Trivia/History:
This is an awesome album by one of Hawaii's finest... recorded in one weekend right in the bands living room in Makaha! A mobile recording studio was positioned outside... in a van parked in the driveway!! Collectors, some special edition versions were also released: Details.
Good luck finding a copy though!



Lyrics:

Adulthood

I’m 18 now, so I can fight with you
I’m gonna rip your face to shreds, O.K.

My age is not a steppin’ stone
It matters just to be alone
My age is not a steppin’ stone for you!

Adulthood! Adulthood!
Adulthood! Adulthood!



TIME

standing around
with nothing to do
why do you waste my time?

You come and you go
with nothing to do
Why do you waste your time?

Take time to realize what’s on your mind!



Big Red

Get over that girl
She’s gonna break your heart
Don’t fall for her
‘cause soon you’ll have to part
She’s leavin’ and she’s never comin’ back
So get over it my friend
It’s time to face the facts

It’s time to face the truth
She was never in love with you
She’s back in California
Drinkin’ with all her friends

You think about her every single day
It screws you up in every single way
She’s leavin’ and she’s never comin’ back
So get over it my friend
It’s time to face the facts



Hibernation

Da, na na na na
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
That's all you ever say to me.
Humiliation, and rejection
The things you've made me feel

Too bad, too late, always landing in 2nd place, yeah
I guess my day will never come
I lost, you've won
Now you're hanging out with #1
I guess my day will never come

I'm tryin', to get your attention
Or maybe a signal
To light a pathway to your heart
But constipation, a raw irritation
As I mumble the words to you,
Blah, blah, blah

So now is the price,
I have to pay for bein' nice?
It makes no sense to me
So why do I have to be?
The one that has to hide,
Everytime you two walk by?
I'm just tryin to be fair,
It seems like you don't care,
But when he leaves you stranded
I'm still here,
I'm tired of bein the better man
I'm tired of bein your better man
I'm tired of bein... the better man



Party’s Over

It’s time to fuckin’ go home!
No food, but there’s sure a lot of plates
Everyone is getting sick and tired
By now I’m sure it’s way past "late"!

I’ve heard your jokes one too many times
and I’m sure all these girls are gettin’
sick of all your pick-up lines

No god damn respect for peoples’ personal property
and if we don’t leave now, the neighbors call the authority

So it’s time to fuckin’ go home
Party’s ova!

We need money to buy more beer
but everyone is fuckin’ throwin’ up
and the people I came with are nowhere near!



20/40



Alex Loves Bacon

Alex wants some bacon but I don’t eat no bacon
this time I’m fakin’ he really loves his bacon

Chorus
so please, leave me alone, cause Alex got his own bacon at home



Forgive and Forget

I’ve got nothin’ to hide
Friends are friends
So what the fuck is goin’ on
It only eats you up inside
Bringin’ you down and screwin’ up your social life

I think this shit has got to end
So take it back, apologize, and start again
I’ll leave it up to you to choose
I’m so confused and I don’t know what to do
What do I do?

You see them everywhere you go
At all the party’s and even at the punk rock shows
Another friendly tragedy
Another friend just a part of history



Mister Murphy

I knew it the 1st day of school
that you’d put up a front and in the end be a fool!
When will you ever show up on time for class?
And when will you stop fuckin’ showin’ off your ass?
Tight ball-huggin’ daisy duke jeans.
Ask everyone around, they know what I mean!
Just a chorus teacher
who can’t sing for shit, can’t tune no guitar,
and his pants never fit.

Mr. Murphy! Get off of my back
If I deserve and "F"
then your face deserves some cracks
Mr. Murphy! Says I got no respect,
why do I call him "Mister"
Instead of a "DICK!"

I knew it from the first day of class that you’d give me an "F"
and in the end let me pass. When will you ever show up on time for school
and when will you give up being such a fuckin’ fool?
He wears "tight-ball-huggin’ daisy duke jeans"
ask anyone around, they’ll laugh and know what I mean
A chorus teacher who doesn’t know his shit,
tryin’ to teach guitar, when next year he knows that he’ll quit!

Mr. Murphy! Get off of my case
If I deserve and "F"
then for sure I’ll crack your face
Mr. Murphy! Says I got no respect,
why do I call him "Mister"
Instead of a "prick!?!"



Melancholy

Walking down this street again
I don’t know why I’m runnin’
As thoughts of you keep runnin’ through my head
And all these constant changes, tell me just what "change" is
the laughter I hear is not the same as I thought we had in store

chorus
And now he’s on our phone
I’ll just say you’re home
I’m sick and tired of lying for you,
you know it’s true yeah,

where have you gone to?
There’s nothing left I can do
So I guess I’ll just bite my lip, accept it’s over.

And all the times I was tryin,
While you were busy lying
You left me alone in the dark,
without a light of hope

Now it’s worth sayin
while you were busy playin’
You left my mind in shambles,
and now there’s nowhere for me to go



Chocolate

Try to get the nerve to call and talk to you,
and all that I do is waste and pass the time away
Another day, another night, I’m not feeling good or all
that right, so I guess it’ll be okay

chorus
So I’ll drink my life away, waste my life away until I get you out of my head,
I’ll try to find a better way, try to wait for a better day,
but till then I’m just brain dead.

Try to get the gall to try and call to you
and all that you would do is seem to look another way
put my head down in a bag and just try to find an answer why
you never seem to look my way

chorus



Leaving the circle

I can’t help you
But if I could
I wouldn’t hesitate
For just one second
For us, for me, for you
For everyone who loves you

What did you do for all those years?
What did you do with all your tears?
Did you feel empty inside?
What did you do?
Did everyone forget you?

I’ve spoken
You’re throwin’
Your life away, come back
I hope that
You know that
So come back
We still love you!



Truth

How can you put up with all the shit I say,
I’ll tell them what I think
They’ll wanna hear it anyway

‘cause I know, the person that you are,
you don’t seem any real to me,
you don’t seem any real!

And I know, the way that you act,
denial is a thought you think
truth a well know fact
why?

You’re not the person that you seem!

How can you put up
with the faces that I make
an a apperance of a gentleman
It’s really fuckin’ fake!



No Ka Oi

You’re stealing other peoples songs!
You don’t know what the fuck’s going on!

You’re running out of words to say
You’re running out of songs to play
You ain’t nothing but a fraud
Why don’t you stick to your daytime job?!

Oi, Oi, No Ka Oi!
Oi, Oi, No Ka Oi!
Oi, Oi, No Ka Oi!
You ain’t fuckin’ No Ka Oi!



Forty 7

How long will it take
for you to open up your eyes?
And when will you awake
after being victimized? (hyonotized?)

You base your present life on your painful regrets
and though already done, it seems you’ll never forget.

I know being hurt takes a long time to mend,
but sooner than you hope, it’ll be the end
and I know broken hearts take a long time to heal,
but if given the chance, I’ll prove the true way
I feel for you!

You base your present life on past-time mistakes
and what I really wanna know is how long you’ll take to notice me, yeah?



Bastard

Here we go again
With the same routine
No need to explain
‘cause you know what I mean and
Why don’t you stop feeling sorry for yourself
and talk about all the things on your mind,
you selfish bastard!

What you’re doing to me
Don’t make no sense and
What you’re doing to me
Ain’t worth ten cents



Cartoon

Fell off the bed this morning
wiped the sleep out from my eyes
It’s time to do my chores
it’s Saturday!

No time to fool around or joke,
or even procrastinate
‘cause the cartoons will start soon,
I can’t be late!

The time when,
you wish you were a kid again
Just waiting for the weekend
Just to be a kid again!

Call your friends on over to show off your brand new bike
We’re off to play dodgeball at the park

no time to fool around or joke,
or even procrastinate
‘cause the ice cream man will be here,
can’t be late!



Pressure Cooker

Don’t call me, I’ll call you
that’s all you ever say to me
I didn’t know I had a bad disease

Please don’t try to understand me
‘cause if you do, you’ll get nothin’ but sucked down
I’ll say it again,
it doesn’t make sense,
the things you want, the things you’re after

Chorus

This time,
I’ll pretend I’m fine, you know this time.

Say it again, it doesn’t make sense
the things you want, the things you’re after
seeking friendship in someone not there
and now you know there’s no more laughter

I know I tried
In those days you lied
the tough times we shared when we were young
and now that were old, a new life unfolds,
and now you say it’s time to go

chorus



You can do it!

(Listen closely)... Miles did this about five times straight and we tossed in a few when it was all over!!


Scarred 4 Life






Recording Credits:
Junk Music Studios - Mobile Unit

Graphic Credits (1st):
Art: Tino Olsen
Design: Jason Miller & Unit 101
Layout: Kevin Jones
Tools: Macintosh

Graphic Credits (2nd):
Art: Mark Kushimi & RK
Layout: Mark Kushimi & RK
Tools: Macintosh