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Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go.
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos.
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on.
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe.
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement,
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time.
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes.
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray.
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe.
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know.
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse.
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that.
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip,
Bust your kneecap!
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer.
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer.
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer,
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here.
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows.
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!”
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate?
My death come swiftly and gently to you.
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom.
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
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To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite food are smoke and hearts.
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts.
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming.
They say that beauty’s just skin deep, so naturally, please show me your-
Bones, bones, bones
Let me see your bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you.
A selfish book is always open, and some of the best liars only want the truth.
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I’m tired of sleeping.
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. So rip it off and please show me your
Bones, bones, bones
Let me see your bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme.
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again.
They say that beauty’s just skin deep.
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her
Bones, bones, bones
Let me see your bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
Bones, bones, bones
I can see my bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby will you see my bones?
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Front Street
05:15
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I’m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’, I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind.
Because there’s nothing to find.
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
I’m in a sauna hot with drama and I’m tryin’ to forget
All the masochistic rapture mis-steps
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut. To the bone.
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost.
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose.
The problem chased the taste of the cause.
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right.
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street.
Loose lips sink ships, captain, will you go down?
Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown.
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown alone.
Because we know you’re not afraid.
This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bone from the flesh
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I’ll see for myself.
I think they might go to hell.
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost.
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose.
The problem chased the taste of the cause.
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right.
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street.
LAST CALL FOR MORALS, BETTER COVER YOUR DRINK
SODOM AND GOMORRA’D LET IT GO DOWN THE SINK
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I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you.
Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, ‘cause I’m obsessed with you.
Rose mirages into vases, I don’t stand a chance.
Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can’t dance.
Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I’m obsessed with you.
Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I’m obsessed with you.
Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think.
My insides cry “try thy finest” why, then, am I at my brink?
I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedules filled with
Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack, triple-sec and Lexapro
For second-guesses. Drugs that heal. So we can touch instead of feel.
Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you.
Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I’m obsessed with you.
Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic,
I’m obsessed with you.
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She’s got the eyes of a snake- loaded dice- raising stakes from a cash cow.
I’ll be her burn victim- hypothermic- so damn hot.
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I woke up in the name that I wore last night to the sound of an empty bed.
And it’s ringing in my ears just like sweet nothings from the voices in my head.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Don’t ask me what I mean.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that it’s on me.
She’s got the touch of an anesthesiologist- please put me under.
Because I tremble with the notion that there’s something unsaid
But numb my head I’ll mumble reticently I wonder how I
I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I could’ve thought was
“This won’t have to end if it doesn’t start.”
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Don’t ask me what I mean.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that it’s on me.
I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know what it’s like.
What it’s like to love you.
I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know what it’s like.
What it’s like to love you.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Heart blue-er than my balls.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that it’s on me.
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Say you’re still her
The woman you were
And you haven’t turned into
Someone who never could love me again
Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works.
But only enough just to suffer the hurt.
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again?
I won’t do you no harm again, lemme tell you that I’m sorry and that-
I’m just a little bit crazy about you.
Just a little bit out of my mind.
Just a little insane without you
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.
I never thought, and if I did, I forgot
While blackout in-love
That’s what’s only starting would come to an end.
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry and I’m giving it time.
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies?
What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me?
I don’t need you to be with me- just try to remember what you’d see in me.
I’m just a little bit crazy about you.
Just a little bit out of my mind.
Just a little insane without you
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.
I’ll be here singing until our heartbeats fall into that rhythm again
Whether it is or isn’t the end; who cares?
God knows that I could use a friend.
I’m just a little bit crazy about you.
Just a little bit out of my mind.
Just a little insane without you
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.
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Lyrics for track #7, "Thermodynamic Lawyer, esq, G.F.D." omitted at request of attorney.
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RED MOON
04:08
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Red, red moon. Keep on rising.
The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon.
The crescent rests, tethered to the west.
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest.
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the
corner where you’re born in the mist.
I might deride the tide, ‘cause I’m pulled as it pools about my feet.
Towards your stolen light, while you’re holding my slight gravity.
Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind.
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.
Red, red moon. When will your shadows break?
Tell the truth; what’re you hiding behind that face?
If matters in then I might space out,
why can’t I take in what you’ve been putting out?
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect?
While you’re projecting your perfection astounds
Nighttime, please hide my eyes, so the man up there won’t watch me stare.
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirit of the air.
Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind.
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.
The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high?
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes?
Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind.
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.
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Lysergide Daydream
03:26
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Ooh, I wanna be in the picture on the postcard
Pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend.
Ooh, I wanna be where the crickets chirp for me
Frogs that fractal at my feet
By the dirt road dead end.
Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the doors
We can blow the seeds of dandelions, wish for nothing more
Where the sunrise comes early, but the night’s still plenty long
And the constellations mirror glistening dewdrops on the lawn
I feel the grass between my toes already.
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all.
Ooh I wanna be, in the autumn pastel landscape
An odd, attractive escape on the outskirts of town
Ooh I wanna be, where it’s always apple season
Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down.
Where the television’s broken and the campfire’s smoking
And we’re hopeful for tomorrow cause we know we had today.
We’re laughing and we’re joking with no criticism spoken
If the clouds come out and drown the town we’ll still go out and play
I feel the hands that I can hold already.
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all.
I know the day is far away, and if it comes it will not stay.
But I can’t chase the flavor from my mind.
Well this is my lysergide daydream. It’s not a plan, not half a scheme
To find the lake to bathe my two bare feet.
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all.
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it.
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The First Step
03:17
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You could say I’m plastered, ‘cause I hit the wall.
I lost count after 21, in the college crawl.
I been a boozin’ bastard.
They’re callin’ me Edward Forty-hands can’t touch anyone.
With an enemy like me, who would need a friend?
Nevermind I’m drunk.
Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an
EKG for the broken hearted.
I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just drink that too.
I’m the reason they call it an “Irish Goodbye”
And I hope I don’t choke on my vomit tonight.
Well I bet that a bottle of brandy so bitter’d be better than bitin’ the bullet and betterin’ myself. Sorry if I slur.
Take my anxiety and my sobriety, I’ll kill two birds with one stoner.
So if you see me please, take my keys, I don’t wanna be an organ donor.
Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an
EKG for the broken hearted.
I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just drink that too.
I’m going down and I’m taking you with me.
I’m bringing the water to the horse.
Bring me the hair of the dog that bit me
So I can clone it and have more.
Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an
EKG for the broken hearted.
I’d try to see the glass as half full.
Even half empty, half full.
I’d try to see the glass as half full.
But I’d probably just…
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Salt on the glass, coke on the knife
Is there anything left to escape but life?
I didn’t sign. I didn’t sign up for this.
May today lose what yesterday won.
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done.
I’m gonna run. I’m gonna run out of time.
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die.
I’m more afraid of what might happen first.
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive.
I can’t say that I know which one is worse.
Everything’s useless, especially songs
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong.
Still sing along. Still sing a long, long time.
I might keep looking for nothing to find.
They say “Keep trucking, it’s all in your mind!”
“Jimmy, you’re fine,” End of the line gaining speed.
Wrapping trees.
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die.
I’m more afraid of what might happen first.
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive.
I can’t say that I know which one is worse.
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die.
I’m more afraid of what might happen first.
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive.
I can’t say that I know which one is worse.
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Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest, better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest.
Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west, a rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest.
I won’t stop to drop to draw a line in the sand, ‘cause I’ll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes, I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote.
Woah.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions.
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction.
Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas, where the sentimental value of the city around you is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you, I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder.
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches, a rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus. My mouth is dry and my eyes are red, I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions.
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction.
Wretch and pule this panoramic, stretched out view is fat with panic.
Precognition lacks in hindsight, we caught the illness back before the twilight.
I might be a saint worth steeples, I might be the brain of evil.
Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me.
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everything is a lot.
05:26
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Night sky, I wonder why I am alive until I die.
I find that at this size, no answer can be right.
All the moments you’ve lost, all the money it cost, all the dreams that you tossed aside.
All that you feel is only real if you decide it inside.
So when you’re holding on to everything but you feel you cannot, let it go, cause everything is a lot.
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WE ARE BODDHISATVA, WE ARE BUDDHA, DYING, WAKING UP
AS BUTTERFLIES WHO FALL ASLEEP AS MAHAPRAJNAPARAMITA
WE CUT DOWN OUR BODDHI TREES, BURN DALAI LAMA AS A WITCH
FROM SHANGRI-LA TO AUSCHWITZ, BE BARTER, KARMA IS A BITCH
GLORY BE SATORI BU ITS HALLUCINATORY AND ITS SURE TO BE A
STORY WE CAN TELL IN PURGATORY
WE SAW IT ONCE ON MESCALINE, ENLIGHTENMENT IS BORING
ALL YOUR HEROES REINCARNATED, THE GRATEFUL DEAD IS TOURING.
LAO TZU, CHUANG TZU, YIN-YANG TATTOOS, FUCK YOUR MYSTIC WISDOM, FIND YOUR OWN WAY HOME FROM BONNAROO.
IT'S JUST ONE MORE RELIGION, FUCK YOUR VISIONS, WE'VE DONE ACID TOO.
DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY.
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Will Wood
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