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Jet Black Boogie
04:12
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There's no love in this heart of mine
You can look but all you'll find
Deep dark hole jet black as coal
You can look that's all you'll find
There's no warmth in my embrace
Hallowed arms and heads in space
Just pretend this too shall pass
Jet black boogie could be my last
Deep dark hole jet black as coal
This jet black should be my last
Deep dark hole jet black as coal
This jet black shall be my last
Cracks I see in that long drawn smile
Tell me you been out there a while
Walk tall gristle man wringing down your neck
Put down the hammer
There's always gonna be regrets
Recall who you are
Unless it's better to forget
Sun gonna rise 'til it's good and ready to set
There's no love in this heart of mine
You can look but all you'll find
Deep dark hole jet black as coal
This jet black should be my last
Deep dark hole jet black as coal
This jet black shall be my last
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Play Dead
04:48
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Someone said I should try to play dead
The monsters come and the water turn red
Lie there still and don't even breathe
Just stay that way if you want them to leave
On your knees showing your head
You think you know there's nothing you can
The monsters come and go as they please
When they fall asleep you can retreat
I got my hands on the shovel tonight
I'm gonna stake it and dig, dig, dig
I give the monster his beautiful eyes
I'll never stop him
No, I'll never stop him
No, I'll never stop him
Got my hands on the shovel tonight
I'm gonna stake it and dig, dig, dig
I give the monster beautiful eyes
I'll never stop him
No, I'll never stop him
I'll never stop him
No, I'll never stop him
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3. |
Jolting Tales Of Tension
03:17
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(Instrumental)
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4. |
Archaic Volumes
04:39
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Look in these volumes carrying thoughts of mine
Down secret driveways, songs, and cuts in my flesh
It's not just your humor interrogating divine
A simplicity everyone sees but me
I'm repeating patterns, spirals, and lines
Ghosting the throttle into the grind
These archaic volumes won't ever really be heard
Haunted, collected keepsakes I burn
Kept under floors like horded fortunes
Folklore and fad with destructive surging
Destiny dogs keep barking and lurching
These archaic volumes won't
These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard
Down in these volumes under the ? and ?
Lost in the clutter, drunken banter, and glare
I left them like scraps, like unseen villains longing to get their due
No secret shaking, just public hanging, last meal, and rites
Repeating patterns, spirals, and lines
I'm ghosting the throttle into the grind
Archaic volumes won't ever really be heard
Haunted, collected keepsakes I burn
Kept under floors like horded fortunes
Folklore and fad, destructive surging
Destiny dogs keep barking and lurching
These archaic volumes won't
These archaic volumes won't
These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard
These archaic volumes won't
These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard
These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard
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You better make your way
You better turn the screws
'Cause the big buffoon
He ain't got nothing to lose
He got his top hat smoking
He got the pitchfork tongue
He gonna sell you something
And it ain't no fun
She got long, thick legs
And her knuckles dragging
She got long, black hair
And no convictions
She got the hunter's aim
And the cell block slang
It's the golden age for the cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
He's black and bloated
Found dead in the trunk
The techno-sadist
With the magic rug
Some superhero sulking in the shed
Like the granddad drinkers asleep in her bed
You got the brown bag special
And the secret stash
We got the ghost hair raven
With the sexual cash
Decapitated baby
Come on, Come on
It's the golden age for the cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
It's the golden age for the cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
You better make your way
You better turn the screw
'Cause the big buffoon
He ain't got nothing to lose
He's got his top hat smoking
He got the pitch fork tongue
He gonna sell you something
And it ain't no fun
It's the golden age of cell block slang
It's the golden age
It's the golden age
Come on
Come on
Come on
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6. |
Here Lies Boomer's Panic
04:52
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(Instrumental)
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Let Go
03:51
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Here lies my panic
All the simple ways
Ways of redeeming, and all the time it takes
Feels like derailing, going much to slow
Buried in that moment, and tried to let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
Sinking in the foothills, shimmering and ?
Left in the big sand, crashing to the ground
Never forget, Never forget, Never forget your prize
Never forget, Never forget, Never forget your prize
Let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
Never forget your prize
Never forget, never forget
Never forget your prize
Never forget, never forget
Hanging around your love drop to your knees
Know when to stop, but you love the disease
Here lies my panic right here by your side
Feels like derailing, going much too slow
Let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
Never forget your prize
Never forget, never forget
Never forget your prize
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8. |
Back Road Tar
06:20
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Under the altar I set my sights
The cadaverous glow of the liquor store lights
The mid-town zombies on the merciless curb
To the truck stop candy on the interstate dirge
There's a lone wolf waiting
She's a witch and ya oughta know
Midnight passage, unspeakable rites
Desert damnation, nothing to lose
Laying her down here under her boots
Erasing the memory, erasing the proof
She's a real bad liar
She's a witch and ya oughta know
Take her down on the back road
Take her down where nobody goes
She's in the trunk, I'm at the wheel
The longer I drive, the less I feel...fear
I'm the freeway shaman
She's a witch and ya oughta know
I'm the freeway shaman
She's a witch and ya oughta know
There's a lone wolf waiting
In a ditch where the smoke tree grows
I know she'll never be seen
Beneath the precious ravine
I'll leave her sleeping on back road tar
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Garbage Man
03:28
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you ain't no punk, you punk. you wanna talk about the real junk? if i ever slip, i'll be banned 'cause i'm your garbageman. well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'. do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'? do you understand? i'm your garbageman. yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway. now get outta your mind and get outta my way. now do you understand? do you understand? louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? i'm a garbageman. aw, jump on and ride... yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps. one half hillbilly and one half punk. big long legs and one big mouth. the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south. do you understand? do you understand? woo, i can't lose with the stuff i use, and you don't choose no substitutes. so stick out your can 'cause i'm your garbageman. louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? do you understand? all right, hop off.
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Monoxide Dreams
03:37
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You're shaking in your skirt, here we are aside the freeway
Watch the passing faces freeze, breathe the exhaust and the gasoline
The skies are orange with oxide dreams, it's exactly what it seems
And the air is sea foam green…
Yet the stars come out at night… with their shining wheels
They make it clear, there's more to this than we can see…
See that glare… it's always there… it raises temperature
Those things change with pasing years
There's so much money in those hills, it keeps the hungry coming back
Dreams of coffee colored Cadillac's
Yet the stars come out at night… with their shining wheels
They make it clear, there's more to this than we can see…
You'll know the ones, there talking to them selves…
Right where the circuit broke
The story could be theirs or it could be yours
But you're shaking in your skirt… lets turn the air down low
Here's your chance to conceal your secret stash
Yet the stars come out at night, with their shining wheels
They make it clear, there is more to this than we can see
Here's your chance to conceal your secret stash
And in a flash… I'm shure you'll make it be
Maybe there's something to that life… that they found some secret key
Than we watch them self destruct underneath the oxide dreams
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