that you're the former,
Take pride in how you form.
When you find that you're the ladder,
Don't let those people walk under you-ooh.
	(Lyrics say: "Make sure that people don't walk under you".)
I'm writing "sharp and adult",
With my finger on the steam,
On the mirror in my bathroom,
And I'm applying shaving cream.
Which would suggest that I'm the foamer
But how *can* I be the lather,
And something tells me,
It's the opposite I'd rather.
When you find that you're the foamer,
Be careful what you foam.
When you find that you're the lather,
Don't shave too high,
You'll regret it later,
La...La La La...La La La La
La...La La La...La La La La
I've stayed in school this long
But still no one will tell me why,
They figured who would know,
Better than I?
I know I'm a conformer,
But I'm *sure* it doesn't matter,
My new friends are all adults,
And my old friends all have scattered.
When you find you're a conformer,
Take pride and swallow whole.
If you're trying to climb the ladder,
Don't let people walk over you.
Because that's just what they'll do.
Don't let people walk over you.
Because that's just what they'll do.


Junior Panthers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You touched my hand.
I'm not a fan.
You held a dance in your basement.
The mirror-ball,
The horse's stall.
There was no arrangement.
You're so thin,
Where've you been
I never got the chance to tell you,
Yes or No,
I let it go, too long
alright.
Ohhhhh...
Out and about with the Junior Panthers.
And now I'm riding on the back.
Looking over your shoulder,
so you'll know I'm there.
I forgot to signal right,
Now I'm running the red light.
What about your sister, I often miss her...
But I see her more than you.
Now I see you.
I don't see you at all in the mirror ball.
Ohhhhh...

G turns to D
~~~~~~~~~~~~
These songs are all about you,
And I'm tellin' everyone I'm doin' fine without you.
I've hurt you but I helped you.
You may think I've a lot of nerve, But I deserve,
Some credit...
Or at least an edit..
Take out the part that breaks my heart,
that makes me sound uncaring.
If you'd eliminate the swearing
then I could show my mother
that you can go from one chord to another,
G...will turn to D... You'll turn to me...
And you'll say, you have done me wrong,
I wrote these songs about it.
She's aware it's all been done before.
It's another song in this key,
Yeah but this one's about me.
That all the validity she needs.
Her criticism's brutal,
But I don't really mind.
She's put it out on Vinyl,
But it's pretty hard to find, 
But you'll hear...
G will turn to D... you'll turn to me... 
and you'll say, You have done me wrong.
I wrote these songs about it
I wish I'd never taught her, how to play
I knew she'd get Me I should have known,
Now her hands are on the fretboard in an unfamiliar way,
And it's tellin' me...
She's aware it's all been done before.
It's another song in this key,
Yeah but this one's about me.
I May not wanna hear the words to
G..when put with D..
But if you Take what you're shown,
Learn on your own,
Then everything you do...
Belongs to you,
But know that you,
Are on your own... (repeat many a time)


A-Side Wins
~~~~~~~~~~~
Where is my camera?
This picture denies all my ties
To this side of the road.
And maybe in Florida
I'd hold up myself for the keys
to the cramp in your style.
I raise my glass to the cut and dry,
To the amplified.
I raise my glass to the B-side.
I, I live through everything,
'Cause I'm overdressed,
Yeah overdressed when put to a test...
(Right channel only: "What does...blah blah")
If news
of every inch of you were sold by Friday,
in my way, I'd spread your wealth,
and drink up to your health.
I raise my glass to the cut and dry,
To the amplified.
I raise my glass to the B-side.


Everything You've Done Wrong
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do your time,
To pay the price
for every thing you've done wrong baby.
In your life, you get so High,
there's nowhere left to go but down.
Don't believe,
That noone cares,
'Cause we're here waiting for you, baby.
Do your time,
And then come home for good.
So don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
If you ever feel in doubt,
You have a place in my heart, baby.
If I ever feel left out,
I know I've got a place in your's
Don't believe, that I wouldn't dare,
To go and take you right back, Baby.
Do your time,
And then come home for good.
So don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
Do your time,
To pay the price
for every thing you've done wrong baby.
In your life, you get so High,
there's nowhere left to go but down.
Don't believe,
That noone cares,
'Cause we're here waiting for you, baby.
Do your time,
And then come home for good.
Do your time,
And then come home for good.
Do your time,
And then come home for good.


Anyone Who's Anyone
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Things can happen if we stay...

I missed my chance,
but I think I'm gonna get another.
Assume a stance, 
that'll take you this long to recover.

(check out the neat meanings of the chorus when seen in print. Chris needs to
be shot Before he becomes too clever and explodes.)
Everyone has played apart,
But all together now.
Everyone who's played a part,
should stand and take a bow.
Anyone who's anyone,
should be here today.

Let's lose this crowd, 
anyone who's anyone's invited.
We were all loud,
Maybe on our own but when united.
we're insular.
wherein cooler,
Things can happen if we stay...

Everyone has played apart,
But all together now.
Everyone who's played a part,
should stand and take a bow.
Anyone who's anyone,
should be here today.


The Lines you Amend
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You said you found a way to end it peacefully,
I remember finding your shoes near the lake under a tree,
And I'm sittin' on the shore,
I thought I saw your charm float by.
It doesn't matter now,
'cause all you wanted to do was die.

If only you'd stuck around.
I never would've made a sound.
But now you're on the Ocean floor,
And I've opened a brand new door.

Swimming out to sea,
trying to find something else,
But I'm skipping stones,
and I'm listening to the shells. 
And I won't forget you,
if someone else comes along.

I found the words you wrote,
But I would not dare to quote,
My friend, the lines you amend.
Like "what's so bad about, dying anyways?".

Swimming out to sea,
trying to find something else,
But I'm skipping stones,
and I'm listening to the shells. 
And I won't forget you,
if someone else comes along.
You'll always come to mind,
whenever I hear that song.

The one about photographs,
Sung by Ringo Starr.
Especially in the chorus part,
You always said "Now, don't you start."

Take the Bench
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You played those notes a year ago.
But nobody ever seems to mind.
You're so sweet.
Upon request from her dad,
She takes a seat, Center Stage
And starts to play
And when she's done we take our roles,
As assigned, A few kids whined,
But everyone behaved.

Take the bench Little Girl, 
And sing your little heart out.
The fact the notes are right,
Doesn't mean there's any feeling.

This year yields Something new.
A reason for the downcast eyes.
The buttoned Lip
The Irony that rings so true.
Is in the corner holding hands.
That played the keys
That bored the kids and the adults alike.
But made the teenagers laugh
at pure precociousness.

Take the bench Little Girl, 
And sing your little heart out.
The fact the notes are right,
Doesn't mean there's any feeling.
And we'll Be appealing.

Upon request from her mom, 
she takes a seat centre stage
and starts to cry.


Can't Face Up
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Turn around,
You can't face up to me.
I stand my ground.
I'm just what I seem to be.
Why in the world,
would you give me a second look?
except I'm up here,
And you're down there,
You'll never know what it took.
You don't care what it took.
The look in your eyes,
As I Turn on the light.
The look in your eyes,
a look of surprise.
Sneakin' Around,
In this one trick town,
You can't face up to me.
I know your crowd,
And they're not that proud,
At least not from what I've seen.
Flies in the ink leave
Footprints across the sea.
Trace them back to where it all gets had,
You find the cuts never run too deep.
The cuts never run too deep.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
No, no.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
I stand my ground.
I'm just what I seem to be.
You swung? me down.
for So long, for so long.
The weight that I carry,
knowin what they've done to us.
How many names does it take,
'till they blame,
the people you always should trust?
The people you always should trust
The look in your eyes,
As I Turn on the light.
The look in your eyes,
The look of surprise.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
No, no.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
'Cause I can't face up to you.

All 400 Metres
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can't you see the black strap?
It holds me up, for the last lap.
I know I said I had a good time.
But now I'm sprawled across the finish line.
I'm pickin up the straws,
And now I'm wonderin' how I did because,
The situation's heavy,
And the competition's thin,
now I've got(S) to wake up,
So I can get back on my feet again.
Could you spare some common sense?
It's a brave Gamble, so just give it up.
Now you know about those people in the sky,
Well they're the same folks that held me up.
I'm sortin' out my flaws,
Because I'm runnin' last place, and the look on my face says,
This record's disappearing, and my system is on the mend,
But I'll never know who wins until I make it to the end.
Take care of what you preach, right?
'Cause noone cares about your Mic-fright
But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think,
that I should stop thinkin' about you that way.
Whooo.
The Signing of this Mock-Simulation.
Plots a course towards some clarification,
It's a keenly realized Fabrication,
Comin' from your radio station.
But I'll be runnin' 400 metres,
again...