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Thoughts Can Change
01:08
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Hella Fucky
03:16
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Blades out, armor across your chest
Torches, fail in constricting darkness
Mind sound, or are the sounds of your mind
Winding, their way around your windpipe?
Syllables strip flesh from bone
Curse his path to clear your own
Unconscious black magic spell cast
Energetic death stroke vortex
No passion in your replies;
Parroting something
No flexion in your stance,
You stand for nothing
No tenderness to your approach
Your touch is culling
I FORGIVE YOU
Hella Fucky
Fort with built-in demolition
Solo standoff, one-way mission
<The Darkest Dungeons are in the Mind...>
Cursive legion at your command
Skin you chew to reach the weak end
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Swirl Cone
03:05
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Holding you back
I’m holding you back
You need to do this for yourself
Go on and do this for yourself
Steady she goes
Further from my arms
Love is a luxury that
We cannot afford
The pain of tasting life with
Someone I adore
I remember back when you were mine
Then you left and now girl I know why
I could never fault you for his sins
I love your laughter, it’s my medicine
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The Totalitarian Tiptoe
03:45
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Silent weapons for quiet wars, there's
Glyphosate seeping out your pores
Fluoride calcified your pineal gland,
And then
Microwave radiation
Fall in line as the piper’s flute plays that ancient, culling, sweet melody
Fee fie fo fum another one
Fee fie fo fum another one
We comin for ya
We gonna getcha
Abolishing violence means
Punishments of silence
Temper, timing, mountain climbing,
Late afternoon sun...
You built your world of these words but now you're
short on sticks and stones.
Cold
Alone
Hollow
Broken
Naked
Bitter
Empty
Help?
Chewy! Crunchy!
Cheesy! Chocolaty!
Mirror-minded machinations bind
vapid youth deep into trance
Gravity aborted from our words,
flooding sordid ornaments into our core
Garrulous jaws crush
Bones to dust as we
Beg for extinction
Opulent ignorance, brushing
Hair with derringers
Loaded with our lurid hopes
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5. |
Frozen Season
01:22
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The Cyclone Waltz
03:58
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One hand on the bible,
One behind her back.
Too long in denial
Two hearts kept apart
Just say you love me and
I'll be your baby, it’s
maybe or never, decide now!
Dance the cyclone waltz.
Maybe I'll be there and
Lately, I've felt it, I'm
Breaking down castles inside, now.
Let the sun shine through.
Focus on the beauty
Not on what we lack
You suffer from giving
Me from holding back
Trapped in a cyclone,
your feet never touch down
You’re spinning in circles imbibing
Potions, prayers, abuse.
Maybe I'm strong enough
To quell the cyclone or
Perhaps it will lift us both up
Find the will to choose
You come to me, with
Spirit so lonesome
Too long...
You come to me, with
prayer so sacred to
love no one before you love yourself;
to love yourself.
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7. |
St. Lascivious
01:31
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Daylight burns us
Faith lights our candles
Daylight burns our skin
Fate lines our coffins
The city of blind love
Obsidian black love
Lascivious cries from above
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8. |
Slugs
04:11
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The straight city lines clamp my brain, push me forward down a tight, black tunnel. Thighs pump in lugubrious haste, giving chase to the bones of those who couldn’t keep pace; churning in monolithic waves of burping charcoaled waste. An unfriendly reminder that people don't get kinder when you hinder their mind with sine waves undulating between gas lighting and mad hyping. These fine lines in the sand might not be drawn by the toes of a man, but by a tightly coiled side winder, ready to drag any taker down to that glowing hell. Their bloated, sweaty bodies scrape against mine, unaware of our connection. A crusted growl fowls the ears of a passer by, smoke scolds in jealous whispers, and a box of chewed up chicken bones scatters across the sidewalk, like a voodoo ritual for the ghosts of futures lost.
Four loko, impossible burgers, peanut brickle and 600 types of deep fried fuckery leak from their every orifice, in perpetual hedonistic suicide…
No passion in your replies
No sunrise behind your eyes
The life force inside you is fading
The visions we once had
Froze flash like Pompeii ash
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride
Out in the sun
Out in the sun
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Ohmwrecker
02:24
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Barefoot across this,
Broken crystal ball
Blood opens doors up,
Chains deck the halls
Sold out, are all your sturdy rocks
Told up, are all your antique tropes
Mold, collecting in your heart
Bolder, grow these un-peaceful thoughts
Jump back Jack,
Bob your head, duck and sway
Rattle snake,
Shake your tail, stay away
Sink beneath
Sheltered rock, where you’re safe
From the falling sky
BOW WOW CHICKAWOW
Bitter words, out your pen, from your brain
Red flag all of your thoughts, separate
You from the love, you so desperately seek,
Buried alive with a
BOW WOW CHICKAWOW
THE WORLD AROUND YOU
PUSHING DOWN
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10. |
Livingstoned
03:12
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The air, the air, I don't mind the air.
Up there, Up there, I don't mind the air.
Bless the waters that you rose from
A flower, pale, but scented sweet.
Locked my hair in selfish pleasure
Crack a smile, bare my teeth
You pulled your body close to mine, girl
I swam the night beneath your stars
Moonlight pranced upon the window
Nullifying bright red Mars.
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11. |
I Ain't Done
04:11
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Im on the line
Im alive
Im over the line
Still alive
Bone weathers so slow
Smiles callowed by rotting core
Thrushed muscle entombed by jaws
Nothing ever feels right
All of my sins collide
Jagged lances of lightning taste me
Culture’s mendacious scars
Branding me like a condemnation
UP FROM THE GROUND,
A HAND WHERE MY BODY ONCE LIE
EYES OF THE SPHINX,
BURNING HOLES INTO
ALL THAT SERVES GREED
I AINT DONE, AINT DONE YET.
VEINS, PULSING BOMBS,
TUNNEL VISION HONES THE
BLADE OF MY REVENGE.
RAGE, BLINDING WHITE,
SEVER ME FROM THE ANCHORS
OF THIS WORLD.
I AIN’T DONE, AIN’T DONE YET
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12. |
Red Giant
05:18
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Alone but never far way
From the folks who keep you sane
Speak, if ever you are weak
Reach, if ever you can't speak
Congregation smooths frustrations out.
Peace will find you.
Dove and olive branch will hold
Only so much before folding
Leave the devils to their ways,
Breathe deep and see another day.
All their worries fuel your furies, I hope that
Peace will find you
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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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