Nickie Coby (puppybraille) wrote,
Nickie Coby
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RelientK!

Okay, If you've never heard me rapsidize about the joys of RelientK, or you have and you still don't get it, please read on, because most of the lyrics to the CD are right here!

Kick Off
Here's the kick off! Hope you're not sick of Relient K and all the songs we play! 'Cause then you'll wanna throw our CD away.
Pressing On
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
Out of mind, out of state.
Trying to keep my head on straight.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
There's only one thing left to do.
Drop all I have and go with you.
Somewhere back there I left my worries all behind.
My problems feel out of the back of my mind.
We're going and I'm never knowing (never knowing) where we're going.
To go back where I was would just be wrong.
I'm pressing on.
Pressing on, all my distress is going, going gone.
(pressing on, pressing on)
And I won't sit back, and take this anymore.
"Cause I'm done with that,
I've got one foot out the door.
And to go back where I was would just be wrong.
I'm pressing on.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're onto something good here.
Out of mind, out of state.
Trying to keep my head on straight.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
Adversity, we get around it.
Searched for joy, in you I found it.
You look down on me,
but you don't look down on me at all.
You smile and laugh,
and I feel the love you have for me.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here,
and we're gonna make it after all.
Sady Hawkins Dance
All the girls in the bathroom talking.
Who they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins?
My ears are burning but I kept on walking.
Smile on my face and an air guitar rocking.
Sadie Hawkins Dance, in my khaki pants.
There's nothing better.
The girls ask the guys.
It's always a surprise.
There's nothing better.
Baby do you like my sweater?
Sitting in the back of my next class napping.
Got up, gave a speech,
then bowed to the clapping.
Told a funny joke got the whole class laughing.
I think I got a tan from the light in which I was basking.
Scan the cafeteria for some good seating.
I found a good spot by the cheerleaders eating.
The quarterback asked me if I'd like a beating.
I said, "That's one thing I won't be needing."
And since I'm rather smart and cunning,
I took off down the next hall running.
Only to get stopped by a girl so stunning
(only to get stopped by a girl so stunning?).
She said, "You're smooth, and good with talking.
You're going with me to the Sadie Hawkins."
Down In Flames
Christians, we're all afraid of fire.
We prefer to suck on pacifiers.
Baby pacifists, we're throwing fits.
We don't shake hands, we shake our fists.
We're cannibals.
We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all.
Finally fell asleep on the plane.
To wake up and see we're going down in flames.
We're going down, down, down in flames.
We're gonna drown, drown, drown insane.
We see the problem and the risk,
but nothing's solved.
We just say, "Tisk, tisk, tisk." and "Shame, shame, shame."
Finally fell asleep on the plane.
To wake to see we're going down in flames.
Christians, we mourn, the thorn is stuck in the side of the body.
Watch it self-destruct.
The enemy is much ignored when we fight this Christian civil war.
We're cannibals, We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all.
Finally fell asleep on the plane.
To wake to see we're going down in flames.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Banana na na, na na na.
Let me pause to clarify
('cause I'm sure you're asking, "Why?").
I stand before you,
and proudly claim to belong to what this song complains.
I'm part of the problem I confess,
but I got to get this off my chest.
Let's extinguish the anguish for which we're to blame,
and save the world from going down in flames.
Maybe it's Maybeline
People make mistakes.
We find that everything breaks.
And it always is the same: gotta find someone to blame.
And these errors that we make
('cause we're all human earthquakes.)
Yeah, we made the hurricane,
yet we're not the ones to blame?
We point the finger even though its not polite.
We condemn the son of God
(we're hoping two wrongs make a right).
Maybe it is them.
Or, maybe it is me.
Or, maybe its Maybeline.
People make mistakes.
We took the apple from the snake.
And it always is the same: gotta find someone to blame.
Our reputations were at stake,
but the guilt we could not take.
America's gone down the drain.
The president's at fault again?
We point the finger even though it's not polite.
We condemn the son of God
(we're hoping two wrongs make a right).
The truth is, excuses are lame.
Accept consequence.
Accept the blame.
We're all sinners.
We're all unclean.
Maybe we're born with it.
Or maybe its Maybeline.
Break Down
Oh, what a lousy excuse for a car.
One mile to go, but I can't push it that far.
I think I've had enough.
I think I'm giving up.
Saved up my money to buy a new guitar.
Then I got ripped off by the guy who fixed my car.
I think I've had enough.
I think I'm giving up.
Once again life's thrown me a curve,
and it blew up right in my face.
Once again life's rattled my nerves.
Don't you see that I'm stuck in the place?
All because, you're giving me a...
Breakdown Stuck on the side of the road.
Emotional over-load.
He'll seek and destroy everything that I enjoy.
But, I won't be the one he takes down.
No, I won't breakdown.
Those Words Are Not Enough
Feelings, inside my head.
I don't know, but I'm thinking about you.
Understand that it's so hard to tell you,
'cause you already know.
You already know.
When it's twice as hard to realize
that I'm still trying twice as hard to satisfy myself on my own.
And I'm still waiting for things to change.
I lay my life before you, and I'm not getting up.
Father, how I adore you.
Those words are not enough.
Father, know I love you,
and know I am wrong.
Lord, please take my life.
Make me your son.
Make me your son.
For The Moments I Feel Faint

Am I at the point of no improvement?
What of the death I still dwell in?
I try to excel, but I feel no movement.
Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

::Chorus::
Never underestimate my Jesus.
You're telling me that there's no hope.
I'm telling you your wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumbles
He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands
"Oh, the impossibilities"
Frustrated and tired
Where do I go from here?
Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear

::Chorus::

I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
Gather my insufficiencies and
place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands

What Have You Been Doing Lately
What have you been doing lately?
Your life could use improving greatly.
I just wanted to know what's going on,
but everything that goes is going wrong.
What have you been doing lately?
Your life could use improving greatly.
I just wanted to know what's going on,
but everything that goes is going wrong.
When I saw Justin he said he was just in visiting on spring break.
I said "What a surprise.
You're one of those guys I haven't seen since 1998."
We talked for a while,
and I tried to smile as he told me about his college life.
He parties Fridays through Thursdays (but not for birthdays).
He's acquires a taste for Miller Lite.
Pardon me while I throw up,
I guess some people never grow up.
What happened to the salvation you claimed?
It breaks my heart to see how much you're changed.
It breaks my heart to see how you're changed
And then there's Vanessa.
Her life got so messed up.
She just can't get along.
Her emotions they can't cope,
'cause she's lost all hope.
She can't see right from wrong.
Rationality left her (or shrunk with her sweater).
She's a fanatic.
She's over the edge.
She needs Lemon Pledge to clear those cobwebs from her attic.
May The Horse Be with You
Bored in the stable with nothing to do.
We make a game out of throwing our shoes.
Lead me to water, but not to the track.
Show me a saddle and I'll say "Hey, get off my back."
All in favor (all in favor) say "Nay!"
We like the flavor (we like the flavor) of hay.
We're gonna graze all of our days.
Until they take us away and turn us into glue.
Like Mr. Ed always said...May the horse be with you.
May the horse be with you.
May the horse be with you everyday.
I trot by the fillies (they like me of course).
They all dig my band (yeah, I'm a rocking horse).
You gotta take off your spurs to ride me, you know.
If you want me to stop, just yell out a "Whoa".
All in favor (all in favor) say "Nay!"
We like the flavor (we like the flavor) of hay.
My Way or the Highway
Should I start this song off with a question?
Or should I say what's on my mind.
(Add a cello here to add a sad impression)
Cause I'm not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
I didn't vote (though I'm not proud),
cause I'm Canadian, and I'm not allowed.
Give it a go or throw in the towel.
Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind.
It's time to make up your mind.
By the wayside we fell.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
It's your decision, choose it well.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
Decisions we make; life's an election.
Precision we take, seeking direction.
But there's so many lies.
Unsure where we can look.
But, we've got a guide-a really thick handbook.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind.
It's time to make up your mind.
Are you with me or against me?
Noticed you're sitting on the fence.
We wondered why you're not cut and dry.
You got to choose our side and live,
or their side and die.
Which hand holds your soul?
Do you want to guess one?
If that scares you to death, may that be your lesson.
It's your decision, make it the best one.
And should I end this song off with a question?

The Rest Is Up To You
I was just about to quote Mark Twain when I realized that it's all in vain.
A twist of fate, a twisted look of pain.
To defeat the wheat, go against the grain.
I know what you've been through,
but there's only so much one can do.
The rest is up to you...The rest is up to you.
Your mentor's become your tormentor.
Give him the money, but is it for rent?
Or will you get burnt for the countless time?
Your head starts to hurt, you just close your eyes.
I know what he did to you,
but there's only so much one can do.
The rest is up to you.
This speech is merely words.
It's even worse because it rhymes.
Give me a minutes of your time,
I'll have a minute of your time.
And I can't make this click.
And I can't tattoo your mind.
But, you know this ain't no trick.
Take it or leave it all behind.
Gave my advice.
Done all I can, but it's your life.
It's in your hands.
Why don't you try to slow down?
Slow things down.
'Cause I know you're hurting.
So put down your burdens.
Crucify your doubts and just reach out.
Reach out to Jesus.
Embrace him.
Turn your life around to face him.
You'll find mercy, you'll see grace.
Love and beauty defined in his face.
Failure To Excommunicate
It's the principle,
it's the issue,
that your principal would dismiss you.
Because you don't fit into that all-American Box.
That coffin created for creative thought.
It's disgusting, his priorities.
And how we're entrusting him with authority.
His gavel's gone down before he looked in your heart.
He finished this race(ism) before he reached the start.
Jesus loved the outcasts.
He loves the ones the world just loves to hate.
And as long as there's a heaven,
there'll be a failure to excommunicate.
The world just keeps you at an arm's length.
Every week you work up the strength to fight the flames that are hurled.
Let your faith shine right through.
You know it's the world versus Jesus and you.
It's disgusting, their priorities.
And how we're entrusting them with authority.
Their gavel's gone down before they looked in your heart.
They finished this race(ism).
Less Is More
Jesus, I pray, take all my mistakes.
Throw them away.
Destroy them for my sake.
Jesus, I call out 'cause I'm sorry.
Because I fall so short of your glory.
To the best of my ability,
I'm practicing humility,
and I lay myself before 'cause less is more.
All that I have I lay before,
with my pride on the floor.
'Cause to you less is more.
I pour out myself, all that I am.
You love me so much that you fill me again.
And may these words,
on my heart, on my lips,
somehow mean so much more than this.
Jesus, I pray, know what I'm trying to say.
I pour out myself, before you, oh Lord.
I hold nothing back, 'cause to you less is more.
And may these words,
on my heart, on my lips,
somehow mean so much more than this.
Jesus, I pray, know what I'm trying to say.
Jesus, I plead, please purify me.
Make my heart clean, drench me with your mercy.
Jesus, I pray, I love you, I need you.
For the rest of my days,
I swear I will seek you.
To the best of my ability.
I'm practicing humility,
and I lay myself before,
cause less is more.
And, for good measure, a song that reminds me of prom because Mitch wore a pink tux. And it was all because of this song!
Pink Tux To The Prom
So it was jeremy in 1983,
In his ocean pacific tee,
Who got a bloody knee,
On his skateboard,
In the halfpipe,
In the backyard,
That tuesday night.

And I'm only gonna pierce my left ear,
And I've been working on this mustache all summer long,
And my favorite band will always be tears for fears,
And I'm gonna to wear a pink tux to the prom, a pink tux to the prom.

Cuttin class through the next four windowies,
Drivin fast because I never did things slow,
And I look up to my big bro cuz in the eighties all the ladies grabbed his
hands and wouldn't let go.

And I'm only gonna pierce my left ear,
And I've been working on this mustache all summer long,
And my favorite band will always be tears for fears,
And I'm gonna to wear a pink tux to the prom, a pink tux to the prom.

Do, do, do-do, do, do, Pink tux to the prom, [x2]
I am going to wear, a pink tux to the prom,
Live without a care, what can possibly go wrong.

When you're the president of the breakfast club,
And you're not hesitant to fall in love,
To fall in love with the eighties, to fall away,
To fall in love with the eighties.

I am going to wear, a pink tux to the prom,
Live without a care, what can possibly go wrong,
I am going to wear a pink tux to the prom,
Live without a care cause you threw it away to fall in love, with the eighties..

Do, do, do-do, do, do [x2]
Okay, that's all from here! These songs express a lot! And if I can't esxplain my feelings, I'll use lyrics.

Hugs!!

Nickie
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