Rare Songs

Failure has several songs that were never released. These rare songs are only available on bootleg live and demo CDs. On this page you will find information, lyrics and / or mp3s for "Dipped in Anger," "Count My Eyes," "Golden," the demo version of "Swallow," and "You're Too Much."

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Dipped In Anger

Dipped in Anger is the unreleased b-side to Pro-Catastrophe. Pro-Catastrophe is on black 12" vinyl released by Sweet Smelling Records (non-existant record label). Thanks to Shade for the information and lyrics; thanks to Nick for the images (the first is of the Pro-Cat sleeve; the second is of the actual vinyl).

I can break things, things plastic
but things I'll remember I broke
it's the the gnawing, the clawing,
The scraper inside wants to clean out
all that's inside so there's only without
A numb hard shell is how they'll find me
let me show you my best
I won't be that easy to find
I will fit in with the rest
I will fit in with the rest

The past is still with me,
it follows not stopping
Slowing me down to show me
that nothing is left in my life
To say that I have changed
I'm still here obsessing
and thinking of nothing
Can not even be honest with myself
Don't want to fit in with the rest
I don't want to fit in with the rest

A hole was found, in my head
between my eyes - All dark and red
It wasn't a new eye
I was just dead
I was just dead

Break me off a piece
Of life's juicy pie
You don't have to lift your eyes
Just look at the way, I look at, the sky
Look at me
Count my eyes
Count my eyes

He cut through the streets, eyes up to
a small patch of sky looked down on him
Through baskets they weave, so thickly
He saw on the sea
along the clouds

A rusty old bridge was held in his mind
He thought it was golden...
It swayed to his breath, encouped (?) with the bolts
He unpacked his coat and laid down

With somebody?s shoes, he travelled
between the two ends of his bridge
He?d find all the holes to cry in
and stayed for the time
when the wind?s too cold

The rats that could march whispered in his ear
He knew it meant something
But nobody came; he sat through the night
and watched all the darkness
It spread with his breath, and pushed back the sky
He swayed for days on his home
A rusty old bridge that screamed in his mind
He thought it was golden...

Twisting slowly up the walk,
I wanna get this over quickly.
But my body isn't doing
what I thought I'd make it do.
The gun is getting slippery,
and my vision's getting blurry.
and I feel a certain panic
running through me in waves.

But I've reached the door now
and I noticed I am knocking
I think I hear your footsteps
or is it my throbbing head?
I think the knob is turning,
as I swallow unsuccessful.
My arm raising from my side,
the clouds are parting for the sun.

Won't you listen
Listen to me
Why won't you listen
Can he see
Let me in
Crying for cover
Let me in
motherfucker

The fear of giving in make me want to
Scream, cry

Got things straight
I gonna keep my promises
I stayed the same
There'll be no need for changes
Don't have to be afraid
I might even help her
It's ok and I'm alright
Just (??) a little scared

But the fear of giving in makes me want to
Give in

You don't have to be afraid