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In a special episode, hosts Jon, Max and Saskia discuss geotagging, gatekeeping, and how it affects destinations already suffering from over-tourism. Plus, our lesser known destination this week revolves around more affordable Greek islands you can visit compared to Mykonos and Santorini.
1. Sinkin' 2. Hey Dad 3. The Agreement Song 4. Springsong 5. Takin Cover 6. Say You Love Me Too 7. Chips & Dip 8. Sinkinn Deep 9. Dog 10. Sunk
05 This is the distinct link between TRAVELOGUE and SPACESHIPS GUNS AND BOOBIES 10 Makes sense. 15 We'll see what happens 20 BOW BOW 25 It's a banjo. 30 Is this a good idea? 35 They think the harmonica's a bagpipe. 40 It's not quite Lynyrd Skynryd. 45 It depends on what your experience is. 50 Everything happens for a reason.
05 R-600s ride on them to go to war. 10 Gandalf is in Hurricane Island. 15 Andy's not going to be here for the music festival. 20 Now, understand it. 25 I don't even remember how it...uh. 30 Do do doo doo doo doo. 35 "A Woman's Work," maybe that's her. 40 Rear view mirror? 45 I felt really weird for a week afterwards.
05 They all played and sang at the same time. 10 Looks like a Reaver. 15 Do you know what happened in the second season? 20 ...And they're playing to the Queen of England and shit? 25 I betcha it happened all over the place at the same time. 30 Blond guy. Blond guy? 35 In the middle of the street? 40 Just like it usually was. 45 It's called "they're turned." 50 Have a fastback on it? 55 Nice!
05 ...that always feels good to... 10 I just started seeing musicians out on the street 15 It's like an undefined thing 20 I like cool new stuff 25 It ends with the epilogue 30 It's a good TMD record 35 We drove and talked about it 40 F sharp was never really in it 45 ...amp out in the kitchen... 50 It's just a guideline for dumb people
05 The computer talked to LOGIC 10 Maybe I was overreaching 15 ...weekly or monthly... 20 I love you, Paul 25 Turn the dryer off because we're doing tracks 30 This is like a brand new fucking thing 35 That's a bummer 40 I haven't even looked at my notebooks 45 Strictly because I don't have a CD player anymore 50 Just barely get a mark on it 55 Dark chocolate, that's the way to go.
As close as we come to the Clash.
You never know quite what to do You shut up when I'm in the room You lead me around by the tongue I see it all clear as the sun You love me when I play guitar Then throw me away in the yard You lead me around like a dog So lead me around like a dog Do do do do do do do do do do do do do All right yeah You lead me around like a dog So cook me some breakfast tonight I'll hold you if you got to puke I'll hold you 'til you feel alright Puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke Alright yeah
I don't even remember recording this motherfucker.
Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday A different world a new country I found out today It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway Driving on back to my home where the radio's free Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road Every once in a while I just want to explode The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil Every musician I know they just want to be real Yeah All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves Sinkin deep Yeah, sinkin deep Ah-oo lord Ah-oo lord sinkin deep Yeah sinkin Sinkin deep
Here's some chips and dip Have a nice party, son I can see it clear as day All smiling cakes and fun Bring my chips and dip To your party later on I got some peanuts too For your happy birthday song Here's a dirty card Don't show it to your mother Here's a briefcase and a check When's last you saw you brother? Take my stuff on back inside It's yours now take it light Yeah and don't drink too much beer When you're partying tonight No I come from overseas My dad and me no way And I didn't see him die My plane was late that day My old house like a wall I ain't ever left them doors Look how they've wrecked my yard I left my home What for So I got my kid chips and dip He turned 25 today I took him overseas You should really see him play My son looked kind of sad When I said goodbye But I taught my boy one thing A real man never cries (That's wrong) Now I don't ever look back When I drive my truck away And I hardly see my kids Except on Christmas Day So I walk on up them steps Take my shoes off and lie down On my stinking single bed On the lonely side of town.
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Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! El Sevilla rinde en resultados, pero la sensación es que la temporada se puede hacer larga con un equipo B muy inferior al A. ¿Qué nos hace falta para conseguir fondo de armario?Escucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de Sevilla Fútbol Podcast. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/587707
Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not from me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you Dig it love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm taking cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer
Drinking a 40 on the second day of spring We just sent off the mailing list Got a keg flowing in the afternoon It's time for drinking this So many cats on the mansion porch I know everyone inside Girl living in an upstairs apartment One day she'll be my bride Picked up D down in old Pigtown Got a ride in the van inside Smoking around an ounce of weed Laughing 'til it hurts my sides Thank god it's finally spring Snow's been thawed a couple months It's still been cold as shit Keeping warm with whiskey and tequila And a million beers with it Keeping numb with pills and something That I got for lifting weights In springtime there's so many girls Ain't no need to masturbate Thank god it's finally spring Now everyone can sing Birds fly through the wings Whistling as we sing Love me Let me Love you Ooh
Let's agree on disagreeing Let's agree on moving on Let's agree just for agreement On second thought don't call me on the phone 'Cause I'm flashing back on days of sorrow Cold and melancholy like the night Frown around and feeling stupid On second thought I'm going out tonight I ain't going out just for the movement 'Cause I'm liking sitting here just fine Yeah Let's argue for just the talking Let's drive aroiund and talk some more Buy a twelve pack close to midnight And never wonder what's outside that door Let's just keep our heads and rotate Round and round each other like the stars Create panic from enjoyment I'm sick of all these goddamn local bars I ain't going out just for the movement 'Cause I'm liking sitting here just fine Hey Let's agree on being different Let's agree on being sane Let's agree that life is awesome Let's agree that life is pain I ain't (etc)
Hey, Dad, I'm dying Hey, son, I done my best Hey, Dad, you're lying Hey, son, I done my best Hey, Dad, I'm thinking Hey, son, I'm thinking through Hay, Dad, I'm starving Hey, son, I'm hungry too Hey, Dad, I'm running Hey, son, I'm running through Hey, son, I'm gunning Hey, Dad, I'm drinking brew Hey, Dad, it's night time Hey, son, it's morning dew Hey, Dad, it's summer Hey, son, it's winter too instrumental break Build the levee Hold back every tide Submerge every wake Stifle every ride Raze the pounding surf Stop the raging wind Break the tree that bends Never grow again Shade the morning sun Pave the pastures pure Sweep up all the dirt Make a tree a door Shelter from the storm Melt the smoldering ice Then unleash the beast Suckling on you life
Got in my truck and I drove off I didn't say shit Looking for words when they left me to stew over it Every once in a while I just can't shrug it off 16 years sober will make you a shiny self cross So I apologized when we did plug in the gear All of this time I been wanting it's year upon year How can a something be somewhere wherever it is Can't it be nowhere and nothing and not of the biz Sinking deep Checking on back with our hero he's feeling his oats Making his way as a young man with three leather coats Has one for weddings and such and one to stay warm His favorite is over his shoulders it shelters the storm It's meloncholy and it's bright green and newer than new Every once in a while I don't know what to do Living vicariously 'cause that's a writer will do Put it all in here and then some and do it for you Sinking deep
Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday A different world a new country I found out today It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway Driving on back to my home where the radio's free Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road Every once in a while I just want to explode The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil Every musician I know they just want to be real Yeah All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves Sinkin deep Yeah, sinkin deep Ah-oo lord Ah-oo lord sinkin deep Yeah sinkin Sinkin deep
SFPodcast 105 is here and this week we welcome our mate Timo Veranta to the show! He's released on the label his EP 'Breakfast Club' and he has an upcoming remix for Alexskyspirit's 'Strange Anomaly' - Tune in!
Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not fropm me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at Dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you dig it Love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying, hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm takin cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer
Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not fropm me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at Dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you dig it Love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying, hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm takin cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer
Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not fropm me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at Dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you dig it Love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying, hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm takin cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer
DOOM COOKIE PART 1 WINTER WINTERTIME The bold and ragged beauty of a winter tree Struck Susan as quite odd as she looked to see A table full of papers but none up to date No chance to glimpse beauty when you're running late A far off police siren pierces through the air But Billy doesn't notice and he doesn't care Sirens don't man nothing in the county jail Doing time's the fine when you can't make the bail In wintertime the sun don't shine The ice it shines the world's unkind An accident just happened out on National Pike Some lady ran a red light sliding through the ice Valentine's Day candy scattered on the street Now my car is totaled and it's raining sleet The windows creak and moan as the wind bears down Whipping through a tree branch lying on the ground The screen door whistles loudly and the yard is froze And me I write a song and I can't feel my toes TIME FOR A CHANGE If you remember me you see Think of the blood pumping through If I remember you playing your kazoo Please remember me If I were you and you were me Then just what would you see When feeling kind of rough Looking pretty gruff Be remembering It's time for a change Look around that person Find out what is certain Choose the other curtain Yeah but it might bring the worst in Right now I feel like shit and that's it Right now nobody's here And then I think of you wondering what you'd do If you see me too clear It's time for a change WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AGAIN Christmas means togetherness and love and joy Happiness and presents for the girls and boys Old folk come together and then reminisce Stand beneath the mistletoe and get a kiss Love your friends and kin When Christmas comes again Shout out to the homeless in America The starving out in Asia and in Africa Embrace all of the faiths that would love to kill me The majority of folk through time just weren't free Go remember them When Christmas comes again Make sure that you bring your love at Christmas time People come and go but love is all the time People they pass on but their love still exists So let that love inside your hearts and reminisce Love brings love, my friend When Christmas comes again IT'S HARD Wake up Monday morning and I look around I felt bad this morning and my hair fell to the ground She came by on Wednesday with a wedding ring I ducked out on Thursday, baby, and hocked my wedding ring It's hard So I went out to Seattle to try to find a band But nobody did want me they wouldn't let me lend a hand So I cruised on down to LA and got a new tattoo But nobody knew Chuck Berry songs or "Blue Suede Shoes" It's hard So I went on down to Athens but I played too hard Flew to the Twin Cities but they wouldn't let me in the yard So I hitch hiked back to Baltimore and I shot myself Now I'm paralyzed but I have found myself It's hard 1993 Looking at a corpse at dawn in 1993 Hit and run up the tab in 1993 Here I live in Baltimore in 1993 Born and raised wait to die in 1993 Segregate black and white in 1993 Baltimore Harbor night in 1993 It's like an alcoholic's dream Blue collar bars and disco scenes Poor rage and shoot up the interstate Ain't life oh so great Steaming crabs a baseball day in 1993 No football no subway in 1993 I'm feeling like I'm left behind in 1993 It never changes it never changes in 1993 HAPPY NEW YEARS BABY The nights go on forever dogs bark through the cold UPS trucks rumble through holidays grown old Grey skies hover blindly grey grass lies asleep Grey roads rise through heaven grey breath slowly seeps How many people died when live shrinks and melts in pride Accomplishments are nigh happy new years baby The fireplace burns forgiving so come in from the cold Laughter ells and singing false stories here retold A cat purrs in the corner the music gets a boost The stroke of midnight passes and everyone cuts loose Cocaine and whiskey buzz acid and shrooms a must Heroin and crack for us happy new years baby Sleep when the sun comes up afternoon and throwing up See the folks and suck it up happy new years baby It's just like what Lennon said Years come and go and then you're dead Winter sucks or so I've read Happy new years baby Can't wait 'til spring comes 'round Krokus flowers in the ground Now the stinking fields are brown Happy new years baby EMPTY GLASS I didn't see you when I went out tonight A word or two means nothing to me that don't sound right I live the life of an empty glass I'm glued onto my barstool before the moment's passed If you call the weather I'll call the time If you say you'll be mine Tonight I'm feeling lucky so what's the word from you If I run out of cash before the night is through If I told you my dream you'd slap me in the face So ditch that creep and I'll meet you later It's gotta be the case If you call my number then I'll set the time If you say you'll be you say you'll be mine If I can wake up to you my life would be complete But I compete on a footing unsure When I call your number You set the time If ever you are ever you are If ever you'll be mine mine all mine You'll be mine FIREPLACE MEMORIES The books are kept impeccably An air of sadness from what couldn't be And pictures grace the mantle place All rosy cheeked and freckle faced Separated tender rage She got the kids you got the cage Kids move out a big old house of fireplace memories Alright Now don't no kids mess up the floor A townhouse, baby, no back door The bank is stuffed forever more And the bills rise like the tides It wasn't nothing that you said You thought you loved her in your head In your mind together dead Your graves are side by said So hold on to your fireplace memories All that you got left can't laugh at you And that's the truth 'cause what was true Was what was wrong and now it's gone Satisfaction never comes but your standards are too high And when your gone I'll be right there until your soul floats by And then is lightening strikes you down and crushes all the past Fireplace memories won't die of all things they will last STONER WINTERTIME The cold and ragged beauty of a winter tree Struck Dawn as quite odd as she looked to see A table full of papers but none up to date No chance t glimpse beauty when you're running late A far off police siren pierces through the air But Billy doesn't notice and he doesn't care Sirens don't mean nothing in the county jail Doing time's the fine when you can't make the bail In wintertime The sun don't climb The ice it shines The world's unkind An accident just happened out on National Pike Some lady ran a red light sliding through the ice Valentines day candy scattered on the street Now my car is totaled and it's raining sleet The windows creek and moan as the wind bears down Whipping through a tree branch lying on the ground The screen door whistles loudly and the yard is froze And me I write a song and I can't feel my toes
THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES PART TWO ABE LINCOLN BLUES Man after man has wilted from the pressure and the stress Man after man has wilted from the pressure and the stress If I can't get me a fighting General I'll put my brains all on my desk I take freedom to give it Oh yes I see the irony I take freedom to give it oh yes I see the irony We're the first ones to really do it right It's all coming down to me All these chumps around me they just don't see what's at stake All these chumps around me they just don't see what's a stake You know that ruling's meant for people Not the whims royalty makes I don't want no epitaph don't want no gravestone by my hand I don't want no epitaph don't want no gravestone by my hand Oh no All I'm really wanting Is to unite this promised land Oh guitar America is Zion she ain't perfect yes I know America is Zion she ain't perfect yes I know But when it comes down to it Where the hell else you gonna go? Four score and seven years that's just a blink in history Four score and seven years that's just a blink in history And when the killing's over It's all coming down to me Oh I'll tell yah DEATH IN AMERICA My Gettysburg nurse Takes care of me She is an angel She's the Virgin Mary This town stinks of death Rancid aftermath She reads Walt Whitman What a fucking bloodbath Oh man The Union, sir, means the world to me I'm a Pennsylvania boy American as can be Cut down by rebel fire Now I ain't got no knees Piles of bloody stumps Small price because we're free In America Death in America My Gettysburg nurse Glows in the night Her voice, a poem, soothes my plight Hospital bed It's a schoolroom floor I'll never walk through another door No way My Gettysburg nurse She held my hand I am just a soldier I am just a man July 8th Half past five She smiled at me And then I died For America Death in America ANDERSONVILLE (instrumental) AN EDUCATED MAN I'm an Ivy League colored in the 54 Now I'm living in a tent in '64 I teach these field hands how to read Their ways don't mean a thing to me Antietem gave Lincoln the where with all I'm a chamber music lover in this free for all But I can march and shoot 'cause I'm a man I'm going to gun down some South Carolinians I'm an educated man I'm a fixture up in Boston high society I enlisted, sir, to help to set my people free Took a boat down south it's hot as hell The southern women call me "n*****" while they're ringing on their bells Down a mile of beach Battery Wagner stands To reiterate I am an educated man But my knowledge won't mean a thing to me When I set foot into that killing spree I'm an educated man The first volley caught me in the eye The second one lodged in my thigh In pain I saw the colors fly I stood and rushed the bunker then I Barely missed a cannon blast One more musket ball might be my last I took a shell straight through my knee You bastards SET MY PEOPLE FREE I'm an educated man SHERMAN'S MARCH Gone southern man Gone dixieland Sherman's march to the sea Black race finally set free Burn, Georgia, burn Cry, momma, cry Sherman's march to the sea Black race finally set free Gone, General Lee Gone, General Lee Sherman's march to the sea Black race finally set free APPOMATTOX COURTHOUSE The winter nights were cold and wet We hadn't taken Richmond yet McClellan had us camped out there "Oh Be Joyful" curled me hair General Grant's got bloody hands The Wilderness will test a man I tripped on skulls of Federal Troops I kicked 'em with me Union boots Richmond's sacked and Lee is on the run Jeff Davis has evacuated, son Engaging rebels every day and night Appomattox Courthouse in me sight Bobby Lee was neat and pressed Ulysses Grant just looked a mess We took their guns and sent them home We drank and toasted northern bones I took the train to Maine and then I kissed me wife and punched me friends The whiskey cuts like heaven's knives I can't believe I'm still alive LONG WALK HOME Feet on dirt I'm born to roam Getting on with the long walk home I see these white boys slinking south Old school belles they fill their mouths I wish I would see Massa Ted I'd put a bullet in his head "Fieldhand Slim" they did call me Until Lincoln set me free I'm getting out of Savanah Up through the Carolinas Up north up north I will go I never even seen the snow You fuckers best look out for me I'll show you what a former slave can be Sold my momma raped my wife Whipped me beat me took my life Blue coat black man broke my chains I'm never going back again These white boys pass as I head north Any city any port Feet on dirt I'm born to roam Getting on with the long walk home RISING OUTLAW The sky's devoid of any trees I'm glad I still got two good knees There's a hole in my hand like Jesus Christ I'm a rebel fighting 'til my work is done Well they kilt my family and I dug the graves You can't turn off a fucking wave Still got my rifle I'll steal your horse You'll be staring down the barrel of my gun Fuck the US I must say It's not my country anyway The Second Revolution has come and gone Now I'm robbing trains out in the desert sun I'm a rising outlaw sling my guns I dream about my dead wife and my daughter and son I was hitching up my trusty mule When they burnt my family down I fought their war and truth be told I never thought that I could be so bold Now living with death is all I know I'm rebel pride riding into town Now fuck the generals Fuck the south Fuck the north and shut my mouth Fuck the frontier what's yours is mine I'm raining down lead like hail Fuck the indians Fuck the sky Fuck the earth and say goodbye When I strike you won't see me This war will never end This war will never end ROSA PARKS WALTZ (instrumental) FANDANGO What's the difference War is war Sacrificing All the poor Cannon fodder in the ranks Stones to swords Guns to tanks Dadless kids Rich man's game Leaving corpses And the blind and the lame Peace is respite War is life Poor man's burden And his wife And sonless mothers Power hungry Sick with rage Demand vengeance Blood be paid Death decreed Murdering Beyond bombast Cowards sing We sing We don't deserve good We just don't rate Thugs with weapons Thugs who hate Trapped and cornered Might be dead Fire at will BAYONETS Fandango
THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES PART 1 MOAI (instrumental) FREEDOM AFRICA Freedom Africa I shine on the light I'm a king I walk this land The earth is my gift The spirit flows through me FORT SUMTER BREAKDOWN (instrumental) REBEL STAND Who in the hell do these Lincolnites think they are? Trying to come down on my beloved Stars and Bars Arrogance and cotton is all they think we got But we got fire them Yanks can go to rot I was born in Dixieland I built this house with my two hands And now I take a rebel stand Now what in the hell are these Federals trying to prove? So we seceded we put the Bill Of Rights to use Now I don't give a damn 'bout moldy history But I'll kill me a Yankee because he would kill me If you ask me why I'm fighting It's because you come down here To the land of plenty The skies are blue and clear It's God's country So go the hell back home Or taster my musket My wife and children love me I don't own no slaves I never bothered anyone Nor sent nobody to no grave But now you're pointing guns at me I'm just a farmer can't you see You really left me with no choice The Rebel Yell's my only voice I was born in Dixieland I built this home with my own hands And now I take a rebel stand I guess I'm just a rebel, man YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW You go where you go You die where you You're born where you live You march when you're called You fall when you're hit You charge when you're told Kill or be killed You reap what you sow You bury your dead You cry for your Maw You take a man's boots You murdered his Paw Kill or be killed Pack up and go Die and be dead You reap what you sow You bleed 'til you're dead No water for you The wails of the field At night they haunt you You spit in the dirt You stab in the face Death is a friend Life is disgrace You reap what you sow CSS VIRGINIA No Imagine if you will the CSS Virginia Ramming French ships, where's my spot of tea? Lord I hate the French all for queen and country Let's recognize the Confederacy Let's get revenge for the War of 1812 Our colonies can't rule they're not the crown unto itself That is not right Nor is it polite No Imagine if yu will A powerful alliance Great Britain joined with the good ol' CSA If Jeff Davis keeps it up We'll finally march on Washington Make our empire whole again today MISS KATHRYN Miss Kathryn sits by her window her man's been gone a year He writes letters home to his children his picture shows a beard The farm's going badly the rolling hills they seem to call his name Them damn politicians they don't die but she knows they're to blame All the same Sunshine day People sway The war's a million miles away Lists come back to city hall Her husband's name ain't there today Miss Kathryn thinks back to when it started with euphoria to spare Now all this time later she's just wondering why anybody cared Every night is sleepless and every single damn night is alone She prays every hour for her husband not to die and then to come on home How the kids have grown Ain't no laughter In the windswept pasture The fever grips again tonight Feed the children Try to keep her mind off of this evil plight Hot summer night she turns around and stumbles to her feet Standing up seems strange here in the darkness that seems so damn complete The children are crying she holds them and sings a little song She sheds no tears in front of them She swears that she can't take this for long But she's wrong Sunshine day People sway The war's at her front door today The list come back to city hall Her husband's name was there today CHEYENNE REVERIE I hope wasichu kill each other and leave me alone I hear they're marching all around on land that was our home This land it holds a beauty that wasichu can not see The earth is bigger than a war that's between you and me How can settlers be called that when they just invade They call us savages yet slaughter us Because we're red they think that we are of a lower kind They rape and pillage rape and pillage rape and pillage When they're done their flagellation then they will kill us Their white division is a crime to earth They treat their men as pets and desecrate this holy land The blood will spill the star chiefs lie May the great spirit forgive them for they know not what they do JEB (instrumental) PICKET'S CHARGE There's a town up north Pennsylvania bound A town I never heard A place called Gettysburg We fought for seven days We whooped them yankees good Now Richmond's standing tall Like I knew she would Old Stonewall's come and gone The meanest cuss you'll see With Longstreet at his side We're fighting for General Lee June is hot and I miss my momma true The Cause is why I'm here, son, how 'bout you? How I miss the scent of southern pines We're marching across that Mason Dixon Line Stonewall Jackson's dead His own troops shot him dead We're marching through the north To Lincoln's own back porch We marched through Maryland We didn't touch the land Two days battle gone We're charging come the dawn General Pickett gave the sign and we stood up Cannon fire lit the Federal embankments up The proud red banner hoisted in the air The first volley killed my brother and singed my hair Armistead is dead The summer grass is red Dealt these filthy cards I fell at Pickett's Charge General Armistead is dead The summer grass is red Dealt these bloody cards I fell at Picket's Charge KISS THE SNAKE
CANTANKERONUS PART 2 HOME IS HOME No man can catch her eyes She don't think much of guys With their macho bullshit talking trash To her it just ain't funny, man She's made her way to Beta 9 She heard New Earth's a damn good time She's seen it Yet she's coming back again Them love machines are fine for some When you're all filled up with Martian rum With their whizzing gears sometimes Why they seem just like a person But they don't talk and they don't laugh Unless the program tells them to It really ain't spontaneous But most the folk just don't care No man can catch her eye Nor r-600s with custom thighs But loves where you can get it Take that plunge and don't regret it Her eye is roving still Forever, man, it will Every day's an opportunity That's all she wants to see She leaves New Earth alone Might as well go back home At least her home is home Home is home Brendan - bass, engineering, mixing Ryan - drums SHE FOUGHT FOR WHAT On the interstate Charlene was just a rebel Wrong as long as you're the one carrying a badge In the aftermath of that sky blue El Camino When she took one hell but it didn't hurt too bad Now a polarized consensus leaves a girl without her senses The aftermath was thus as much as but She fought for what Just to make it clear Charlene's Remote Control You could see this swerve like a heel turn telegraphed If you didn't know the scent of burnt rubella Has a healing cypher and a myth just do the math chorus in the place where the bison thunders echo lead that fuel gas her up and get go oh no So the time space loop in the multiverse of stoners Making stories up so the moon becomes the sun Here's a reprobate sexier than Cleopatra Let her fill your lungs up and smoke that son-a-gun chorus dAVE - GUITARS, VOCALS, FLUTE bRIAN - BASS, ENGINEERING, MIXING aNDY - DRUMS AND PERCUSSION SPACESHIPS GUNS AND BOOBIES Yeah Well if it's true Then she'll force it out of her mind Congratulations Fucking up for the umpteenth time They say it's wrong Spaceships guns and boobies ain't got no home But it's a song Can't forget the future when the past ain't ever known She has an Elvis on her dashboard and a Dawn in pendant heart And a dog tag of a fella who was there to play a part When she spreads her legs and kisses everything goes down in flames Just because it's life and death don't mean that this here ain't a game Well had she known She never would have entered but then she did anyway Infatuation That's for little punk ass mealy mouth with nothing much to say But then that's us Just a bunch of followers just glad to be alive It's in the rulebook Right after the chapter that says how to shuck and jive Gimme a one shot dagger Destined to blow my mind No in between Either the top or the bottom line Singing on down the line Spaceships Guns And boobies TIN FOIL GIRL She hates her clothes and so she walks around with nothing on She's all butt naked at the mall she gets arrested, son Spends the night in jail Only thing she wears Is just the ti foil on her head The shrink think's she's crazy so he tries to fill her head with drugs He don't believe the foil transmissions from her kitchen rug Wall to wall by the sink Don't make no sense Just another reason she's insane She tells the shrink exactly just what he does want to hear Her plans have gotten bigger and she sees her time is near Hit's a temporal note A subsonic wave And now the doctors are her slaves Tin Foil Girl she knows exactly how to make some money fast Makes the doctors clone a formula that makes the highs just last Sells it to the numb' Cause they hate their lives Just enough to start her own damn bank When she multiplies the algorythm it's now on its own Keeps on making shit be new it knows the sequence of the clone Tin Foil gets her cut Parties like it's life And then becomes the president She gives a speech up on the mall in downtown Washington Just tin foil on her head and nothing else got no clothes on Cut's her promo well Hits the bullet points The pundits duly play their parts Because she's turned us into marks And only did it for a lark We need a second Noah's Ark EMBRYONIC TONIC Embryonic sludge suck it down tonight Down the delusion make you feel alright Just don't wanna know just don't want to see Just don't want to care just don't want to be Listen, man, I dig everything is wrong Such a stupid thought put it in a song It's a penny ante world that don't amount to shit Ain't got the guts to die so numb yourself to it Here's to you again Pain will never end Time to say "goodbye and hello nanobytes" Let them pull the load you have earned that right With everything you done and everything you know Give yourself to it you deserve it tho You won't come back again Won't feel anything Let that tonic breath let it fill your soul Let it make that real let it gain control Here's to nowhere friends Never ever ends BIRD For fear of everything the ancient pilgrim moaned Alive forever brings whatever else was loaned There is a specialty that no one does dare speak Here in the aftermath of creaking banshee shrieks Inside your crumbled world know you're not alone Outside the insular lonely people roam Dreamers and malcontents and rebels scared to win If even everywhere there's that humming din Like a bird with everything inside Plummets shivering shores collide If it ain't true than we're forever blue If it is I must oblige I feel so bad you see 'cause I can't get what I want With the assumption that our languages just taunt Here on peripheral like lightening in the sea And forged in question marks a language I can't speak Hell, man, it's everywhere a humming tired ennui Of shit that's happenstance we're chosen randomly Directions all a joke salvation is a lie Flyin' like a bird, you see, says "say hey bye bye." Like a bird that soars across the sky Keep on flying 'til we die A new born curse A worn out universe Love and life fall from my eyes yeah WASTING AWAY Way I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I am PEACE AND LOVE MOTHERFUCKER Peace and love, motherfucker and you know this yeah Peace and love with a ruckus and you know this Yeah yeah yeah It's got to happen because it's right In every feature in every sight Drawing a bead on for loving's sake Peace ain't a funeral love ain't a wake From where I'm singing direct to you I want it bad you want it too I want it from you give it to me 'Cause peace and love that shit is free So I walk down to the bar I saw some cover band with used guitars And a heart made out of gold that's already been sold From town Manila to Katmandu Cantankeronus I got that too Give me your loving you got that right 'Cause peace and love that shit is tight STONED HENGE PORTAL Time is running out bellowing through the void Desperate like a beggar methods then employed Time is running out nebula's running in Portal to the horizon portal to everything Galaxial haze ignited The ruse of the excited Oft sore and yet delighted The past was oversited Time is running out on that we can agree Dancing with the bohos under the glassened sea Painting with the artists trusting reason not the gods Fresh water color started the aforementioned lightening rod From here to another planet Through wormhole strings and granite More fun if you don't plan it Winged migrational bandits HO It's non sequitur season I know that I have treasoned I beg one for petition Spectacular omission Remote Control is restless she passes through the gate Psychedelicottically a formal mass debate Ain't no way for her to choose just where she's going to be Close your eyes and wish her luck we're where we need to be Time is running out space is running in Portal event horizon nothing is everything
CANTANKERONUS PART 1 NOWHERE ONES Fifty damn years on down the road I was driving late at night Under pollution lights But it didn't stop the sun from coming up To interrupt Everything I seen And everyone I known My young self stumbled by Too drunk too wonder why Ain't no stars in the sky for the nowhere ones That never won Beat you black and blue Bleed a drop or two I see it in my sights I glimpse it in the night I don't know what is right for the nowhere ones That never won We're the nowhere ones That just begun THE TALE OF THE EL CAMINO The tale of the El Camino She's waltzing and drafting on air Time and relative dimension in space With a consciousness tied to my hair With the breeding of an overhand punch That pukes up a paisley gold flight In the form of a youthful arachnid Opportunity's also called plight Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet Straightening the hill flattening the curve Doing it all night and day Okay Some say that the car has a conscience Some simply say that she's a truck Stock 305 bolstered by a warp drive And a temporal matrix of luck Remote Control found her in the portal But she's been around lo many years Here's what she did 'fore the Big Opera Grid Just a matter of grinding them gears Chorus REMOTE CONTROL The last time we saw Remote Control She was ashes and Dawn had took her soul Then again maybe then it wasn't so Or maybe then it was oh no Now she's tailing our hero Baby Blue She knows that the lies have turned to truth But she never asked for any proof She really didn't care she still don't Remote Control has found her soul Hit that pipe again She's been ready now she's steady It's a laughing zen Well she knows how to live her life as art And romantically construct a part Of a universal broken heart That's weeping tears of laughter and angst It's a muffled laughter when it's time It's a victim of a worthless crime It's a notion sprouting off the vine That's rooted in mischief and pranks chorus As she surveys all that's come to pass She knows her time has come at last To binge and partake of repast And try and change the world oh my If she's magic then so are me and you Like she says "bring the meaning of the truth" It never needs to show a proof In algebraic terms or why chorus LET HER KNOW Roams the landscape all alone Singing "Roam, Sucker, Roam" Dreaming of then again and again When she ushered in a phase Lasted lo these many days Sees her again and then they begin Let her know what to do So she can get a little closer to you What she does what she do Gonna make you look just like a fool She pops in and out quantumly Here and there confusing all who see But those that they do can't believe it's true Sit back and the devil appears But then she knows just what to make it clear What can she do she's falling for you chorus FRAIL & ROTTEN Well he's gone down a road that's fading quickly And he's prone to being homegrown and sickly And he doesn't have a reason for the plodding And his life as of now is frail and rotting Frail and rotten frail and rotten Frail and rotten feeling lame Frail and rotten frail and rotten Frail and rotten what a shame So she threw him down and broke his transom And she held his self respect for ransom And believe me the poor boy up and payed it And felt better not to contemplate it chorus So she moved on and overtook his story And made sure that the scene was trite and hoary 'Cause she really did like that Baby Blue fella And moved on to conquer other cerebella chorus SO WHAT Just so we're clear she's here to party so what The war rolls on forever backdrop so what Sing the song triumphantly while we're circling down the drain So what Another Day another story so what If we're all one then we are nothing so what Feast upon the corpses of what truth it used to mean And throw up Remote Control she doesn't care she don't Well she will say that air is air she won't She might forget to not believe the lies she's hearing all the time She don't I AIN'T GOT THE TIME The air is a question an empty suggestion Of unanswered pauses hinted at before So see here it's beauty but some call it duty She questions it rudely no different than before Mistakes they don't mean nothing At least she's learning something She busts through Atlantis depressively manic She curses the manna that's floating from the sky The whole thing's an orgy all sweaty and largely It's rooted in whispers and hinted in asides You can call us worthless Just don't call us mirthless If she's a movie she's foreign and moody And smoking tobacco meloncholically She ain't wearing nothing emotions erupting She's everyone's something periodically I guess I hadn't listened but now I know it's christened She seizes the meaning and renders it leaning To absolutism poisoning itself Narrative license has eaten the hyphen Oh, god, let it ripen it's sitting on the shelf And I ain't got the time I ain't got the time I just ain't got the time I ain't got the time MOTION & RHYME The glass desert red and blue purple and green It's kicking up dust as it speeds and careens The soldiers look on take their gas masks and gawk 'Cause it's rougher than diamonds uncut and in bulk A space El Camino it travels through time It shakes off the meaning of motion and rhyme She drives it with nothing but guile and sublime Shifts into gear and lets that sucker climb The distance of the emperors shields them from blame They regret the progress and strive to remain But even the ivory towers do spy The car with a truck bed as it whizzes by chorus The soldiers erupt in 3 cheers for the ship She sparks up the motor and's letting her rip She motions for the emperor to come have a sip The soldiers all pause and conform to the grip The V8 moans heavenly blessings of grace It emanates more than the sum of this place It vibrates an echo and leaves not a trace She spits in the goddamn punk emperor's face chorus SEVEN When she breaths again 7 When it's new, my friend, 7 When we feel it then, 7 Remote Control leaves How it's power taken freeform How to know if flowers reborn Can I see forever weeping Found and found and found and creeping Which whatever wasn't freely Or is amidst dregs kept neatly Lifeless or worthless or worsely Evenly unmatched subversely Confounding misuse of structures Of meanings profundity quakes Happenstance rendered illusion Organized in pill form and flakes Motionless call forth the masters Watch as they tremble and slurring How like the others of fables Unlike their rivals and cursing Undo the timeless guerillas Fighting a self war of trusted Timeless like oceans of legends Forfeit succumb if we must not Til we meet again 7 Til it's new, my friend, 7 Til we feel it then 7 Now it's meant to bend 7
TRAVELOGUE THE EAST PART 1 BLOOD Roam, suckers, roam through the markets of Chin Pau With you races full of hope and your pockets full of dollars Roam, suckers, roam with the freedom of life blood Sucking face with grace in a love that's blessed by turmoil Mourn, sucker, mourn 'cause you spit on family blood And you turned your back on Momma, she never turned her back on you Mourn, sucker, mourn with your shoulder slinging nine And that bullet by your heart which your brother broke on purpose Roam, sucker, roam Laugh, sucker, laugh, 'cause revenge is blood that boils And the reason why it is is the reason why we're here Laugh, sucker, laugh 'cause your life's a twisted mess Let's look back in anger to how we got here Roam, sucker, roam Oh, precious blood Relinquishing its hold on what's to be Oh precious blood New day rising bloody still blood still bloody still Blood flows through our veins Dave - vocals, guitars Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering PROUD TO LOVE YOU I'm proud to love you proud to be Yours forever just you and me So proud to be yours so proud to be Together with you forever be Alright One foot in front of the path we seek I'll have you travel through life with me We walk together and so shall be So Proud to love you eternally The path in front of world shall be We walk together so proud to be One foot in front of the path we see We walk together just you and me Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering NORTHERN LIGHTS I'm your captain We'll be on this airplane for a day The arctic circle It won't get in our way To your left now You can see the northern lights Sleep well We'll be in Hong Kong by tomorrow night "Hey, Charlene I never really bought you a ring But I love you And I know that you ain't no 18 But I don't care. I can't believe we can't smoke on the plane Oh well Let's summon the liquor cart again." This is your captain We'll touch down in twenty minutes or so The weather's mild The local time's twelve and change so you know Enjoy your stay hank you for flying with us "Hey, Charlene, I think the bathroom door jammed on us." Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering HONG KONG PLANE Spending time with a rented soul My body tells me which way to flow Billy's trail seems to lead to Seoul Or maybe China, baby, I don't know Hong Kong Plane There's that Billy Redfoot piece of trash That Indian chump and his stripper gash Ooh, baby, this is going to be cool My golden bullet's formed from angel's drool Hong Kong Plane I've always hated my Indian roots So with the government I'm in cahoots Johnny Redfoot is my given name I watched my brother board that Hong Kong Plane Hong Kong Plane Dave - guitars, vocals, keyboards Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion THE BALLAD OF ABRAHAM REDFOOT In ancient times a giant eagle sputtered freely sea to sea His claws could rip a mountain clean his eyes shot fire when the air was free His wingspan birthed ten hurricanes he sculpted much of this here land His greatest triumph was a birth a man I just call "Abraham" Abraham he sired a nation and "freedom" was their guiding word Their skin was red their feathers worn in honor of the ancestral bird Then caucasoids they floated west, set forth, destroyed the Eagle's land They threw litter on the side of the road a tear did stain old Abraham's cheek Then one day on the reservation the Army tapped old Abraham His two sons sucking mother's milk they sent him off to Vietnam Friendly fire it took his life there was nothing left to see Except five toes and an ankle, man, hence the name of "redfoot" came to be Momma Redfoot died of grief Redfoot boys played hoops and all Drank their whiskey, drank it neat, two young men with a basketball Then one Redfoot brother took the other's girl drove to New York and left her there The other brother joined the FBI but they didn't make him cut his hair Now you know it you seen it all a story old as euro myths In the spirit world Abraham sighs he says "D'IH!" Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - percussion and drums JOHN WAYNE'S LAMENT The gravestone gave the name The gravestone gave the date The gravestone don't talk back The gravestone's what I hate Hello, Dad, I miss you though I never knew you And I wonder was it because of me And I never got the chance to say "I love you" Father, listen to me I took a look and I found out That that ain't the way it goes Hello, Dad, I miss you The house is old and gray The house don't give no dates The house is full of fear The house is what I hate Hello, Mom, I love you though I never told you When I was younger you took care of me But now I'm growing older growing smaller Momma, listen to me I took a look and I found out That that ain't the way to go Hello, Mom, I love you Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion RETURNING I've puked more whiskey than you'll ever drink I've forgotten more shit than you'll ever think I kick more ass than Chingiss Khan I'm an egomaniac running rampant on the man Kiss my cynical ass you clueless motherfucker I'll make sure I'm fucking your wife and your mother Here's my fingers and here's my fist Lay low the arrangement if you get my gist The cream rises to the top I'm a dreg in the bottom I met Abe Lincoln and I motherfucking shot him It doesn't make a difference what anybody thinks So what so where so how you blinked Got fire in my eyes and blood on my face Drop the green flag, bitch, so let's start this race Hubba hubba hubba here comes trouble Cut me some slack now don't bust my bubble I come halfway around the world to fight So let's get this party started right Once upon a time there was a punk ass Indian He fucking pissed me off because he took all of my winnings In an Alabama bar abutting Louisiana So I followed that boy straight up through Texarkana And some G-man chump out of New York City My mission is seek revenge on pity I say hubba hubba hubba here comes trouble I'll reduce this town to smoldering rubble Billy Redfoot, hell, he won my hyde He got more than money, boys, he stole my pride So I'm on his ass like a meth head on blow Shit I followed them all down to West Mexico Hell I even heard tell that he's headed to China I'm on the pacific you know I will find a Way to wreak revenge on the only man ever Laid claim to my crown as the best gambler ever I Lived in the shadows while I plotted my revenge Every scenario of torture and pain Pliers and razors and electric cables Chains and hooks and bloody horse stables Break every metatarsal with sadistic glee Fill his lungs with gasoline and then light the sneeze Dig my thumbs in his eyes 'til they're wet with goo Sharp razors laced through his stupid shoes Sulfuric acid to scar them legs Then make him crawl and make him beg The worst part's I might hurt my knuckles The best part's I will watch him buckle Hey there, boy, here I stand let me proclaim I am here to remove from you all but your name For the beating I serve up shall be more than blood That spills from you like breath from a newborn and 'cause You have ruined my life I shall extract your soul From your life force and then I will highly extol My instance as the man and then you as the bitch So just give me the pliers so I can scratch this itch That bating that I threw down it almost took his life It felt so good to see him cry right in front of his wife So I admit it I just took her through a bag atop her head Tossed that boy out like the trash top of the world, yo, I'm kicking ass We got up to my yacht and then I said said she could go free She said her husband's not a man why the only man here on Chin Pau's me I got all of the money and I got that piece of ass Fuck all day drink all night hey shit, y'all, let the good times blast It's like I took my inner good and set that bitch on fire I'm still a young man, as it goes, but hell it's all time to retire I'll sleep on piles of money and I'll never be alone It's amazing on the China Sea well shit, man, I'm finally home Hey, baby, Daddy's home Dave - guitars, vocals, piano Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion I SURRENDER My brain isn't working my body is broken I'm in the abyss I'm a sacrifice She's his like a liar controlled by her greed And the sun is another one cursing my life It's over it's over it's all fucking over I'm nothing clear back to a different man's ghost Use vengeance as anger and life as a weapon Cancerous here leading my self doubt to grow He is the cancer she is the cancer And he is the cancer but I I am not The water keeps rising the sirens are wailing I'm sweeping up cities and making them rot I surrender Who's the disease spreading and razing Chewing up tissues and spitting out ghosts? My brain's in retreat my body is bleeding I'm giving up everything neither or both My blood it tastes funny upon my tongue It's laughing and darting and staring the sky I surrender already I don't have the passion I don't feel the need to even ask why I surrender Everyone's blameless and gone is the passion I don't have the strength or the caring to cry I don't care about the ending or even the middle Once upon a time a man simply died I don't want no punishment taught as a lesson I don't need to learn any new god damn things I'm turning my mind off I'm turning my heart off I'm going to sleep 'cause I've nothing to bring My brain isn't working my body is broken I'm in the abyss I'm the sacrifice The war and the battle teamed up and beat me Humiliated and timid with life Leave me be Let me lie Lie on back Bathe my pain I'm headed down That lonesome spiral Ain't never gonna see me Ever again I have peaked I am meek I am weak I can't sleep I surrender I pretend or I'm the problem From the rostrum Now I'm gone Like this song 'Cause I'm wrong Dave - guitars, vocals, keyboards Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion SHANGHAI SUSAN I came to and saw her staring down at me At my bloody body where was I to be She was Shanghai Susan as introduced to me I never felt so low as I did when remembering When I last saw Charlene she had gone with Troubadour I guess I left my manhood scattered 'cross the floor As I get my bearings I turn back to the door And leave that world behind because I'm sucked dry to my core Shanghai Susan is introducing me To a world where hope is less than just a dead man's memory My choice will be nothing and nothing's what I'll be In the great abyss with a dead man's hope I'm free Troubadour and Charlene I think they've disappeared Into something when I;m nothing as my path it now shines clear Opium she soothes me like an ancient lover's scent Shanghai Susan embraces me I know my soul is spent I Have Found My Home Dave - guitars, vocals, keyboards Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion
TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 2 AMERICA I been looking for America in rock and roll and football And right now I can't tell stories coz I feel distant from you all Merging mergers fund the way confusing and too mindless The money man's greed bloodies hand an appendage of the spineless On a mountain a lone banjo player wails He's toothless and all moonshined up The ancient bluesman joins him for a solo Together they just puke it up There ain't no money in forgiveness unless you're already famous Not none of us not me or you not one of us is blameless A culture built on jealousy of those who we're protecting They hate us and we hate them our effigy they're erecting One world minus one is all we got The banjo player doesn't care at all The ancient bluesman slides into the bridge The tempo slows to an ungodly crawl Yeah The banjo burns the mountains to the delta The guitar summons hurricanes by thought The public eats it up online like vultures What is sold is what is lost is bought America's a goddess with her heel on those of color America's the homeless dream of Saddam Hussein's brother America's the stars and stripes that choke til death is purer America's decision falls on some compromised juror The instrumental slowly fades away The tempo disseminates into dust The silver dollar lunges through the turnstyle Entropy becomes pain and disgust dAVE - MANDOLIN AND VOCALS HIGH NOON 1 2 3 4 Billy turned to leave Charlene turned to leave John Wayne can't believe That they're gonna leave John Wayne's got a gun Billy's got a gun John Wayne shot his gun Billy wouldn't run Gunshots in the desert High noon in the desert Billy isn't hit John Wayne's aim is shit Billy shot his gun John Wayne wouldn't run High noon brings the hell Fate controls the shell John Wayne he got hit Billy's aim's the shit Gunshots in the desert High noon in the desert Billy's on the run Charlene's on the run John Wayne's got a gun John Wayne's got a gun Roam, sucker, roam Dave - guitar and vocals Joe - guitar Brian - bass Wil - drums VEGAS MARRIAGE Texas is fading fast Look at them South Dakota plates That Caddy is our next blast Headed west suck the desert dry The FBI ain't no match for me Look at old Billy Redfoot fly Charlene's face is in my lap Blasting through the Vegas skyline baby Gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates I think the preacher's gonna die He's choking up chunks of lung like chocolate pudding Me and Charlene got to laugh I'm glad she snagged some extra napkins from the diner The organ player she's a whore She gave Charlene her business card The ceiling seems somewhat stained Charlene said "How did those stains get up there?" I'm gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates I took her as my lawful wedded wife then I fucked her in the Cadillac The future seems to be a shining beacon in the night It is unwritten so a breath of newness flows through me like benign poison Diamonds sparkle like a Mozart song we're tripping balls so say "so long" We're in a psychedelic orgasmic euphoria Dave - guitars, vocals, organ Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering A REAR VIEW MIRROR There's a window by a courtyard by a house It's six hundred and thirty five pieces give or take It's seen five families pass by Now it can't reflect of the sky as the night time goes by There's a bible by the window by the courtyard but now it's just ash By the bible's a safe holding letters, it never held cash By the safe is a little girl's doll And the bones of a dog on the prowl It likes next to the doll Oo oh There's a football by the doll it's deflated and caked to the earth Over top of the house is a freeway, a modern world birth Now last time the house just collapsed It's usefulness gone now perhaps Now it's muddy bike tracks Oo oh Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion I'M JOHN WAYNE Bullet wound nothing new I'm on the trail hot pursuit That Indian punk that bitch of his Going to rip their eyes out piss on up inside their skulls I'm John Wayne I'm born to kill so suit me up The government recruit me up I'm daddy-o I'm fucking gone Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill I'm John Wayne I got the urge the urge to maim I must inflict inflict my pain Got my hands got my mind Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill All the time I'm John Wayne Dave - guitars, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering WEST MEXICO West Mexico just feels so empty to me Beautiful people sunning themselves We've smoked up everything in town We look like walking trash Makes me and Charlene laugh I want to fuck her in the sand I want to fuck her in the sand I want to fuck her in the sand We're getting out of here, man We're off to Asia West Mexico feels a bit sadder to me Like a barroom brawl in a library Like a fish stuck up in a tree Like somebody else's memories Flashing straight through me West Mexico seems so selfish to me It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life in my dreams And I see the lions on the shore Like Poppa and the Old Man had done before And I wonder "are they starting to roar Or are they just starting to snore?" Release me release me release me release me West Mexico I'm too tired to see What's surrounding me What's surrounding me What's surrounding me What's surrounding me? Release me release me release me release me Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering SHE She had never seen America before, pure America, full of hatred, racism, religious intolerance, endless strip malls, and opportunity. She never learned much at school, maybe how to blow marijuana smoke into a roll of toilet paper in the girl's bathroom. What she did learn had nothing to do with books, teachers, standing in line, none of that shit. What she learned was "always be on guard. If you see an opening do it to them before they do it to you. And when all else fails? Run." When she was a little girl she thought of love as a mystery. When she got a little older she viewed it as a cruel liar. Now it's her life. Sex is sex. Drugs are drugs. Eating ain't cheating. And hugs are shrugs. She says "I'm going to ride this palomino 'til I get to the promised land, 'til Jesus as the devil himself opens up her arms to me and says..." "You're finally home." Dave - guitars, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering LEAVE TOWN He'll come looking before long It's after sunset get along It ain't worth it give it up Locked and loaded saddle up It's wide open Comes approaching look your best Clock is ticking never rests Heart is beating out of time He'll come gunning by and by It's wide open Don't go down Just leave town Dave - guitars, vocals Brain - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering
TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 1 OPEN ROAD I want an open road I want to drive away But nobody got a second chance Giving up too fast I want to play my hand But nobody got a second chance I Will crawl to you I will die for you But I warn you I cry too I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud A tune that's meant to drown another's pain I need an open road I got to fly away 'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane What'd you say to me Oh why can't I see What's so goddamn wrong with me Oh why can't I see Break it down I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom I want an open book I got to write my story true So the end won't ever no never come too soon Dave - guitar and vocal Brendan - bass, production Ryan - drums ROAM, SUCKER, ROAM Running away from no place Turning away from god's grace Constantly getting outpaced Roam, sucker, roam Running away to nowhere Pay a toll to get there Wet and cold and laid bare Roam sucker roam A twenty dollar phone card Left in someone's back yard But you ain't got nobody to call Oh no Like a license plate in Braille Like wine without a grail Nobody's there is all Alright Roam, sucker roam There's a light that shines on Friday It's hovering just past the one way Got nothing much left to say But roam, sucker, roam Like the devil out of hell I guess it's just as well Because he swore he'd never tell Roam, sucker, roam You know that trying to lose is still trying Laughing at pain ain't crying Sucking at life ain't dying, my friend Like the space between two walls Like a door without a hall Like a spring without a fall Alright Roam, sucker, roam Dave - mandolins, vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - drums CRAZY FUCKER Sup Creamy thighs Druggy "fuck me" eyes Scarred and high Drinking all the time She wakes up Brushes off the crust Says out loud "A cocaine wheel don't rust" I said "what?" She goes to the homeless shelter Raises her arms high above her Goes to work and shakes her titties Goddamn man she sure looks pretty She's a crazy fucker Sucks her thumb These depraved men are dumb Shoots her gun Garter full of ones She's wasted dancing kind of shoddy Pukes all on her naked body She's a crazy fucker Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and effects Brian - bass Wil - drums and percussion HERE WE GO Well I'm a small town schlub and I hate the big city Can't smoke in restaurants the bitches pay to be too pretty Everyone's a fake with their cell phones ringing Fucking punk jerks condescending money clinging Guns and tons of chalk outlines drawn all over me Dead trees, kids on crack, high financing with smack Got your suit and tie zombies And your phony show business fucks They suck life sucks so what So I'm headed on out to the strip club desert Gonna get me a woman proceed out west To the smooth Pacific Ocean way of west Mexico Here I Go here I go Here I go Here I go yeah Well I was running from the law by the age of 15 Stole an El Camino bound for New York City I did a hitch in the service but I missed Bush's war thank god Well they booted me out dishonorably I couldn't take their fucking rules fuck the USA And I'd like to kill the president but really what for All's I'm looking for's a door Well I knocked off a liquor store somewhere in Brooklyn Hit the Jersey Turnpike bound for Ef El Ay Took a right on 85 somewhere in Virginia Hit the strip joint watch the ladies dancing for me Emotionally retarded's what they called me in the service I beat that doctor down with the back of my hand Anyway I met a stripper she was barely 18 At least that's what she told me Who am I to say Yeah I fucked her in the bathroom spilled whiskey on my shirt Then we headed for the desert The warm warm desert When the sun came up I said "hey, my name's Billy" She said "I'm Charlene" I said here we go Here we go Sleeping outside with my gun in my hand I glanced at Charlene as she snored so softly The crickets were loud and the cars on the highway Made it sound just like the beach Well I kissed Charlene She awoke slowly then she folded my socks Damn near 95 degrees it's barely 9:30 That's summer for you, babe, south of the Mason Dixon Line Yeah we gassed up that El Camino threw the gun under the seat Drove down through Alabama bound for New Orleans Here we go Dave - guitars. mandolin, banjo, vocals Joe - guitars, string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums TROUBADOR BOSTON, RIVERBOAT GAMBLER Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler That's my nom de plume But I ain't ever wrote down anything My brain ain't got t the room You can find me on the Mississippi Gambling noon to noon A Derringer strapped to my leg A garter on my shoulder blade These Alabama chumps are made I used to be a football player the endzone was my home My roguish charm's well documented I got a roving bone Vegas she's too dry for me so Bilouxi is my home Blackjack. baby, roulette too But poker's my rapscallion glue I've won in Cleveland Phoenix too My fortune she just grew and grew I got a yacht in the Gulf waters true My novel she's a thing of beauty atmospherically It revolves around my gambling ways for everyone to see I'm working on a prequel it's called "Me When I Was Three" I'm a literary tour de force But nothing's written down of course The women they want more and more Of my troubador troubador troubador troubador As long as I'm a novelist hell well I'm a painter too The whole wide world's my canvas and my gambling is the glue I'm an artist cursed with luck, oh well I'm gonna get my dew phew Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler I'm an artist rolling dice Dave - banjo and vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - percussion ALABAMA BAR Alabama bar is far from home When you are Apache you're just wrong Rebel flags fly high up on a pole Give me whiskey for to sooth my soul Got into a card game close to three Charlene sitting pretty next to me Call me Billy Redfoot that's my name You rednecks best be packing all the same You see Ever since I went away There's too much at stake for me to stay Anywhere Tripping back to the Ante Bellum south Cotton field slaves dying hand to mouth A comet tail flies scorching through my brain Good god I think I've gone insane I took my winnings rumbled out My head was spinning all about Charlene took the keys and flew I got more than woes and blues I'm cracking up Sweating through my vision shame Questing crying towards the flame Floating listlessly I see I see my daddy hangin' from a tree No that's me Alabama bar I say so long To fight for glory never seemed so wrong There ain't much to keep me anywhere Me and Charlene shouldn't even care Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - slide Brian - bass Wil - drums and glasses FBI MAN FBI man Go man go man Interstate at night The moon is my streetlight Gonna find that Billy Redfoot son of a bitch Interstate at dawn Got my holster on I'm a searching on I'm John Wayne Man Go man go man FBI man Go go go man Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals DIRTY SHAME What a shame Dirty shame All the same Dirty shame yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Lordy me Glory be Mercy me Glory be yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame JOE! Holy shit It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Oh looky here Dave - guitars and vocals Brendan - bass and production Ryan - drums THE ABBEY There's a little rock and roll bar with hillbilly Sundays Way down on Decatur Street I done crawled inside a whiskey bottle And I kind of lost my feet God I miss my woman sitting home in ol' B'more I'll drink until the sun comes up And then make love to the hotel floor But as for now I'm on Decatur Street The Circle 9 Acoustic Tour's a drunken fiasco Bars don't close in New Orleans But right now it's time to roll Headed west to Vegas load the van and hit the road We're a hundred mile an hour pharmacy With a rock and roll, payload We left out livers on Decatur Street Livers on Decatur Street When I get home I'm going to sleep for forty days Make love to my woman 'til the Christmas holidays Go to Iamp's and then proceed to pound In honor of that little Nawlins bar that me and Kassy found The Abbey on Decatur Street DA Leave me alone and go suck a bone and Get the fuck out of my shit Thanks a lot, dick You dumb stupid prick You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass You dumb piece of trash You chump bitch ass You stupid ass son of a bitch Go fuck yourself Get your head out of your ass You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Hell I never thought I'd see An ass as dumb as you can be Never in my life You eat shit you stupid motherfucker Man you suck You stupid fuck You idiot bastard fuck face Fuck you Fuck ball You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Dave - guitars, vocals, lap Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals TEXAS THUNDERSTORM She floated down from Oklahoma She left destruction in her wake She aroused me and cleansed my visions She destroyed me oh My spirit aches We roll through Texas And dodge tornadoes It's noon but midnight I feel reborn My gun is warm in Charlene's soft caress Making love in this Texas Thunderstorm You know that Texas She feels so mighty You always You have far to go I saw Agent John Wayne Pull his pistol So I shot him whoa Here we go Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums
THE CULT PART 1: REVIVAL WON'T YOU COME BACK HOME The sun really ain't too bright but I got to squint to see anyway Sleeping in a stranger's car I jerk when it starts to sway I said "I'm just in from Jerusalem I'm just in from the sun" A six string in a gunny sack I'm looking to have some fun I been high every single night Won't you come back home with me And won't you try to be with me tonight Won't you come back home with me So I strolled up to the bar I said "I'll play if I can drink for free" The bartender started to laugh hell the whole place was staring at me So I pulled out my black Les Paul I said "You better give me some room." I put my fingers down on the strings and I proceeded to sonic boom When I was done the bartender smiled he said "We knew you'd come our way We heard lots of stories 'round here stuff we're afraid to say." I said that I was just doing my job trying to make my guitar bleed I got my sack and I walked on out and I recited the Apostle's Creed chorus Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering A DULL SHADE OF PAGAN Well I had a dream last night All around me the party was raging Elvis was our God The sky was a dull shade of pagan We sacrificed our lives Dawn she showed the way in So I had a dream last night Ain't phony I ain't faking A dull shade of pagan The party was raging Folks were engaging The dull shade of pagan So I figured I could spread the word In a way that won't pay taxes Religiousity As long as the song relaxes It's a new mythology Pilfered from the old ones Sold as if it's new Gospel of the bold ones chorus So I got it up and running In a tent by The Rotting Sea Spread the word of Elvis All for a nominal fee Rob them suckers blind Preaching like a magma Cause that break to bind Not really going to scam you chorus Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering I AM THE ELVIS Elvis is the savior and Elvis is the king Elvis stopped the war and made us all break out and sing Elvis made me see the light Made me never want to fight I am Elvis I am god Join the flock and suck my rod Elvis has risen People, have you heard the news It's better than you could have dreamed Elvis has come back to us and left the movie screen Give him praise and me your funds Elvis Presley's number one I am Elvis I am god Join the flock and suck my rod Elvis has risen Let me have the congregation jumping to its feet Let me have 'em getting naked dancing in the streets Elvis has me seen the light Made us never want to fight I am Elvis I am god Join the flock and suck my rod Elvis has risen I am the Elvis Goo goo ga joob Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums TOWN TO BURG We were travelling last night when We pulled up to shining lights and We talked about mysticism We left early as is our whim We set sail the morning after Had them hanging from the rafters Honestly there's something to this Even though no one can prove this We roll town to burg Shouting Elvis' name and spreading his good word We see all to those believe Crash town like a wave then roll up stakes and leave Truth be told the crowds they scare me What if once they tried to dare me I would say "It's faith just trust me." Ain't no way these fools will bust me chorus Dave - guitars, banjo, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums HEY GROUPIE Hey, groupie, with your cheap tattoos Come cure this poor boy blues It all comes naturally So let yourself be free We're all just lost to be Tonight Hey, groupie, writhing through the day Conform with all we say Give freedom to the beast Let fractious souls unleash A feeding without feast Tonight Hey, groupie, did you ever know A question answered no? A falcon flew at dusk It smelled of sweat and musk It sang a song and busked Tonight Hey, groupie, what's this game? Hey, groupie, what's this pain? Teach it to the lost Populated frost Gone like other's moss Tonight Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica, slide guitars Brian, bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian -mastering FUND THE TRIUMVIRATE Damn pleased to meet me the pleasure is all yours Ain't you glad to see me here I open spiritual doors Nothing's prohibited Do what you feel Nothing's your fault Illusion is real Fund the triumvirate of Chingiss and Caesar and me Give me retrofitted scriptures so they can make sense Charge a fee from me to thee subsequent recompense Shake your ass and clap your hands interactionally Dig deep now, you fucking marks, and give it unto me (chorus) Let us breed and multiply and fill this fucking earth Let us gain control so we can say who can be birthed Let us say what's wrong and right and kill those who oppose Let us make up words like "good" and "evil" just like those Dave - guitars and vocals Brian, bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian- mastering SNIPER Is he the one? Baby Blue gun Yes he's the one Run Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums FLOATING I don't belong here You belong here We belong here Don't be long Smooth sailing Cool breeze Breath failing True freeze Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering HOSPITAL BED Hospital bed I thought I was dead I'm living instead I rose from the dead So let us break bread blue suede shoes now red In my hospital bed I question my life I question my time I question existence I question this rhyme I question the sun I question the son In my hospital bed Scripture number one be a hound dog, son Scripture number two sing and don't be cruel Hospital bed the scriptures I've read He rose from the dead and Elvis ain't dead It's all in my head all in my head In my hospital bed The legions they come they rise with the sun The army's begun a million and one It's not in my head not in my head In my hospital bed Scripture number three love me tenderly Scripture number 4 close my fucking door WESTWARD In the bed next to me the man looks just like me He said "My name is Angel White, boy, what is yours?" "I'm Baby Blue" I said to him he squinted back at me again And then he stood up walked away and closed the door I'm standing in a mirrored hall I punch and kick at every wall I fall my knuckles bloodied dripping to the ground I look up and see Angel White just disappear into the night There is a term for this if not then just a sound When I'm standing tall I can't help but fall When I'm on my knees I feel truly free When I see Remote Control she would just offer me a bowl And then she mesmerized explicitly at Dawn As she came tome again she fluctuated slightly then She misquoted all of the words I heard before She populated like a breeze that had a different chain link sleeve Of retributions paid and other ones that lost As she split the sun in half She moved against the righteous path And climbed down from the perch that never paid the cost As I stood to see that it wasn't me In that playful past of iconoclasts The old man shuffled past me there his flask was metal facial hair He had a jumpsuit on of rhinestones shining white Never gave me wisdom once I didn't ask for other ones But then I saw it as a lecture from respite Did he really give a shit I didn't think he was legit But then the world's a work and we're all fucking marks The greatest con became the truth Falsified by the unclaimed youth Of everyone it fades away into a spark I'm so goddamned tired I'm so goddamn mired Will it ever end probably not, my friend When a man ain't got no home there's one thing left he's born to roam But then again to run away's too aching sad As a pilgrim from the rest who like to propagate the best Of worst things everywhere there's money to be had So I disappeared to see if when a people can't be free That you can drown your sorrows just from passing through Guess we'll never really know but it's sure fun to try to though And if you don't agree I ain't got time for you All my bullets gone shot through by this song Westward let us roam make the road our home Dave - guitar, vocals, harmonica Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering OLD MAN BLUES ACOUSTIC Old man blues, understand? Drunk as shit, I'm a man I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall Don't fuck with me, son I'll whup your ass, all y'all Say what's up yo baby what's up Said I try to figure out yo baby what's up I moan the blues I ain't ever died I ain't never laughed I ain't never cried Shook hands with the devil cut my deals with the Lord I'm froze to iron of what you can't afford Said what's up I seen the rules so I done wrote my own I deconstructed the gospel with a black cat bone The thorn covered rail that's the path of the righteous Got the voodoo hoedown just don't wait to invite us You know vengeance ain't passion it's a loser's gold Dawn's eyes shine a light make a slight man bold Where the swamp licks the ocean that's where we meet our fate So if you're running to Jesus your ass better not be late Say what's up
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05 ...When we did it in my living room...or dining room. 10 Yeah, that's crazy. 15 Just do the normal two seconds. 20 (sniff grunt) 25 But it's just a different order now. 30 There's the big fluffy kind of fuzzy tone on the Les Paul. 35 Uh, lifting your legs up like this? 40 We played with him. 45 The Festival Of Fertility 50 ...Stuff with the chords and not any riff things. 55 How much is that costing them?
05 So it starts off with Andy's nice little beautiful percussion 10 You know how like they do in musicals? 15 I didn't get that shit. 20 Time heals all wounds and wounds all heals. 25 Now we have traffic. 30 They just had too much going on, man. 35 We're going to have to do something about your cursing, young man. 40 The sunken city off the coast of Cuba. 45 G major is the same solo as E minor. 50 ...and I get out of my car... 55 I can't remember the damn root at all. 60 Got all the weird little things. 65 Is that where he shops? 70 This sounds cool when you slow it down.
THE WAR PART 2: DAWN CITY FRONT LINE Dig it murder's suicide alright Suck it stubbornness is pride inside Fuck it breathing nitrogen again Shoot it war's a pathogen my friend I feel patricidal won't you come and slow my world? Here now downright tribal won't you come and slow my world I been laid low I been can't go I been fathomed out Where's my peep hole drenched in trench low is the highest bout I'd surrender or pretend or not to kiss the mud Blood and lice and smoke and lice and dying in the crud goddammit Only oceans fear and oceans beach to desert stretch There's a line around the earth to fucking heave and wretch Every single goddamn walker's fighting in this war Men and women all religions not the rich but poor goddammit I am drenched in pouring rain Maybe I have gone insane Only feeling here is pain Everything I do's in vain Right now I just want to die Take a chance and try to fly Depression has doused my soul I have lost all my control Depression cradle me depression soothe me Solve everything violently Kill 'em all and let 'em be Rock and rolling glory be I am drowning in a see of depression Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering HELL ON EARTH There ain't no good or evil here Grace has just up and disappeared Everything's too fucking loud Collectively we're a mushroom cloud The ground beneath me creeks and moans The sky above is filled with drones The singularity is worthless This brutality is just senseless The maelstrom sucks dry every lung It doubles down on flares of sun The war city's a battleship Plastics forged from hearts and hips The rich sit back and place their bets This isn't armageddon yet The selfish wants of greed protrudes The moneymaking then ensues As long as this machine does hum Cannibals, daughters and sons It chews them up and spits them out Humanity ain't got no clout The writers write of fogs of war The fighters fight the scorers score Language warps primordial thought Human life is sold and bought Ain't no good and evil here Ain't no good or evil here Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering ARCTIC WAR I'm in the Arctic War and the Antarctic War The ice is pink and black the sky is brown and grey It's arbitrary, man, who you fight for today It's geographic, man, for that they make you pay For that they make you pay This murder's never stopped since hands picked up a rock It's cities and it's dust it's all downhill from here We blew it when we tried to kick it into gear Philosophy is dead on that we all are clear On that we all are clear FIGHT! The rumblings wake me up with blazing guns and then The sky it opens up and Dawn she blazes fire Through Elvis Presley's face the Czar and Khan retire The mood it lightens up and Dawn douses the fire So Dawn she saved the world Or maybe just my brain Or maybe all of us Or maybe just the pain Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, sound engineering, mixing Sharon Santos - drums Ian Burke - mastering ATOM BOMB Well I feel alright maybe a bit uptight I'm on a transport boat it's like a new remote Got a floating thumb like a number one Half another one loaded half my gun On a factory ship they stole a rather zip Get me out of there where the air to care Less of everything bring the sing ring thing At the quarter mark played without the stark Leave the war behind in effort sublime Of a human skull filled with less than null Here the yells and coughs Feeding at the trough Like an eagle's wings sing the ring thing bring It to newfound lathes baths and crass crash labs Feed me nitrogen pennies current slim From a battle zone smelling like ozone Peace will set me free if I want to be Sing the joys of life na na na na na na Uplift me uplift me tra la la Does anything really ever happen How 'bout them migrants at the door You got the money for the answer You got the money for the floor When I looked around was Atlantis bound Got PTSD got that shit for free It's a genesis it's a catharsis It's a love ornate let's copulate I got a song for you It's heaving like a clue I got to radiate And build my love from hate I broke the atom bomb KABOOM I felt it I felt it give me room I heard the drums a-beating goddamn I heard the march retreating, man Like the towers fall Dawn City enthralled It's an edifice it's an urban myth She's the Atom Bomb she's the right aplomb Boil and salt to taste then repatriate I got a song for you It's heaving like a clue I got to radiate And build my love from hate Within the City's gates I don't ingratiate Or have a trust in fate Dave - vocals and guitars Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering BIRTHDAY PARTY Welcome to my birthday party but it hasn't started Until you're gone Violence the pot is brimming We're all just swimming in it's song Why can't you see that this ain't no party I wonder if my heart is showing And if you're knowing who I am I wonder because I can feel you But not see through you if I can My questions ain't small War it kills us all I just want to know what's right that's all That's all People they fill me with questions The world is spinning under me Catch it a thought is drifting I'm sitting sifting come float with me Listen to me and join my party So let's get started Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, and mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering ANOTHER SPOT Right time it's a long time to be waiting But I don't mind Quite fine another time to let go Shrinking 'cause I'm thinking that I'm blinking At reality I got another spot in my soul Seen you in your glory will you sell me For a story You got a b-line to my soul Gift me with your loving or Thrift me from above when I got another spot in my soul Dave - guitars and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering IT'S ONLY JUST A GAME Midlife crisis in prescription pills but the buffer never came Fallen swords flown free form faster but they all just sound the same It's only just a game Got no witness call our misdeeds Over by the dawn Catch a glimpse of something better Blink and then it's gone Let the meaning of the words Get scrambled by the dregs Give a sense of meaningless An arm and two new legs It's only just a game I went before the tribune and I stammered my defense Got a playful greeting said the sentence recompense Kiss me twice but fool me never where'd she put the key Get them handcuffs melt 'em down and then Just give them back to me It's only just a game It's more than just a game Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering SHE'S DAWN Here's a story truth be told Of woebegone fortuneless bold And shattered minds on ecstasy Caressing and so endlessly And through the meanings of the pines As underground as concubines A harem made of robot parts Conveyed through trays of structure hearts Grappled over and then some Sucking on my fucking thumb Pleased the barker lies be sought Fissured lives of astronauts And then she said "You're all dismissed." With kisses made from mountain mist She's Dawn she fucking floats in the sky She's Dawn she's always higher than high She's Dawn recycled from a myth She's Dawn a modern sarcophagus As I knelt I felt her scent Fucked her in her covenant Would she bless me with a kiss Or a fateful unnamed bliss Sanctioned by a godless ton As it was it's kind of fun What again was then it ain't Can't remember no complaints Did the anniversary Give a gift of common glee Punctured wounds that bled of silk Fractured by the mother's milk Stranded on a nearby shore Booked tonight forever more chorus Dave - vocals, guitars Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering PARANOID I'm a paranoid sucker 'cause I know they're out to get me And my fists with a wish for a laid back twist And surviving turned to thriving turned to starving turned to what In an icon fractured clog bogged down when it's found All around a different town or city dwelling yelling nothing At an existential fog or bog or something else entirely Or a laser or a frog toed sloppy domed slow burn Other sucker looser with a punch a bunch of these here Unrehearsed gems floating down again but then again A friend has other needs feed iambic tantric greed Got a surfing webbed foot soot choked smoke it up Smoke it up suck it down don't cough cough cough Been a jealous zealous fool guy why fry wide eyed Sky up below or throw the other one again or then Did I say she was a friend when or then is when again How's now let it go or else it bows so here we go Man she leans and she dips and she drinks and she strips And she swerves and she curves and she knows and she glows But she hears and she nears and she queers and she lears When she lunges and she plunges and she hinges and she plummets As she cries and she lies and she flies and she sighs If she knows and she grows and she slows and she flows If she was or she must or she's just or she's rust When she flips and she dips and she rips and she sips As she kisses and she misses and she hisses and she disses Then she fucks and she sucks and she trucks and she mucks For she screams and she dreams and she beams and she reams And she straps and she naps and she raps and she straps 'Cause she fights and sh's right and she's might and she's night And she's day and she's here and she's far and she's near When the paranoia took me like a volcano it shook me The tsunami was a birthrite and the actress got the words right If it ever didn't happen then I thought it maybe might If there ever was a doubt it wasn't right My soliloquy is broken like a wrestling gimmick My cantankerous mind failed to lure or to mimic Felt betrayed when she stayed and bereft when she left Felt a cringe become a frown and I put that sucker down If there ever was a modern one it never came to me If there ever was another one to see Back it up now you're good cut it hard tap the brake Slake the thirst you're the worst kiss the night Float above the fray Let it go. Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering RUST I didn't know that the show would not go back to you I didn't know that the lies that were told would come true I didn't think or even care if it all went down in rust I didn't mind if it did but I guess it wasn't just The consequence was begging For a thing that smelled like true And the operator called up And the financing fell through At least we got it demoed and my wife was sick and everybody cried Got laid off a couple times but kept on writing, man, because that's what you do Every path of atmospheric musings keeps me coming back to you The plot holes got dismembered I lost my mind a bit We put it on the podcast Because we worked out the apocalypse Spare you all the details Just trying to write some songs I'd like to keep on adding It just takes so goddamned long Let it rust Dave Linantud - quitars, vocals, harmonica Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon Santos - drums Ian Burke - mastering MELTDOWN HEAVY You some punk motherfuckers while you're sitting in your high chairs In your seats that be controlling the world You don't care about the people build your liquor stores and steeples Hold the roughest of the roughest of the pearls The people act as lemmings all distracted and the same is true For all this fucking lying crying blues Distract us from our misery lie to us to keep us busy While you tell us what our thoughts are and our views Manipulated prayed for fellated The dream is a lie and I'm craving a meltdown Lead like a herd mindless retro absurd And the scheme is a pyramid oligarchs abound The rich elite lie to you and they motherfucking use you If you're left well then they make you hate the right And the other way too, punks, it's fucking junk they use the trunks And pack their lies up so they seem like truth and light They keep us all distracted while their riches get impacted By the oligarchal lurching huge machine They twist up information hide the overall stagnation And they make you wonder what it all can mean (chorus) Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon Santos - drums Ian Burke - mastering
THE WAR PART 1: ATLANTIS THE WAR OVERTURE (inst) Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering MELTDOWN When the world started turning and it set to up and burning All the freedom of a megalopolis The United States was bleeding and the populace was pleading For a living breathing old sarcophagus Well she took to warring constantly for fossil fuels and Jesus And the lies of often civilated songs Turned the Middle East to glass and turned her back on her repast And said the Bill Of Rights is motherfucking wrong, bitch God bless America god bless America Land of the free and the home of the letdown In the meantime out in Asia got a market euthanasia Got it humming drumming economically Tried collecting all her debts the US wouldn't take the bet And said "fuck off" all rather pedantically For the world that was War Four 'cause III was knocking at the door And the history sputtered sporadically In the chaos that ensued after wars for god and crude The second coming happened despotically God bless the marketplace god bless the marketplace Buy that shit low and then sell off the countdown So it came to be the truth that Chinggis Khan would be the proof That if you want shit done you never wait around He was rising in the as the battle lines were drawn at least The history books would someday write all this shit down So Julius Caesar rose to fight him made an army just to spite him And a war machine that ran on human bones They were clashing every day in every place in every way With the plastics made from tissues of the clones yeah God bless the emperors god bless the emperors Though self ordained still they're willing to get down While the generations died the war was living with a tide Of surplus cannon fodder plucked off of the streets All the fossil fuels are zapped the land is ocean, deserts, crap Yes and the drums of war are shuffle/set/repeat If you're looking for a wasteland well you got it have a taste man What's it taste like fuck you cannot be the judge It's the west against the east it's set, man "shuffle/war/repeat" That's how it will be, is, and always fucking was God bless the atheists, deists, and theists In the land of debris at the edge of the meltdown Dave: guitars and vocals Brian: bass and mixing Sharon: drums Ian: mastering RIOT! I seen the sunshine only in my dreams 'cause it's never bright I spent a lifetime feeling my way through the darkest night I rode the airways I supped on lightening and drank the sky I been transcended back away, lord, by and by Riot! Riot now it's our last chance Seduce me with your sinful dance Breath my soul and set me free Everything will burn wait and see Where are the women? Where are the mommas, wives, and sisters? Where is my shotgun? Got it at the pawn shop and sawed it off, mister How is this platform? Hand to hand combat in the goddamned streets The cops are in on it They need money to survive just like you and me Riot! Everything will burn as you will see Burn it down! Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering BABY BLUE GUN I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me They took the best of rioters with them was me They fight their endless wars it don't mean shit to me I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me making me They punched me in the face and threw me in a truck We'[re packed in here like cigarettes, man, what the fuck They tell us that the plan is just for us to die They'll feed us to the factory and make their weapons with our flesh and pride And everything inside They asked me for my name I said "I'm Baby Blue I'm everything you hate and fear and cannot do." They kicked my ass again and said it's just for fun A tattoo on my shoulder says "I'm number one Baby Blue Gun" Baby blue gun Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering FUCKIN' JOB I hate my fucking job I hate my fucking job Fight or die First day of basic had us drinking human blood We're the only resource left ain't nothing up here, cuz They killed five the first day 'cause they would not fall in line I say "yes sir no sir" but I'm just biding my time chorus The sergeant tried to rape me so I slit his fucking throat Colonel said "Well goddamn, son, you're the kind of kid I can promote." Got my new stripes branded on the fingers of my fist Last thing that you'll see coming 'cause I never fucking miss chorus There ain't no mirrors here they don't want us to see There ain't no living here they don't want us to be Last night I dreamt that I was falling from the sky When I woke up I did not know that I could still cry and cry and cry chorus Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering THE ROAR OF THE DRUNKEN GODS Seven months in the shit Turns out warring is legit Killed as many as I lost What a cost It's funny how I love my gun It's funny how they never run It's funny that I never sleep Never eat It's funny how they never beg It's funny how they get new legs It's funny how the night is day Fades away The roar of the drunken gods The worst of the lightening rods The drunken gods choose not to sip Let her rip Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering ATLANTIS Got a side business booming Found the guy that makes the fucking drugs I know him as the malevolent colonel The one who coddles all us fucking thugs Got my buddies let me cruise right through the missiles Guess in other words they're called the enemy Give 'em drugs I give 'em cash and other goodies And all the largesse coming back to me get down Gotta keep this transport moving Can't believe my motherfucking eyes A secret entrance through the glass desert And an underworld that's better than surprise Got plants and art and poetry and women And everybody's coming up to me Got to thank the malevolent colonel For everything now that I fucking see get down They tell me that this place is called Atlantis The throbbing people mingle sing and fuck How'd this fucking place be kept a secret Eventually it's got to die to luck The mayor is a fucking sexy lady She keeps it so it's never up and gone I need to meet the woman with the power I hear her name is sunshine lit at Dawn get down Every time I pull into Atlantis Where the scientists make robot hookers purr I get out of the transport and I rare back 'Cause I'm pushing on my horse down through the spurs It's nirvana to the bohos and the artists Singing songs and dancing every single night Only law is that there is no re-religion 'Cause the intellectuals don't feel it's right Get down Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering KARMA WRECKER Well they killed the malevolent colonel I'll never see Atlantis again They shipped me back to the front Back to being just a grunt My karma done got wrecked New tattoo on my neck They keep their eye on me 'Cause I seen what could be I got to get back there I got to get back there Out of this karma wrecker While in Atlantis I found an ancient record It was made of vinyl Dawn she sat me down It was named after an early gun But the music was free and fun She burned a sacred plant She let the record chant The band was clearly free The band was clearly free In the corner laughed a man in white He was glowing like a tracer light He ain't no karma wrecker He said "Hello, son, my name just call me Elvis Dawn she gave my whole life back to me" Then Dawn began to sing More beautiful than anything I could see the notes she sung As if it were from my tongue I could taste her warming breath She made me not fear death She made me feel alright She said "You're a shining light You ain't no Karma Wrecker." In a trance I made it to the front lines Dawn and Elvis met with Caesar and Temujin I think I may have cried My heart grew dead inside The stink of millions dead The polar caps froze red Time to just survive Make it out alive To Atlantis where I believe To Atlantis where I believe There ain't no karma wrecker I don't know Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER Kill the motherfucker Motherfucking other Motherfucking fucker Yeah Soldier motherfucker Motherfucking fucker Looky, motherfucker Wooooo I shot a motherfucker Stabbed a motherfucker Sliced a motherfucker Uh All these motherfuckers This here motherfucker Just a motherfucker Wooo Kill the motherfucker Now Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering MONKEYTIME Blood rules the day Vested to pay In every way Factory made Yeah Monkeytime Wooo Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering ENGULF Engulf Retreat and then attack and then Retreat and then attack I said... Dave - guitar, vocals, percussion Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering
05 You guys were so tripping. 10 Holy shit! 15 I was very comfortable with doing three albums a year. 20 This is also the first song I did acting instead of a solo at the end. 25 ...Tripping balls animation with regular stuff. 30 I think it's been, like, four years. 35 It's like the Who...STEVE EARLE! 40 Highway home is the orphan. 45 ...Aah, sweet, sweet bass line. 50 I'm happy to have been a part of it, you know? 55 I was trying to be, like, "Ballad Of a Thin Man."
05 I thought we were listening to the thing. 10 This is still just the Elvis narrator. 15 Look how big it is! 20 That's fucking awesome! 25 Look, a hard topped jeep. 30 This was always one of my favorites. 35 I'm in charge. 40 Let me tell you what there's two dumb rednecks in a Ram next to me. 45 This a good one too. 50 Is that ironical? 55 I made omelets this morning. 60 Play it at Chuck E Cheese on the jukebox? 65 Just today. 70 I watch YouTube sometimes with mi iPad at work.
THE ORPHAN PART 2 FORSAKEN (inst) CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES Gone for good is what I'm getting Death to me's a new direction But I want to make myself just suffer 'Cause shit is all there is Wishing crazy to me through the slumber Slouching closely to restricted thunder Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter So crank it up you fucking whores Let's talk about it The seascape melts into a laughing flower Slathered by gynecologic power Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder And tripping balls just like the savior Crank it up you fucking whores Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums EDGE CITY The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls The seed is spitting it means nothing at all I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets Depression's going to take the edge off of me I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three I'm all fucked up and I don't care Fatal nihilistic glares I want to scream but I don't dare Come on, Edge City, take me there yeah I want to masticate a marginal wound Explosion sun up a material moon Suicide vibes from everyone in the room I'm the only fucking guy in the room I fucked the wellspring of a ghost I spurned the Emperor's pledge to toast I'm flying off the glistening coast The sand is glass while billions roast The spores of death are fleeting ever the just I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to rust The melting visage of the Rebel King's bust The melting mirrors tend to complicate us yeah Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums FEED ME SOME SANE All in my mind everyone's blind Silence is golden in an everyday bind All in my head glad I'm not dead Bitterness bubbles up the words that she said Morals and time physical crime Where is it I can't see it where is the line? All in my brain feed me some sane I'll lick it up and then I'll shoot my own pain Feed me some sane inject my brain The golden nectar of a world without pain Feed me some sane misery reigns A blackness sucks my ankles laughing and slain Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums F&PR Fear and paranoia I adore ya I'd never even try to try and bore ya Keep me entertained I must implore ya Fear and paranoia I abhor ya Fuck me fuck you too I'm shouting orders Senseless rage can't decipher the borders Fucking fucks all fucked up and conjected Is it extinct, dying or protected? Fear and paranoia rule Everything's a cartoon to mine eyes Stripped of falsehood bravery and lies Just enough left over to be despised Like a hurricane without a lie Fear and paranoia rule Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums HIGHWAY HOME (CANON IN C MAJOR) Pachelbel Populated isolation love starvation indignation Stirring to indecision Life is death is right is wrong Is precious now but not for long Changing through the transition If love is hate I can't relate Take and give and give and take No suicide here concentrate Straining for a salvation Nowhere's home I been forsaken Nowhere's hope so desperation Life breath to a redemption Highway home to my maker I'd love to love the human race In an ugly world devoid of grace Humanity if just a trace Enough already repeal replace Sleep where I fall Dreams don't come at all to the wicked Drop the clip I'm full of spite I rest upon this putrid sight Standing up for the first time For revenge or for elation For a love or stimulation Let that sucker go for the last time Highway home to my maker Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums TIDALWAVES RETURN Silent sound means the world to me Falling down all around me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways Violent sound seems to make me be Triumph around gave the rest to me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways Hideaways don't mean shit to me Tidalwaves bring out the best in me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways In the night she stays Tidalwaves Dave - guitars and vocal Brian - bassing, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering THE ORPHAN Affectation to affection can you find a new direction From obliterated years in a lifetime full of tears Crawling from the wreckage of forgiven sin Oh, sweet addiction, I can't stand rejection Well I tried to choose a wish but I hope it don't come true 'Cause every life's a style, everyone but you Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to Contrivances breed gloom Swooning like a groom with a shotgun in his mouth Who's my momma and my poppa? Why we never met? Even so I ain't dead yet Were you hungry or depressed? Do I have your eyes? Either way your souls are blazing through my skies Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to Affectation to addiction placate fact from friction And a lifetime came and went in solitude Can you hear me? Are you blind? Words jump down around around around around A quietness a whisper I wrote this for you to listen to Every night the light dims more I'm wondering what my life is for I feel like a failure and I wonder why Something inside says I gotta try I'll slide on by Well you could say in my life I ain't accomplished a thing Maybe a little too scared of what the day may bring But come on and try to tell me that this ain't my time You can see it in the sunset every single night I'll slide on by I hoped you'd say when I couldn't find my way That you'd be there for me Glory is gone It never was an option What can I say It ain't free You know I'm scared More fragile than a notion Afraid of love and trust Understand Confusion is reality I'm overwhelmed You and us So fuck you all You turned your back on someone Needing hope and peace Go run and hide Blame it on rebellion That's bullshit, man At least Suit of armor forged in fires of spite Revenge is true violent love Don't give a fuck Existence is a lie From underneath And from above So go on and leave Take your shit and go I don't care That's a lie Leave me be Leave me the fuck alone Sit on down And fucking cry I'll slide on by Dave Linantud: guitars and vocals Brian Lutz: bass, engineering, production Andy Och: drums Ian Burke: mastering Made Hood: cowriting Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios EPILOGUE The future don't look bright I can't control my fright Something just ain't right What can it be Mine own hands seek the black Run away or attack All Hope is gone it's on my back And my heavy head Oh no "The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset There's something wrong, something missing Something's gone I guess I'm wishing It wasn't but it's still insisting To be oh Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Andy - drums
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