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Guzzleloader
03:14
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Rosin that fiddle n' guzzle it down
Five men singin' out a horse corral
My men in a horse corral
Rosin that fiddle n' guzzle it down
My men and a horse corral
That fiddle, I guzzle it down
My men and a horse corral
Rosin' that fiddle oughta guzzle it down
Boy been shootin' for longer than I been brown
I oughta rosin that fiddle n' I'm thinkin' 'bout guzzlin it down, now
Rosin that fiddle n' guzzle it down
My men and a horse corral
My men singin' at a horse corral
Rosin that fiddle n' guzzle it down
My men and a horse corral
Got a fiddle, I guzzle it down
Five men singin' and a horse corral
Rosin that fiddle onna guzzle it down
Boy been shootin' for longer than I been brown
I oughta rosin that fiddle n' I'm thinkin' 'bout guzzlin down, now
That boy been shootin' for longer than I been brown
I'm 'onna rosin that fiddle n' I'm thinkin' 'bout guzzlin down, now
Rosin that fiddle n' guzzle it down
I'm in a horse corral
I'm in a horse corral
I'm in a horse corral
The boy been shootin' for longer than I been brown
I oughta rosin that fiddle n' I'm thinkin' 'bout guzzlin it down, now
That boy been shootin' for longer than I been brown
I oughta rosin that fiddle, I'm thinkin' 'bout guzzlin it down, now
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Difficult Street
02:28
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Stones thrown down on the road today are immune from weathering breaks
They will not crack, they will outlast a million years of rain
Waltzing strides on the edge of your seat, put money and time on difficult street
If you see a fool walk by and he's givin' you the crooked eye
Don't you laugh or it'll be the last thing that you do
Milk might make your bones not break but you shouldn't try to fall down
A mullet makes a mugger quake but you shouldn't be alone downtown
If you meet me on the street, I'll give a lecture on marching beats
Things you've tried and have survived wouldn't fly or work on difficult street
If you see a fool walk by and he's givin' you the crooked eye
You see a fool walk by, he's givin' you the crooked eye
Don't you laugh or it'll be the last thing that you do
You laugh and it'll be the last thing that you do
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God's Green Air
02:03
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I got a green light stuck up in the air
Father Long Legs was singing a prayer
Higher the air, the closer to God
You part the clouds from the depth of yer lungs
Holy Green got him preachin' in tongues
Midnight sermon n' he's summonin' nuns
To the Garden of Green and they're blowin' off steam
They're bakin' bread in the chapel sixteen
The Lord has smoke rollin' in thru the rain
I hear the voice of Virgin Mary Jane
and she's callin' out to me and she's sayin' my name
Showin' kalaidescope colours in a church window pane
God's green air is the Holiest thing
Rapture my lungs while a church choir sings
Put me to test and I shoulder the strain
I'll hash it out and dispense with my sins
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The Girl is a Squirrel
03:36
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She's an endangered species and all she knows is punching Ouija boards
Get lost, that magic shit won't do the trick no more, you squirrel
I'd love to shoot the breezes but my lungs are black and I can't stand up no more
Tarbox, mo' chickenshit than relatives I thought got lost
Pride comes before the autumn nights fall
That girl is a squirrel like I'm a flightless bird
I have heard the harvest moon transforms
Please take a long vacation you ostentatious slick big city gnome
Get lost, don't come 'round these parts without yer dome screwed on
Pride comes before the autumn nights fall
I am a bird just like that girl's a squirrel
That girl is a squirrel like I'm a flightless bird
I have heard the harvest moon transforms
Don't mix her in with thinskin taxidermist mockeries of death
It's wrong, she only wears what's rightly hers by law; squirrel paws
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5. |
Dozen Dimes
02:38
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I'm only worth about a dozen dimes n' I ain't got nothin' goin' on inside
I didn't make it into work tonight, I may as well lay down, whimper n' cry
I gotta get to the back uh the line, get right in the way, boy, waste my time
And yer talkin' about something that's goin' on n' I don't understand ya cuz' I don't think thoughts
Yer talkin' about something that's goin' on n' I don't understand ya cuz' I don't think thoughts
Put my hazards on in the middle uh the road cuz' I gotta message on my cellular phone
Walkin' away while yer talkin' to me, lookin' no ways then crossin' the street
And yer talkin' about something that's goin' on n' I don't understand ya cuz' I don't think thoughts
Yer talkin' about something that's goin' on n' I don't understand ya cuz' I don't think thoughts
I'm only worth about a dozen dimes n' I ain't got nothin' goin' on inside my mind
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6. |
Hardplace
02:56
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We're not alone
Be quiet
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7. |
Cut Larry
02:39
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On' cut Larry in little bits
N' serve him up dere for lunch
Upsidedown, mo' drainin' out
Gon' serve him up blood as punch
Masterpiece ain't never in doubt
Boy, the law ain't comin' down, woo!
Welcome to my humble shack
Ya rise n' shine insomniac
Cook ya up n' made with love
Waterboard me, wake me up
Sunlight break at the crack o' dawn
Like marrow in Larry's bones
When dusk fall, boy, the eatin's good
Bringin' Mary and Cleetus Jones
Serve soul food, get liquor flowin'
Boy ain't never gonna goin' home, yeehoo!
Welcome to my humble shack
Ya rise n' shine insomniac
Cook ya up n' made with love
Waterboard me, wake me up
Mystify millions at 3AM
Settin' fire up in Notre Dame
Burning building burial
That flame gon' burn the rain
Masterpiece come tumblin' down
Boy, smokestack flowin' 'round, yeehoo!
Welcome to my humble shack
Ya rise n' shine insomniac
Cook ya up n' made with love
Waterboard me, wake me up
Silverware dun wore him out
He's scuff on a leather boot
Taxidermy fix on display
Scuze me, comin' thru
I'm doin' much better than you
I'm full, hungry and loose, WOO!
Welcome to my humble shack
Ya rise n' shine insomniac
Cook ya up n' made with love
Waterboard me, wake me up
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8. |
Skyscratcher
02:57
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If you ever go anywhere
Listen up now, I've been there
I been workin' hard settin' bear traps
And longform tripwire sandbag
You get the first bus outta here
I'll buy the barbwired cashmere
I'll tell you everything to look out for
Like a steering wheel on a racehorse
Stop... I sense confusion
Failure of followin' instruction
Yer shootin' like a mallcop
Pack it up, phone it in, get outta dodge
Stop... you lost the plot
We're burning daylight
Sunrise takes a long time
A long time
Don't ever go anywhere
With yer life insurance and a polar bear
The path of least persistence
Ending with ya laying dead in a ditch
Might as well rip yourself a new one
Or get a smoke blood transfusion
The arctic is perpetually on fire
The tropical expert liar
Stop... yer on fire
A wire dangling from a shoestring
The path of least persistence
Ends up with ya laying dead in a ditch
Skyscratcher looming in the distance
Imposing height partitions
Stop... yer on fire
A wire dangling from a shoestring
Don't ever go anywhere
With yer life insurance and a polar bear
Might as well rip yourself a new one
Get a smoke blood transfusion
The path of least persistence
Ending with ya laying dead in a ditch
Stop... yer on fire
A wire dangling from a shoestring
The arctic is perpetually on fire
The tropical expert liar
Skyscratcher looming in the distance
Imposing height partitions
The path of least persistence
Ends up with ya laying dead in a ditch
In a ditch
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9. |
Dumbhome
03:04
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In a dumb home you’ve gotta let go of all that you know
Like you’ve seen a ghost, watch the colour go, face porcelain pale
Light on the floor, sounds draw close, pull your ankle at night
Out a window, feel wind blow, feel time start to slow
I see faces forming, coming out of the wall
There’s mirrors which reflect nothing and radios which turn themselves on
I hear Jezebel calling, she’s whispering spells
There’s quadrupeds stood upright and there’s candles which will never melt
I faintly smell copper carried lightly through trees
There’s grass that reaches up to the clouds and a man who looks identical to me
I know I felt something reach out to my neck
But there’s nothing if no one bears witness and there’s nothing to ask of the dead
In a dumb home, hear the ceiling croak and the attic will moan
Let the dust howl til’ it settles down or it ain’t safe to come out
Can’t hear a sound when it’s on the prowl, don’t cover or cower
You’ve gotta run, if a legs broke leave ‘em there on their own
I see faces forming, coming out of the wall
There’s mirrors which reflect nothing and radios which turn themselves on
I hear Jezebel calling, she’s whispering spells
There’s quadrupeds stood upright and there’s candles which will never melt
I faintly smell copper carried lightly through trees
There’s grass that reaches up to the clouds and a man who looks identical to me
I know I felt something reach out to my neck
But there’s nothing if no one bears witness and there’s nothing to ask of the dead
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10. |
Bolderdash
03:14
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Stuck between simmer-down pickaxe sun rays
You’ll find it’s cleaner here, clarity you can find
Much like Bulgaria, a rock is a state of mind
Stuck between simmer-down pickaxe sun rays
You’ll find it’s cleaner here, clarity you can find
Much like Bulgaria, a rock is a state of mind
Much like Bulgaria, a rock is a state of mind
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11. |
Miles of Mildew
03:56
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With mist hangin' low
Our visions obscured
A siren bullfrog guides
He croaks like a banjo
His gullet had motioned us farther than we thought to go
The moon shining bright
Like red dandelions
Dressed up like vampires
As we sway with the night
The moonlight obscured by the fluttering leaves parted wide
There's miles of mildew
Standing between you and I
I'll traverse the earth
Through forests of fire
To be by your side
When you fall in the bog
And you drop the ball
The waves cascade
And cicadas will call
Fumes from lagoons will cut through the thick of the air
There's miles of mildew
Standing between you and I
I'll traverse the earth
Through forests of fire
To be by your side
There's miles of mildew
Standing between you and I
I'll traverse the earth
Through forests of fire
To be by your side
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Morgue, Illinois
05:38
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Driving a dirtroad, I stop for directions and a rocking chair said "Hey now boy,
The only path to get where you're going is thru the mainroad of Morgue, Illinois
The townsfolk look rotted like funeral fodder but there's no need to feel alarmed
Though they breathe with wheezes and dismantle from breezes they're full of that ol' country charm"
Now at the outskirts of the village I see, wearing well-tailored suits and bonnets
There's corpsemen and deadgirls sat up on a park bench, they wave politely and pay their respects
I drive down the mainroad and take in the view, the town was beautiful though poorly maintained
Rustic, decaying like a lamb in a faucet while dead townies all swirl down the drain
Casket village
Deepening Northeastern void
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
Casket village
Slumbering Sleepyhead boy
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
The residents were mangled though they looked halfway there, there was intent to the steps which they took
Like a disease which was spreading or a web that's cocooning, their souls on the butchering hook
They attended to business and whispered with care, they tended to tasks and to chores
And though funeral processions are often so sorrowful, these folk found them such a bore
At the end of the mainroad, the townsfolk set bleachers, where upon they sat row after row
They all waved to greet me and though I was leaving, they smiled and waved a hello
This welcome committee at the edge of the city seemed eager to not let me leave
They descend from the bleachers and interlock shoulders, a chain of deadmen block the street
Casket village
Deepening Northeastern void
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
Casket village
Slumbering Sleepyhead boy
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
Step out of the drivers seat to gleam out their meaning and hear the whispers exchanged to their ears
I mistook their meaning as they ran straight toward me, a white flash rang out loud and clear
I opened my eyes to see them all youthful, they had clear skin and life in their eyes
I felt my neck rotting, it became hard to breathe, it spread to my head and I burst at the seams
Casket village
Deepening Northeastern void
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
Casket village
Slumbering Sleepyhead boy
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
Casket village
Deepening Northeastern void
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
Casket village
Slumbering Sleepyhead boy
Kafka Morgue, Illinois
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Lamb Faucet Ontario
Dave is a solo artist from Ontario, Canada who makes alternative rock, noise rock and folk with strong, rhythmic grooves.
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