Do It

by Orange Horse

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1.
Doodling 06:10
Often times Ill sit up at night and think about all of the horrible Things I've done...in my life Stack them straight, I capitulate, satan must think I'm wasting his fucking time...and mine Leave me to my simple ways be- Fore the stack requires braces Am I this obvious ominous obelisk Lost in its comically cosmical shadow? Gluttony, lusting, everyones humping Fattening planet is grinding it's axis I love pizza, it's the greatest That's how advertising trained us no more slack for me to cut (Your) village branded by my flood Let loose an arrow of mercy and peace Aimed at the mad man that spreads his disease Dampening darkness blooms from his heart (A) Warning to those who would take to the dark Smiles displayed, the final wall of will power decayed It's bricks push apart with roots of new life. The Festering bulge whimsically discards cities, a fleck of fat flung from two razor sharp incisors All the while, the humdrum murmur-buzz of insects circle the kill. And now, with stomach distended the beasts feet flatten flowers on his path back up the hill, Mr. bumble bee's stinger folds against the beasts hardened shell Its frantic little heart beat spells H-E-L-L Who are you? Who am I?
2.
14 billion years finally we arrive crude and violent Small yet virulent Power hungry God, we're ugly Eat your neighbors mass Building muscle fast Hills erupt primordial vulgarities we used to be Colored mud and dried by sun but not a glint of reasoning Here come the humans We Love the burning orb Crush defiant skulls See your reflection In a lake and pause "Who is this man?" "For what doth he want?" Nevermind that voice Back to crushing skulls... Psychotropic glossolalia Broke the silence, now we're who we are Pupils bloom black spades, digging the skies for specks of light; smoldering memories of worlds we will never know. The machinery cradling our prosperity is leaking what looks a lot like blood onto the last of the pretty pictures. Cities burp the acrid smoke of progress in the wrong direction as our hero's fingers slip from their grip on a conveniently oiled ladder rung. And destruction spilling right over the side, why don't we just step outside, we're brandishing all but our hearts, why don't we just step out side, breathtaking beauty aside This is where all life resides So you line up, waiting for your turn to slide, two of your fingers in side her, drinking the breath from her cries, sucking the film from this Rock, we're coloring green and blue black, this we can never turn back.

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The last recording of Orange Horse.

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released May 1, 2014

Jeff Conner-Vox, gtr
Geoff Gill- Bass
Chase Scott- Guitar, vox
Dylan Schwacke- Drums

James Robbins- Engineer

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Jeff Conner Baltimore, Maryland

Eccentric weirdo with a Grunge core.
Jazz, Metal, Oldies, Prog, Classical, Hip Hop, Reggae, Avante-Garde, pre 1980 Country, the list goes on.

Health & Wellness, Alchemy, The Occult, Regenerative Agriculture, Nature, Psychedelics, Fitness, Art, Meat, and Wild Women.

Check my new psych rock band I sing for, Crooked Plants, and old project I toured with in my 20's, Eat Your Neighbors.
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