Summer Demo 2011

by Roaming Bear

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Most of these songs are about love and anarchy, along with a few random folk songs, and most of them were written and recorded this past winter while I took some time off of traveling to sober up. Most of them were recorded as they were created. I really hope these songs invoke some provocative thoughts within you.

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released August 13, 2011

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Roaming Bear Waukegan, Illinois

roaming bears don't care about much, as long as you let them eat their berries, and salmon... anything that interferes with berries and salmon is a bear's mortal enemy... that includes pipelines, shopping malls, pit mines, industry, and capitalism in general. ... more

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Track Name: The Nets
I’m a fish out of water, I was taken from the sea, and I’m waiting my turn for the blades to end me
I was fighting the nets, I was fighting to be free, I fought and I lost without regrets
you see this is the way it had to be.
cause when you fight for what’s right, the only way to be freed is by winning or through death,
Because as long as there’s nets, then I owe my life, to finding a way, for every fish in the sea to escape.

so tell me do you wish to live or merely to survive?
will you go out and and discover for yourself or buy into all of their lies?
time is of the essence don’t waste away your life, because surely soon enough you will die.
some day we all have to die.
When I was a young fry, my mother would say, not to worry about the nets, just to stay away. they’ve been coming forever, and that’s just the way, we have no other options my baby, please tell me that you’ll obey me. Well I agreed, but it was temporary, because one day the nets started coming to the deeps, and my mother could not swim free, that day everything changed, I swore the nets would pay.

so what would you die for if you had the chance? Or would you die for anything I should ask?
or is there nothing more worthy than your life? If that’s the case, you should maybe think twice.
They say death is ok, just as long as you have faith, and I have faith that my comrades will avenge my name, that me and the nets will share the same fate, that every last net will be sent to the grave.
and all the fish will celebrate. Even if it’s not true, it’s something to believe, it’s something to die for, it’s something indeed, it’s something free of hatred and free of greed, it’s something more magic than reality. a dream worth fighting for indeed.
Track Name: Finite Thoughts From My Subconscious
Black water, in my dreams, it comes, but what, does it mean?
I was falling from the sky, when I realized I could fly, so I soared to the coast, of big sur
But wait it changed, how it changed, to an industrial jungle, oh no.
We build, and destroy everything natural and green.
I run and hide with the trees,
and pray for their solace from the machines
I’m sorry my friends, I see no means for an end
They have all lost their minds, they’ve got no sense of the finite
No since of the fininte state of the earth
Oh why must we destroy? Our mother hurts.
We take away the homes of all living things,
to build taller our cities, so we can all live in luxury
Oh fellow man, lets learn some modesty please.
We could live within our means
Instead of killing everything, everything, everything, we kill everything.
where is the justice for our fellow beings?
No sense of the finite state of the earth
Oh Why must we destroy, our mother hurts

Black water, flows down our streams
and as I drink, black water flows through my veins.
We build, and destroy everything natural and green.
I run and hide with the trees,
and pray for their solace from the machines
I’m sorry my friends, I see no means for an end
They have all lost their minds, they’ve got no sense of the finite
No since of the fininte state of the earth
Oh why must we destroy? Our mother hurts.
Track Name: Let It Fall
Am-C-Dm
The bigger the heart the harder they fall
The people who come out on top, don’t seem to have hearts at all
The reward for not being human is this false sense of luxury
Well Fuck Society. Riot don’t buy it cause if you do then you’re the fool that this system is set up to beat.

C-Am-Dm-F
well I’d rather spit, funky stories, with junkies, under bridges
because the only things that they’re trying to keep from me,
Is all their drugs and their alchohol, but besides that all the food and blankets are community
I’d rather fight off bugs and disease on the streets, than take part in a society that pretends to promote a cheap sence of freedom, it’s not that I’m opposed to work, just not as part of this fascist machine
Who the fuck put our food under locks, I say we tie them to a rock, and make em walk the plank
then we’ll plant some edibles fruit trees, and vegtable greens, and let the jungles grow mean
like they’re supposed to be, like they were before we got the notion that we own the mountains, the forests and the oceans, that we’ve got these souls so we must know, what’s best for everything
As much as I would like to just walk away, and dismiss it as a hopless case, my conscience says no way!
but as far as a solution, I pray for revolution, though I’m not sure what else to do, other than promote that which is true, so I travel and tell stories, instead of drinking fourties, and always check the trash before resorting to the shelf. I do it for myself, I do it for mother earth, and every form of life left in the universe!
Track Name: Freaky People
Well I like Freaky People How about you? Well I like Freaky People how about you?
Like ugly people, I like em fat, I like the freakishly skinny, and people who have big noses that make them look like a rat. I like people who are starting to go bald and I like people with untrimmed unibrows
This is how they’ll make you feel small they go:
Hahahaha look at that guy what a jack ass! This is how they make you feel lonely they go
Hahaha lets get away from this guy and go do other things!
I like people who don’t wear pajamas to go to sleep, and people who don’t make their beds in the morning. I like people who forget to tuck in their shirts, before they go to work. And people who certainly don’t have matching socks on underneath their beat up shoes, I like anyone who’s ever had the blues, and anyone who’d rather take make believe over reality if they had the chance to choose
This is how they make you feel kind of dumb they go: hahahaha no you’re wrong, we all say you’re wrong! This is how they make you feel kind of low they go: hahahaha look at that dumb dumb dumb fellow!
Well I like punks and I like Hippies too, I like Bros and Dudes, I like the promiscuous and prudes I like Tom Boys and I like Valley Girls, I like Computer Nerds , and all the young turds, like your little sister and brother, who you know would probably be pretty cool if you give them a chance. I like the hicks, and I like the cholos, I I like the drug addicts and I like the homos.
This is how they’ll make you feel small they go:
Hahahaha look at that guy what a jack ass! This is how they make you feel lonely they go
Hahaha lets get away from this guy and go do other things!
I like the lurkers and I like the creepers, I like the stinkers, and the moral thinkers.
and yeah they may be weird, but so are you, and guess what else, I like wierdos too
I like em all I like em all I like em all… Because it’s on that fine margin that you find the people who have real thoughts floating around their head, you know the kind of thoughts that might really make a difference.
This is how they make you feel kind of dumb they go: hahahaha no you’re wrong, we all say you’re wrong! This is how they make you feel kind of low they go: hahahaha look at that dumb dumb dumb fellow!
I like freaky people how about you? I like Freaky people how about you? I like em all, I like em all
I like cops and politicians… just kiding
Track Name: Preachy Punk Shit
I’m not that guy whose gonna sing about how I hate the war in Iraq, right after filling the tank of my tour van with Iraqi gas fuck that fuck that fuck that
I don’t see the point in singing some preachy punk shit if you yourself can’t live with it
You’ve got to lead by example, and don’t expect a hand out, cause you’ll never get it
Is your heart at war? Is your heart at war? Is your heart at war with the world?
Are you going to just complain about how it’s not right, or are you ready to fight? So when riot time comes will you fly you’re little black flag in the back where you’re safe from the gas? Or will you smash smash smash you’re metal baseball bat into corporate glass right in front of the masses.
you’ve got to lead by example you can’t expect a hand out.
Is your heart at war? Is your heart at war? If your heart’s at war don’t ignore it!
If that you could do more damage from within this jaded system, well then I think you’re missing the point. How the hell could you ever expel capitalism when it’s the one putting bread on your table.
Your fight is a fable if you’re not Willing and able to just walk away, to just walk away hey hey, lets just walk away and abandon civilization as a hopeless case, just walk away and abandon civilization as a hopeless case, lets just walk away, just walk away hey hey, lets just walk away and abandon civilization as a hopeless case, lets just walk away, lets just walk away hey hey, lets just walk away and abandon civilization as a hopeless case. Lets just walk away, just walk away hey hey, and abandon civilization as a hopeless case.
Track Name: Consume And Destroy
Now if I told you, what would you do? What would you do? What would you do?
would you slow down to a pace in which the earth could replace all that which we erase? ,
well if not, than you can lose your limbs and slither like a slimy snake!
you should know better than to wait, for any kind of change
you’d wait for days and days if that were the case.

Yes ignorance is bliss, like your material investments.
consume you! don’t think about it too much
don’t try to peek past the smoke and mirrors, you hear?
cause under trap doors are politicians,
not magicians, instead of rabbits in a hat it’s soldiers with their gats saying rap! Rap! step back!
Well our patriot act was written by patriarchs of invasion!
repressing revolution, while pursuing more dinosaur soup
because fuel equals power, when you live in a world that runs off of devouring itself
We’ve given up on evolution, as the humans, and view progress instead as monetary growth
So grab your glass slippers and boogie on down to the delusional disco, where dj capitalism’s got an all night set of consume and destroy. And if your name isn’t on the guest list then, well then go back home, kiss your mother goodbye, and pack your bags, because you’re being deployed. To fight for your right to be able to climb the hierarchical stairs, no one said freedom was free my son, now go shoot that guy over there. And when you come back, if you’re not in a bag, then you can have the chance to maybe come dance at one of these fancy affairs.
Oh c’mon give me a break, these people don’t even care
they were born with their names on that list, in my mind this shit isn’t fair
I’ve got no place fighting to preserve their ranks in a society where
the rich get richer, and the poor can die for all they care

American Values, and a hookers morals
they’re one in the same,
They’ll do anything for a buck, fuck anyone that crosses their path
and when all’s said and done, they’ll go and buy some crack, yeah it’s that whack
Track Name: One Of These Days
one of these days I’ll drink again, I’ll shove my hand right down your pants,
I’ll get you naked, we’ll have a blast, then I’ll stick it in your ass
One of these days the old me will be back, that’s the day I’ll decide to try crack
I’ll be blowing lines off of a hooker’s ass, and plunging my veins with dirty smack
One of these days I’ll take a sip, and it’ll take me back to wanting to trip
I’ll drip drip drip, and wait a little while, then I’ll swill the whole damn vile
One of these days will be so boring, I’ll decide to buy a fourty,
I’ll drink it in the parking lot, and rant about bootys like sir mix a lot
Then I’ll go back in to steal a handle, of cheap whiskey, I’ll put it in my banjo case
and if they see me, I’ll spit in their face and start to run,

One of these days I’ll get so mad, I’ll go and get my own space bag
I’ll take it down to the river, and I’ll mutilate my liver
I’ll puke it all up on the tracks on my way to buy a sack,
then I’ll head back down to the bridge, and shoot the shit with the other dirty kids
One of these days this sobriety streak will end, I’ll call up all my bad fun friends
I’ll say sorry for leaving you hanging, but now my cares are vacant
So lets get fucked up, and lets fuck shit up, lets not give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
One of these days, I’ll self medicate, I’ll no longer hesitate
I’ll say exactly what’s on my mind, at all of the wrong times

One of these day’s I’ll get drunk, I’ll pop a squat with the crusty punks
I’ll beg for change, to pitch for booze, I’ll pillage, rape, steal, and loot
One of these days I’ll smash my guitar, when I’m black out drunk,
I’ll see how far I can throw it off a parking garage, and then I’ll try to fight the cops
I’ll try to stab them in the dick, with my broken guitar neck
and if I can get my hands on their gun, I’ll shoot em dead, then again just for fun
One of these days I’m going to rage, like a pitbull that’s broke out of it’s cage
powered purely by primal passion, foaming at the mouth in rabid fashion
chasing the mailman, and killing cats, I’ll be the beligerant version of that.
And if any one dare try to stop me, then they will get cold cocked by me

One of these days I’m going to forget, why it is I stopped getting shit faced
and purposely misplace my conscience for a while
I’ll hop a train to new Orleans, where I’ll become a dirty fiend,
I’ll live for immediate pleasures, without caring weather or not
the consequences are worth the reward, It makes for a hard life
though its hard to be bored,
when you don’t even have time
to find time sleep, when you don’t even have time to remind yourself to eat
one of these days I’m going to do all these things, and I’m sure it will remind me
why sobriety is the right choice for me.
Track Name: Minimum Wage Brigade
Well I was hungry, so I found a paper, started circle drawin on some wanted adds.
I called em up, I went down town, and when I arrived they said boy you best turn around
Us house cats, don’t hire street rats like you, you’re not even wearing a monkey suit.
you want to work for us? Well this is what you do?
comb your hair, tuck in you shirt, and forget about your lovers and friends because now your time belongs to work.
Fuck being caged, I’m calling for a minimum wage brigade, everyone at the bottom of the capitalist food chain, unite! Unite! Lets set this place to flames! Let the black flag rise!
I walked out side, and went around back, I hopped in the dumpster and I found some tastey trash, as I let my teeph sink I began to think “this tastes sweet like freedom”
Track Name: Caitlyn
Caitlyn I don’t love you like that, but I like you, please forgive me
Baby I think like we took it too fast, lets take a step back, and see where it goes.
Lets take a step back, and see where it goes
I see, baby I’ll take the blame, but frankly I wasn’t the only one, you jumped the gun as well,
awe hell, oh well, don’t you think it was worth the fun?
So you’re gonna say, if you could take it back to the first day, you’d walk away, well that’s a shame, Cause I had fun, oh baby can’t you see? I’m just livin’ for the moments, not eternity,
Hot damn, I thought you were fun lovin fox but now you’re showin teeth like a old stray dog
Come on, see the bright side, beyond regrets, I learned some lessons my self
like the datin thing’s completely different thing than the mating thing,
and you got that whole rebound thing to look forward to now.
Track Name: Stolen Flowers
Well you can’t pick all of the flowers in the garden, if you want to have a colorful yard
but pretty girls, well they need a flower every day, and this girls so damn gorgeous she might need 3-4
Breanne I want to hold your hand, and then I’ll tell you a joke
awe anything to see you smile girl, cause it keeps us from growing old
just like some of those lost boy, you could be like wendy and I’ll be peter pan.
Take it or leave it, but it’s true, I only wanted to be with you
Baby, do you think could I maybe give you a kiss?
though only if you want it, I don’t wanna have to twist your wrist
in my dream we kissed like this… and it made everything else kinda make sense
lets head to beach, before the sun sets
and maybe even stick around till the sun comes up again.
cause if we just home and go to bed, tonight will have to end

Let me be your street rat, I’ll steal you flowers every day
we’ll walk the promenade and laugh at the other lovers
who’s love only takes shape, at the table of a fancy dinner place, one day a week
its sad to see, though you and me, we’ll let our love run free
Track Name: Log Cabin Thoughts
well are you real?
or are you still hung on that positional bullshit?
cuz I don't got the papers to prove my worth
but i can do it, i'm a fluent in many different things
well apparently experience aint important no more? well fuck
there's a large mart down the street
i'll put a bag around your shit
and act the ugly older sister
of a convenience store clerk
pushing carts around till i'm too damn down
to care about showing my face
got the work place calling me every day
saying i'm three weeks late
and it feels great, after six long months
of working for a jerk
i've finally got my freedom in my last pay check
and a sence of endless possibilities.

it's a fucking waste of days,
of a mind
ripe and ready to find
what the explorer's true reason was for crossing the seas
I don't care if it's real, i just want to feel
as if i'm doing something worth a god damn word of
admiration from someone who somehow found, the patience
to see things through,
the never ending endevors of living to create
No fate involved
I make instead of take in fake culture
full of elaborate lies
for the hugry eyes
it's all generic, what happened to articulate beauty?
faux-thenticity's got me thinking
which is kinda ironic
singin broke down songs
about where i belong
and that's when it hit
i'm going out to live in the trees
cause that's where i'm happy