1. |
Lines off the Dash
02:30
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"Lines of the Dash"
Can't help but see
Repeatedly every day
Its all the same
Day-in-and-out, every way
It comes bubbling up from the ground
Just to pull you down
Amphetamines lost their steam
and its all gone down
Car crash set to tape decks
Cocaine boots and cheap sex
A runner up that won't take bets
Hooligans with their cigarettes
Ape-hugs for the little kids
Fire in the streets, get medicine
Death from above begin again
Decoys, replicants, mannequins
Is it a miss
Was it all just one bad dream
Is this bliss
Could this be what they mean
Peel back the skin from hands
expose the bone
Arithmetic can't predict
Why you're all alone
Car crash set to tape decks
Cocaine boots and cheap sex
A runner up that won't take bets
Hooligans with their cigarettes
Ape-hugs for the little kids
Fire in the streets, get medicine
Death from above begin again
Decoys, replicants, mannequins
Car crash set to tape decks
Cocaine boots and cheap sex
A runner up that won't take bets
Hooligans with their cigarettes
Ape-hugs for the little kids
Fire in the streets, get medicine
Death from above begin again
Death from above begin again
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2. |
Down the Lift
04:34
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"Down the Lift"
It can not possibly be everything that you wanted it to
Set the bar not so high next time, it might work out better for you
It's a sunless sundown, everything is not so right
Impossible to see how everything can turn out right
Down the lift
In the hole
Can not be
Swallowed whole
Take a hand
Close your eyes
We'll find out
On the other side
Monsters lurk all around this place and there's nothing you can do
Cower under covers lace and try not to lose a duel
It's a sunless sundown, everything is not so right
Impossible to see how everything can turn out right
Down the lift
In the hole
Can not be
Swallowed whole
Take a hand
Close your eyes
We'll find out
On the other side
Down the lift
In the hole
Can not be
Swallowed whole
Take a hand
Close your eyes
We'll find out
On the other side
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3. |
Nosebleed Psychic
03:54
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“Nosebleed Psychic”
Call home the cattle
A storm is in the air
Lock up your loved ones
Let your skin not be bare
The ships still at sea
Swallowed up by hungry foam
The tide rose over the sand
Cruel, crawling, cold
Lock up your loved ones
There's a chill in the bones
The horses are spooked
And the wolves have all run home
The Messiah’s mercy
Is nowhere to be found
Scavengers singing
As they circle round
A tress of golden hair
A drowned maidens hair
Make a net drag the sea
Man nor beast sees in there
The storm will arise
And trouble the skies
Claps of thunder call out
Crack, bang, rise
The waves, they crash
Over the rocks and stones
Babes are a wailing
Mothers don't let them wail alone
A tress of golden hair
A drowned maidens hair
Make a net drag the sea
Man nor beast sees in there
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4. |
Drowned Creek
04:35
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“Drowned Creek”
Remember inside, You spoke only in sighs.
Swallowed by leaves and wind and night,
With a blackened eye.
Held down with force against banks
Dragged across the stones, the mud
Forced underwater
Until his last breathe escaped his lungs
There, in the quiet of the muddy shores of the creek
Moonlight washed down through the trees
As it floats downstream
Held down with force against banks
Dragged across the stones, the mud
Forced underwater
Until his last breathe escaped his lungs
Bats shook free from the branches colorless dead leaves
Finding a way back through the woods
Wolves will stuff there plates
Remember inside, You spoke only in sighs.
Swallowed by leaves and wind and night,
With a blackened eye.
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5. |
Flight; You're Welcome
02:12
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"Flight; You're Welcome"
You keep it instep
It's a lame bet
With your goose-step
There's a party kick
And in the right light
It was no fight
A little insight
And you'd know, but you don't want to know
It's out, get over it
Pass the do-rag
She's an old hag
Stuck caught in a snag
Cat, who let you out
Such a cute wish
Just a little bitch
Kept in a petri dish
with a stethoscope, but you don't want to know
It's out, get over it
You don’t know
It's out, get over it
You don’t know
It’s out, get over it
You don’t know
It’s out, get over it
You keep it instep
It's a lame bet
With your goose-step
There's a party kick
And in the right light
It was no fight
A little insight
And you'd know, but you don't want to know
South’s out, get over it
You don’t know
It's out, get over it
You don’t know
South’s out, get over it
You don’t know
It’s out, get over it
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6. |
Bringing Out Your Dead
03:45
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“Bringing out Your Dead”
Left with nowhere to go
Left with no one you know
All of us mere strangers
In a foreign land of unknowns
The snakes have played their hands
Demolition spread across the lands
Its everything
That they’ve come to fear or worse
Washed out and drowned out sea
Chewed up entirely
But that can’t
Possibly stop what’s coming next
Quick come, sharpen your sticks
Garrison the halls and stack the bricks
You know
No one here gets out alive
Chariots rip through the sky
Hellfire rains down from on high
You choke
And choke, and choke, and choke, and choke
It goes on and on
Burning dusk to dawn
Bringing out you dead
Bringing out your dead
How long will this go on
Who was right and wrong
Bringing out you dead
Bringing out your dead
Isn’t enough enough
Don’t act so tough
Bringing out you dead
Bringing out your dead
It goes on and on
Burning dusk to dawn
Bringing out you dead
Bringing out your dead
It goes on and on...
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Bonsai Superstar Dayton, Ohio
A former resident of Jonestown, Guyana, he escaped with only the clothes on his back and a Roland SH-101. He once raced FDR around the world in a hot air balloon. Even once found himself beating up Jean-Claude Van Damme at an upscale nightclub in NYC. This man is no stranger to danger and as fierce as they come. He's not just some guy with a bit of knowhow and a smidgen talent. He's fuckin' it up! ... more
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