1. |
Tuno
00:34
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2. |
Mr. Pepper
05:28
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Pantomime of 90s blues
Down at Flynn’s on 53
Mr Rock-o’s howling through
His silver wand again
He all but cries it out
Each Thursday takes the hit
And the patrons all the same
Sadly seems we’ve saved this man
So tie one on the bar
Settle down your Moscow mule
For Mr. Pepper’s song
It’s cloying and it’s strange
But it’s only Thursday night
And won’t be for too long
Some courage left unchecked
Gurgles through his wine
Now it’s spreading round the hall
To swallow up the town
Our built-in band is fading
House falling into the sea
It’s pushing past the monitors
And the threshold’s locking down
Remember not long ago
The comfort of our shapes
Warmth of ticking time
Or of kindly aging friends
Ears and eyes on Mr. Pepper
Flesh swirling ‘round the room
It’s only Thursday night
Stretched from end to end
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3. |
Another Dead Botfly
03:57
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Bury me fondly
Mind the waves, mind the wake
Please sing softly
Cries be damned in love or hate
But voices wait
Patient at bay
For a chance to feast
My husk on display
You pillars
Of pearly heart
Can’t afford any
Mercy my way?
Follow me closely
Through the dark and static drone
I’ll convince you
I’ve got a face just like your own
Bandages climb
Into the mouth
Taste of expiry
Touch of chalk outlines
‘Round me
Paint me
Burning red
Holy white
The longing horns
I heard them ring
But not for me
I tried to save you
With knuckled hands
From the ones
Who frighten me
End my feeding
Bloated and drawing ire
Left here all alone
No torch song?
No funeral pyre?
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Does your conscience bother you?
Or is its strong scent nothing new?
Does your hunger define you?
Or has your ego deflated too?
And now it is time
To get it in by the line
Holding court with fools
Sorting donkeys from mules
Sing that dead band's song
Sing all summer long
Does the unobscured concern you?
Or have you missed another cue?
Better keep your head there, pardn’er
Cause you’ll need it before long
When you’re in the weeds without a gardener
You’ll know the words you’ve sung couldn’t be more wrong
Holding court with fools
Sorting donkeys from mules
Sing that dead band's song
Sing all summer long
Play that dead band’s song
Play that dead band’s song
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5. |
Mount Olympus Laughs
04:30
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Deep in the old downtown
I can’t read anything
But one sign shines so bright
Declaring itself king
When will we ever have a chance like this again?
The odds are a thousandth of a fraction of one to ten
Why won’t you see our luck?
A sign from the gods has been given
Don’t you care about consistency?
I wish I was the one who had driven
When will we ever have a chance like this again?
The odds are a thousandth of a fraction of one to ten
When will we ever get a chance like this again?
Mount Olympians laugh at us mortal men
But we can live as gods every now and then
So will we ever have a chance like this again?
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6. |
Chronicles of Sgt. Baby
04:08
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New Hampshire highway
Far from the spotlight mirror
Fish are filling up the pond
But the thieves, they descend
Burning through mothers
Turning out brothers
Heard it out the ass of babes
I’m building all the bodies
Daddy once told me
“You are what you make”
So if you wanna sew more of me
Bring tributes and cheer
Down at the heels
Of Sgt. Baby
Well known within my walls
I was born of heroic stock
Loathsome critters past and present
Must contend with me
One Sgt. Baby
Daddy once asked me
To never give in
To daggers that’ll bleed you
Bring the boys home
Sgt Baby
All we require you to do
Burning through mothers
Turning out brothers
Heard it out the ass of babes
I’m herding all the bodies
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You’ll raise your kids on deviled ham
Cause you won’t even spring for spam
You’re like an ingrown hair I can’t reach,
The sand in my shorts at the beach
You are the itch I cannot scratch
The bad apple that spoils the batch
And yet here we are in Bridgeport again
The cockroaches have become sentient
And I for one am thrilled with this development
You probably tip like an ass
After giving waitstaff your sass
You’re the picnic that’s full of ants
You’re the tear on the back of my pants
And yet here we are in Bridgeport again
The cockroaches have become sentient
And I for one am thrilled with this development
Who is this for?
No, really who is this for?
I’ve lost the plot once again
I’ve lost the plot once again
Forces freely facing foes
Gnawing nascent neighbor who knows
Different dyes do deal decoys
Every elephant eerily enjoys
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8. |
Queen City Rebels
05:14
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From the vantage of the summer home car
It couldn’t be clearer they’re going too far
Queen City Rebels
Will be never be tread upon
Orbs on pedestals and bathtub Marys
Ideologically the same, only the decor varies
Queen City Rebels
Will be never be tread upon
Got the yellow besides the blacks, blues, and whites
Contradicting colors will make clear our fight
Our struggle from our McMansions
To make sure we’re treated right
Queen City Rebels
Will be never be tread upon
Queen City Rebels
Will be never be tread upon
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9. |
Buongiorno, Osso Ragazzi
04:32
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Buongiorno, osso ragazzi
Rebar for the burdened beasts
We call upon you once a-more
Our lords and ladies sup on Sunday
Looking for a special sort of brew
And you might be asking what you’re really here for
Arrivederci, osso ragazzi
Your time has come, at last you’ve filled your role
We have your flavors sealed in our bowl
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If you want to lead lemmings
You need some ears
Words can only go so far
If no one hears
I know you think you’re the son of Do
Before you think you can Trek
You need to swim with Bolians
They said you should be in Oregon
But I’d not know
You just want some followers
And that’s a tough stitch to sew
I know you think you’re the second coming
But till you get apostles
You’re just shouting in a crowd
You could touch them all
You could touch them all
Lay your hands upon them
Lay your hands upon them
And you can heal
Oh yes, you can heal
You can heal
They said you’ve blessed strangers
And you know that’s strange
You think that they’re in your fold
But that’s deranged
What do you think about this makes much sense
They said you think you’re famous
They said you think you’re famous
You could touch them all
You could touch them all
Lay your hands upon
Lay your hands upon them
And you can heal
Oh yes, you can heal
You can heal
You have shown everyone your sustenance
Yeah your sustenance
Your audience awaits
Is this what you wanted to say?
Did you ever have anything to say?
You are but one but there will be many
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11. |
Runt
03:48
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Pouring out the bedroom
Heard his pillow stains
Intriguing like a sore thumb
Boyish and mundane
It should come as no surprise
The lines are oozing down my chest
Slender numbers, tender words
It’s stolen valor
Maybe he’s less than what you’ve heard
Contracted actor
Clogging up the wire
Charming hearts at large
I’m scoffing at such parlor tricks
In days of old I lead the charge
Locals with toxic inkwells
Writing off my screeds
As ramblings of a dinosaur
Stoned on reptile dreams
All along his stream
The birds have staked their claim
Scattered by the truths I’ve croaked
Across the river, through the trees
Seems he copped my outfit
With emperor tailor’s thread
But only I may wallow
And swim amongst the dead
Plainly my words splinter
Their wafer-thin routine
So I’ll go roost upon my bar
Rusting out of scene
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There is no right
So it’s impressive how wrong you can be
You’ve got your views
So there’s no time or consideration to see
Somewhere something was said
By some fuckup with a camera and time
Well I guess that’s it, then
When the echoes echo loudest, you’re in your prime
At least
I’ll never meet you
Yeah I said at least
I’ll never meet you
So yeah, just hide
Your cloak of words will almost cover you
So yeah, be strong
And let your own blankie smother you
At least
I’ll never meet you
Yeah I said at least
I’ll never meet you
You’re all just talk
(I’ll never meet you)
You’re all just talk
(I’ll never meet you)
You’re all just talk
(I’ll never meet you)
You’re all just talk
(I’ll never meet you)
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