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Dread Naught Antiquity
04:56
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There's a patch - patch of light
A rampage of stripes
Gunslinger evolution on a cold Mojave night
Pre-chorus
With our golden blinders on
With our golden blinders on
Chorus
The hieroglyphs of Karnac
are etched into our bones
Buried in volcanic sand
and bullets from the moon
All the telegraphed memories
that we unearthed too soon
Innocence of the 13th bomb
Touch of grace our thoughts are wrong
Eccentric mohawked angels
dark hostile and beyond
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
Shameless stories of birth-marked beasts
Blame tattooed in our skin
empires built on dope tales of our sin
The pacific on my cheek
empires built on dope tales of our meek
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
There's a patch patch of light
Innocence of the 13th bomb
Shameless stories of birth-marked beasts
Pre chorus X4
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2. |
Rooster Cogburn
02:54
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I would like to thank – – Mr. Portis, Mr. Wayne and Mr. Bridges -- and Mr. Benchley and Mr. Shaw...
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And on the fence line it reads
Beware of dog
But ain't no canines
Silent signs
No bark no bite
Like a scarecrow drawing murders
Or some such other flock
Where love and romance is
A blood stained cinder-block
chorus
And that's when Rooster Cogburn says
You can't serve papers on a rat baby sister
You got to kill him or let him be.
Now it's a rat writ
Writ for a rat
And this is lawful service of the same
See
Keep out screams the chain
All wrapped up 'round the gate
But under closer inspection
Upon further examination
Ain't no lock ain't no lock
Chorus
And she's got lifeless eyes
Black eyes like a doll's eyes
Until those black eyes
Roll over white – x4
And then...
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3. |
Just Like Water
03:32
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when I was young I was fire
I had to burn brighter than the sun
left my mark scorched the earth
burned the mother to the ground
my candle in flames said I won
chorus
I want to be like water x2
when I was young was stone
you couldn't move me from
my place my heart my hate my mind
embraced the rock forgot to roll
a hardened heart with harder soul
chorus x2
when I was young I's free as a breeze
anywhere anytime a blow hard in his prime
without substance just air most folks walk on through
but was I ever really there x4
chorus x2
when I need to be strong
I can freeze right in my place
when I need to be free I can fall I can fall
When I need to rage I'm a tidal wave baby
when I need to be soft I'm a slow warm summer rain
when I need to run I choose a current and i'm gone
and When I feel alone I'll just count the tears that make it home
chorus
improv out
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how do you filter your life?
aka burning bridges
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how many lies 'fore you even leave home
why check the mirror disguised to the bone
all day everyday it's make believe and play pretend
with your made up games and made up rules
blind to your own sins
chorus
taking torches to golden gates while London's falling down
set the dude on fire while you play the lonely clown
go tell your mirror mirror all your filtered truths and lies
I'm gonna let that trestle burn and wave as I float by
you know your grass ain't greener but your truth's already sold
bought your own lies in silver but you told the world it's gold
simple yes and no set aside with childish things
talking technicolor complicated neon crayon dreams
chorus
I'm the bygone bygone ducks back to river bend
I thought 'bout crossing over but I saw how it'd end
we the ones who complicate simple answers still remain
but finger-paint that shoreline good like child trying cover the pain
like a child
oh like a child
chorus
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5. |
Teneha Sin
04:04
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remembering or misremembering legends -- I can never remember... just ask Jerry...
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20 minutes – outside – Logansport Louisiana
Deep east – Texas woods – but we won't hold that against him
cross that – stretch past – the crick I know you remember
Little town – of Tenaha - born hooves horned crowned in fire
Starts our story of the they call Sin...
He strong as - ten men - but too short for some of the rides sin
Rode crying - Let'r buck - switch blade knife boy he don't give a
Schemes dripped - from his lips - grin made 'em swoon like Elvis hips
Sure he robbed - a bank of two - broke some hearts left scars like demons do
But what choice you got when they call you sin
Some say just born bad
Some say maybe maybe not
A devil daddy they all call sin
Some say his mama cried
Genetic freak maybe alien
A devil daddy they all call sin
On tip toes - Sin flew - town judging things they never knew
Horns hair - which is true - but it doesn't matter when that sin is you
Sheriff tried - to stuff them wicked ways - but sin boy he ain't got no breaks
Lead foot - full tank - burning tires as he fled that last bank
Good ol' boys - gave chase - you gotta beat the devil boy in this race
But sin boy he don't know no devil here.
He got away - legend goes - dropped his crown on the 84
You can still - here 'em race - flames so high burning outer-space
Backwoods – moonshine - dirt road kicking up gravel behind
Dust cloud - flashing lights - off the crystal lake dam straight into the night
Tenaha sin making headlines again
Some say just born bad
Some say maybe maybe not
A devil daddy they all call sin
Some say his mama cried
Genetic freak maybe alien
A devil daddy they all call sin
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6. |
My Angora Sweater
03:47
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aka baby, then there's you
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the big bad howling outside tin roof slapping time
brimming dark clouds on a cold heart empty skyline
windows shutter damn cold seems closer than
as ghosts and shadows do their dance
up on the walls up on the walls up on the walls
but baby then there's you...
sometimes I sit in the dark and sink
count the ways and the times and things
wars in my mind where I am villain and hero same time
all the undone all the unsaid
done the math time and again check the work up in my head
did I carry the two – did I carry you - who carried who
but baby then there's you...
and then there's the way that feel
raked chewed and spit like a meal
polished thought from the quarry of my mind
I know it's real x2
ask and I'll say I want to share
when you're ready baby when you need to hear
I know it's real when you think like I think
and feel like I feel
so blow wolf blow – whatever storms may rise.
Cause baby my mind my mind is calm skies
cause baby then there's you
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7. |
KABAS
03:29
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blurry lines between the feel bads and the feel goods
aka
Kiss A Bobo Ape Song
aka
knight in shiny shining armor bleeding out, based on actual preventable events song
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she backed out of my driveway, in my truck,
after a shower and two or three secretive phone calls.
i knew she had tricks to turn, licks to hit,
and crack waiting for that profit,
“and possibly cigarettes
dipped in pcp.” X2
she leaned out the driver side window to say
'goodbye'
and i could see her eyes had turned
blood black,
wet polished obsidian
“shining in the golden light
from the setting sun.” X2
purple martins had begun to harvest
mosquitos from the evening sky.
Purple martins had begun
Purple martins
after she left I went into my backyard,
picked up my shovel
that was next to a shallow hole in the red clay
and got back to digging my own grave (X??)
adlibs and improv
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walking to breakfast one early morning in Seattle -- I see a woman in bare feet on wet streets carrying a plastic laundry basket full of random items -- walking with purpose and mumble ranting under her breath -- I hear a random voice: drugs are sad. another: someone's off their meds - - me: went and had a rambling conversation with a cold footed woman as the sun came up thru the buildings -- little breakfast for the soul.
aka to the you
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walking these steep wet city streets regurgitating stream of conscious speech
rising sun can't deter my gaze with a thousand yard stare in this concrete maze
echos echos talking back trains of thought off every every track
my words a chorus rising up alley walls questions questions I ask 'em all
to the you who's not here
to the you who threw dirty laundry everywhere
to the you...
head or basket I done caught a case in broken stride just trying to retrace
searching faces memories and eyes maybe talking to myself just avoiding all the lies
hearing dirty look whispered crazy drugs worse being lost in my mind is my only curse
the answers answers baby I ain't got Maybe you ain't either why my stomach's in a knot
grieving bleeding begging pleading
to the you who's not here
to the you who chewed my heart and vanished into air
to the you...
record skipping mouth off the needle in my mind
playing crazy jazz rhythms stumble making up the time
to fill the hole the silent hole the hole that still remains
desperate scrubbing of my soul like Shakespeare and his stains
Acting up acting out un-bottled unbridled unsound
ain't no box now baby this mind is unbound
just an unhinged puddle stomping demon dancing queen
simple public execution being ripped up at the seams
got me steaming tea kettle screaming
to the you who's not here
to the you who threw my dirty heart into the air
to the you...
for now echoes in the streets signed in blood and undelivered x
to the you who's not here
to the you who's through like vanished air everywhere x
I can't catch my breath oh ah there goes my soul again x
hope I've entertained you x
for now echoes... x
to the you... x scat
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Huckleberry Pulpo Prosser, Washington
I'm a busker - rudimentary acoustic meets caterwauling vocals - unabashed - untrained - toiling at writing songs - just tryna be me. Aspirations? Maybe share something that resonates with someone -- maybe you.
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