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This One's For You, Mom.
04:52
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Searching to compare her beauty
Yielded empty hands
Strumming along to one of her songs
She taught me with unflinching love
Now I give to you
Gods of wind and earth and waters
I have been with all your daughters
And I must say
If I have had
A better time
I can't remember when
Oh what can I do my lady
To ease all your pains? They've
Broken your crown, they're
Tearin you down, if
She dies, so do we!
We've arrived. We've arrived at the long end of the line
Mothers dying. Mothers dying from our incessant demands.
You are, you are
All her children.
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Everything you've
ever seen, we
pulled up from the earth. We
pulled up from the earth.
some people think
original life
hitchiked in on asteroids
Maybe we
are not of this earth.
Wanna know, need to know, gotta know
I
Want to know
Where that
Rock came from
Ancient astro
nauts they spy
on us from next door
Admiring their work
Where do the secrets hide?
Spliced into you and I.
Subservient we're bred
Pulling satans sled
Wanna know, need to know, gotta know
I
WANT TO KNOW
WHO IS
PLAYING GOD
EMPATHY
EXISTS NOT
IN THE MINDS OF THOSE WHO RULE
LIGHT UP THE SKIES
LET LOOSE THE DOGS
KICK IN THE DOORS, THEN THEIR BALLS AND THEIR SKULLS
LETS REINSTATE
A PRIMITIVE WORLD
HUMANITY; TAKE 2 THIS
TIME WERE THE BOSS
12 feet tall and
Shifting shapes
Built in blood so cold
A lineage of old
Do they truly live
Among us wrapped in skin
And drink our life to
live themselves
I WANNA KNOW
WHAT
IN THE FUCK
DID
I JUST SAY
Grab a bunch of food. And guns, yeah, get the guns. We can take this truck up to the mountains and dig in somewhere they'll never find us. We can grow our own food and operate on circadian rhythms, sleep and wake with the natural pattern of the earth. We can have babies and raise them to be good people... And if anyone threatens our way of life...if anyTHING attempts to turn us into human Capri suns...we will
YOU WILL WHAT?
YOU KNOW NOT!
WILL WItHOUT EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT IS UNSTOPPABLE
I BEG TO DIFFER
LOCK ARMS AND HEARTS
YOU CAN BRING LIGHT IN A ROOM THAT'S PITCH BLACK
DARKNESS WILL SCATTER
SHYING AWAY BUT YOU
CAN'T DO THE OPPOSITE,
THAT'S HOW WE WIN
AND WE WILL WIN
AND WE WILL WIN
AND WE WILL CRUSH
YOUR
WILL
WITH
OUR
LIGHT!!!
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Hell Crutches
04:55
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I, can't abide, with
Roped off phrases and guilty lovers
Why, is it right
To make a killin off brain washed children
Maybe I should get out more?
Maybe I should find a hobby
It's too late
Sedated smiles lacing lips
Dont turn your eyes from the dirt that feeds you
To the sky that won't talk back.
(To the sky!! To the sky...)
Praised, with a phrase
You're part of the team but no ice cream
Until, our little game,
Has laid to rest your weary bones
Look to the sky, look to the sky
Who is this man that lives in the sky?
Stick all your wishes up into his eyes
Questions left hanging are tucked back inside
Look to the sky, look to the sky,
Stick all your wishes up into the sky
Foolish mortal, we feed on your type
Do me a kindness and step back in line
I know how you can lose your soul
Open your heart to a big black hole
Your halo falls around your neck,
Doubles as a noose and it tightens
As it holds you back
Halo! Lasso!
You're halo is a lasso
Cmon
That halo is a lasso
Cmon
Fill your heart
With the love
That you empty into nothing and then
Guide
Actions towards
The ones you love and those who need it most
Help the weak
Help the poor
And then ditch your lord for
Human beings
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4. |
Stuck In Honey
03:22
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You know you're right
You know you're right in the back of my mind
This grown man pines
You know he pines for the loss of his time
All I see are shadows
Nobody here but the ghosts I've frozen
Shameless exasperated
Total recall frame by frame
Circle the drain
Gravity pushing so hard i can't breathe
Engulfed by night
The light it slowly shrinks,
pins fill the sky
Right in the back of my mind
I did what I thought was right; set you free
Letting you know how I felt should have been, my
Plan from the time that I knew
I wasted my time before you.
Right in the back of my mind
I know you wanted to feel good
And you know you made me happy
But my ego wasn't ready for a plan
Now I'll get lost in a window
And I think about the me that
wasn't stuck in honey here with you
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Chunk
03:45
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You're getting wide
Your cells expand and bend genetics
Your diet's fried,
You're making love to Colonel Sanders
Laid up in a hospital bed
Half a Big Mac from being dead
Wondering how you've become
Such a fucking lazy bum
Your toilet sighs,
Your bowels slosh like chocolate oceans
It's not your fault
You've chowed down lies from the beginning.
Filled with pills til eyes glaze over
Scythe and cloak of your next lover
Pharma rubs its hands together
Double slashed "S" shaped pupils
It is well
Past the time to
Solve the crime
Who poisoned the food?
Go on deny, and wave goodbye
To human rights as your loved ones die
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The Greater Good
04:01
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A Minuscule crack,
Barely a trickle
The goblets sweat runs
Down my wrist
Straight to the head
Viscous vermillion
Fills my mouth with
Archaic words
Recited solemnly
In careful gait
Align my mind
And every cell
With my intention
Goodbye cruel world
Yeah! I think I can fashion a pair of devil's horns once more
From the broken pieces of your sullen heart, my love
A tattered robe
Grazes my feet and
My face is tilted
towards the sky
The heavens burn
Illumination
From my op-en
(End part)
Becoming an Antenna
For these words beamed
From a star.
Directions to end the
homo sapien virus
For the greater good
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7. |
Shallow Dive Warning
04:08
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They'll fake you out and "blow your mind" with
power chord confessions of sin.
The saintly absence contrived to the nines
And empty as Mike Ness's gin
I'll wait my turn to be ignored and skip the mirrors gaze
The words fall out, with no cohesion like an alphabet soup grenade
Maybe I can see
What you really mean
Shallow dive warning
jump headfirst and see
we can't work it out
we can't work it out
we can't work it out
It won't fit
Yet I can scream and shout
and kick my soapbox down
You are still the clown
in this skit.
The drunken child who cut your hair should
Be spanked and sent to bed
This desperate ennui becomes no one,
So swallow that smirking scoff
Maybe I can see
Who you tried to be
Check your pulse and breathe
Think you missed a beat
We can't work it out
We can't work this out
We can't work it out
It won't fit
I can scream and shout and
kick my soapbox down, yet
You are still the clown
In this skit
Hold tight to that microphone
Dust settles on my beating heart
I'll drink your blood and and give you stares like
you're the one who sucks.
Don't patronize my godly grace with
leftovers meant for the dogs.
Love letters written in piss
White trash martini twist
Gun and a kiss
swing and a miss
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8. |
Gnome Whore
02:50
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No, nothing's cool no more
Leave me enough space,
to just sustain the
Life that I have made,
I've grown quite fond of
Sex and beer and steak,
I do not care for
Politics of late,
the way they squabble
Nothing's cool no more
Feel it building up?
The frenzied sickness
Kill the ones you love
Protect them from this
Viral paradigm
And all it's minions
From injecting slime
Into our kinship
No, nothing's cool no more
We can't let them win! I'm on your side! We can leave tonight, just you and I! If we can tell the world without getting into an "inconvenient accident," then we can shift the global consciousness and bite these snakes in half with our teeth, freeing our brethren from their wretched guts! And with eyes wide as the night, covered in blood, we scream into the sky knowing we can finally sleep with both eyes closed!
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9. |
Transparencies
03:45
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Eyes will roll,
Hips will sway and
Tongues are dripping
With impatience
Easy, killer... You're
All Transparencies
WHAT DO YOU DO AGAIN? OH, THAT'S RIGHT
LIKE NUCLEAR WAR, YOUR FUTURE'S BRIGHT
30 MORE YEARS BACK TO THE GRIND
DO US A FAVOR CRAWL OFF AND DIE
"L" words drop
Eyes get misty
Running backwards
Just open your
Wrists right now save
us the poetry
YOU TRY TO LOVE, BUT TOO HARD YOU TRIED
A HELPING HAND TOWARDS SUICIDE
YOU TRY TO LOVE, BUT TOO HARD YOU TRIED
WORK YOUR BODY TIL It's DEAD INSIDE
Beautiful, Pitiful
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You're not alone
When you
Sink in a stare
And disappear
To a world
You once knew
As a child
Makes believe
I wish I could stay right here
Is there a way
To wash clean
the pestilential stench
Of western civilization? Cuz when you
step back all the things you think you wanted were
the things you could do without
Now these things got you thinking bout the things you been thinkin about more things
I wish I could stay right here
Hold, what's that noise?
Cup your ear, grasp the sound!
I'm alive with the vib-rations
From the pounding drum!
Cheers to the queers, to the
oddities and ugly ducklings
Please, don't forget, without
You we'd be Delaware
BACK TO THE PLAYGROUND
BACK TO THE PLAYGROUND ALL YOU SILLY FUCKERS
And you know that I will join you
Just as soon as I send the word
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11. |
BodyFridge
07:44
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Bullfight in a red dress
Dancing through the fire with her feet bare
Stomach undulating
Slipping through the shackles of my brain parts
Vacancies make delicacies
For my thirsty soul
Jelly filled humans delicious
Drink your greedy fill
You shoot me I shoot you and when we place the blame falls right through the hole
Body parts exploding in the sunlight just like
Lazy vampires on my porch, so I turn off my
Lights every Halloween night and I hand-cuff
Both of my wrists to the metal radiator
AND I
I CHANGE
Into my clown suit
How do you
Get blood
Out of
Out of a clown suit?
You shoot me, I shoot you
And when we place the blame,
It falls right through the holes.
BURN
From aloha to a halo
TRUDGE
By gauntlet or grace, we make our mistakes
FEed
Looks like rainclouds
You shoot me, I shoot you
And when we place the blame,
It falls right through the holes.
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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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