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Clatter and Hiss
02:39
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Berms and swales crest without care
Clutch sacred vessels, throw salt in the air
Screaming horse under tremulous mass
These near missives shall come to pass
Think it’s time, you and I, headed out
Before the strata flex and widow’s might offer drought
But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss
Conspire to concede humility and grace
Come land, come sea, come air or fire
When fissures cleft, tigers and diamonds
Swallowed intact, we can extract retribution
For the clemency, the awkward, the hungry
But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss
With self entitlement and pangs
Persistent premonitions and spastic fits of reason
Conspire to concede humility and grace
I guess I thought this wouldn’t happen
I regret being such a terrible person
I had a feeling
Humanize the proceedings
As bedlam
Succumbs
To order
But the clatter and the hiss, no time to reminisce
Kiss the boys and clutch the kids and with a
Promissory bid to step from the grid
Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me
Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me
Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me
They mock me
They mock me
They’re laughing
They mock me
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Family of Boys
01:38
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I kissed a man who was sick
Lesions and a back full of cysts
Fell prone unto the purple dawn
We came to get it on
Goldmine in the mirror
Human wrecks and petulant neckers
But I see it so clearly
Feel love and I want to be near ya
We’re just a family of boys
And it’s fine, if anyone joins
Can’t tell if you’re kind or curious
Shirk burdens and that’s the end of us
Mister party, yield your person
I’m no monster, but no man can stop me
We’re just a family of boys
And it’s fine, if anyone joins
I won’t go for a powder
We’re relentless, and we’re getting louder
We’re getting louder
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How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know…
There’s a bomb in Gilead
Once a salve but now a rash
Soft pelf and witchymen
Stray voltage from high command
Daywalkers through the golden ghettos
Sweet Williams for the Fertile Crescent
Pinioning for crystal herons
You’re walking bags of meat
And your life means nothing
How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know that you’re hurting
I live by code without moral and honor
Inappropriate dress and conduct
I work for Division of Wealth
Search for treasures at the expense of others
I dreamt the intangible
Prefabricate the unmemorable
Minstrel shows for deafened jays
Splayed the fog with fluttering blades
Every aspect of human life
has been monetized and outsourced
A chemical haze lilts the great circle
Our memories thin with excellent reason
Battledress and discrete worlds
How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know that you’re hurting
How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know you’re hurt
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Haunters, and the semi-divine say the same thing every time
Corpulent, and partly thick, every day is a parlor trick
Porcine, wonders abound, burn the hogs with cholera
Whip the flesh, of the amber mare, ‘til the cavalcade stops and stares
Fractals, ride the grime, how can this not be a crime
Ecocide, we continue to hew, when nature just might thrash you
Hurried and harassed, steel to stone and metal to flesh
They can kill you but they can’t eat you
Godlets they can mistreat you
Dark paths, oh please just once
So tired, haven’t slept in months
Tireless, inoculation
Spreading debt, humiliation
Pitched hot, right into the wreckage
Picked the glass from their faces
And you were sick of war, how can you forget
You were once dealt the hand of death
Sorrow, from the marrow, why can’t you be decent
They can kill you but they can’t eat you
Godlets, they can mistreat you
You’re cynical is what they say
How could there be any other way?
I weathered this misfortune
Cold smoke and a shot in the locker
Ring kissers time to strip your wealth
When we lift our brothers, we lift ourselves
They will kill you and then they’ll eat you
Godlets, they will defeat you
You’re cynical is what they say
How could there be any other way?
Without distractions, I need distractions
Distractions, paralyzed by desperation
Distractions, anything to stave mutation
Distractions
I’ll take that action
I’ll take that action
He’ll take that action
I’ll take that action
Distractions
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Ditch Riders
03:12
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We’ll show them but they don’t know we exist
Leathered boys in the security of darkness
Vernal lambs and the dogs of night
Play our jams in the broad daylight
Run this town, I’m the lord of the hicks
I know both kinds of music
I ride the C for an entire song
My golden harem, help me sing along
Ditch riders, methamphetamines
You can’t stop the cowboy king
My voice is as good as Dylan’s
Brought joy to tens of hundreds
Won the Flying Cross, you were still in bed
They say you only live once
I’ve died a thousand deaths
Ditch riders, methamphetamines
You can’t stop the cowboy king
High sierra, skies of blue
Whispering pines, remind me of you
High sierra, skies of blue
Whispering pines, remind me of you
Skies of blue, reminds of you
Ditch riders, methamphetamines
Ditch riders, methamphetamines
You can’t stop the cowboy
You can’t stop the cowboy
You can’t stop
The cowboy king
The cowboy king
The cowboy king
The cowboy king
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I was a white feather
Hell-bent for leather
Brutish hammerhead
Got loose for bread
And phrenetic pleasure
I threw fits and starts, writhen
Made ghosts, sought decay, raze
Bad math, bad meth, night born
A little wretch and easy makes
I was told to act like a miracle
But I’m a total disgrace
I planned on holding my head high
But I lost my way
I was a brittle weeper
A trill believer
Hacksaw haircut
And ill-fitting clothes
But I’m no honeycreeper
Live wrong, live long, prowling
Sacred charge, small mercies, fraught
Uneasy and unclean, wary
I stalk divine beasts
I was told to act like a miracle
But I’m a total disgrace
I planned on holding my head high
But I lost my way
Unfaithful
Come in close
Altarpiece
Welcome home
I was told to act like a miracle
But I’m a total disgrace
I planned on holding my head high
But I lost my way
Have you ever met yourself?
I was insufferable
I tried to live like an honest man
But it’s a closing circle
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Righteous Lightning
03:30
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Chipper, I’ll put you in one
Nurse please, this is serious
Smooth jazz is tough to calibrate
Oh that’s interesting
Damn it don’t speak when I’m talking
Decay soothes poverty, keeps us rich
Righteous lighting reels around us
We could share in every abscess
Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man
I want to be normal, for you
But I can’t
Ignorance just short of brash
Paralyzing angelic grace
This infected face must be heaven
Small talks, grand mutilations
Scheduling carnal consultations
Oh please, mention the weather, I dare you
Righteous lighting reels around us
We could share in every abscess
Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man
I want to be normal, for you
But I can’t
I’m gonna hurt your feelings, under bright lights
Blood mist dances, above your pinball eyes
Hit the gas, let’s get gone
Oh rot, come on
Righteous lighting reels around us
We could share in every abscess
Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man
I want to be normal, for you
But I can’t
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Red Emeralds
01:46
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She don’t believe in Parisian gore
Riled states are uncalled for
That’s for creeps and irrational youth
Nature won’t allow unspoken truths
Roman wolves and classy boys
Get in line to be destroyed
Balladeer, you can chant royal
These red emeralds, they scream recoil
You can have my love, you can have my life
Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme
She don’t believe in Parisian gore
She don’t believe in Parisian gore
You can have my love, you can have my life
Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme
With a hatchet face and a ruddy cuss
When you have nothing, you still have us
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Human sacrifice and ritual suicide
Humming bars of white light
Sungrazed, dull orange eyes
Fat war maggots pile ‘em high
We worship an altered being
False idols for the callow and clean
Sweet reason set in amber
Hellkites, man the tanneries
Wolf jaws, bathed in light
Stayers crept the fever ward
Pristine systems for teeming hordes
We worship an altered being
False idols for the callow and clean
Fire gaps for the in-between
Wirra and grain for the warily
Humming bars of white light
Human sacrifice
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10. |
The Rockery
02:50
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I’m terrified to pierce the sky
Then sit at home and wonder why
Preoccupied with vanity and wealth
Well my body, attacks itself
Memories make you clutch your babies
Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
Collapse, unto the earthen floor
Think you’re heavy, I highly doubt it
Try walking through a pandemic
You’re gonna care where eagles dare
Decompose, see how you fare
Memories make you clutch your babies
Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
Collapse, unto the earthen floor
And it feels like none of this works
The quiet weight of snow or church
In the town known for soul
Warm sun and rock and roll
Forefathers sang the blues
Three mothers paced the room
Ghost cowboys, they glide the range
As serious as prayers on a plane
Gone slight as you clutch the cart
Feel shame, as you’re torn apart
Collapse, unto the earthen floor
Memories make you clutch your babies
Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
Cause those families don’t live here anymore
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Gusts of filth slit the wintry air
We stood where trains won’t even dare
When the call comes in you know
What’s going on in that home
Wrote you a letter ‘cause life is precious
You were homeward bound
Toward the sound of silence
Stuck here under April skies
Old friend, you’re between planets
And it doesn’t…
Sound good like music in a record store
Feel warm like someone you never felt before
I miss your look of intensity
East and West and what “Emma” means
Boys and girls of D.I.
What it truly means to be kind
But it doesn’t…
Sound good like music in a record store
Feel warm like someone you never felt before
I made your mother cry when you went away
It’s the day after the perfect day
Everything’s telling me that he’s gone
You say you’re here but you aren’t
Red cloaks and wistful faces
All rise for the ever-restless
I guess I always knew
That this would happen to you
And you’d see it through
And it doesn’t…
Sound good like music in a record store
Feel warm like someone you never felt before
Made your mother cry when you went away
It’s the week after the perfect day
Made your mother cry when you went away
And there are no more perfect days
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Western Addiction Oakland, California
Since forming in 2003, WA has defied easy categorization, and new album Frail Bray finds them slipping further beyond the confines of hardcore. Listen closely and hope sneaks in, but the point of view isn’t the only thing that’s different. WA's attack has grown more nuanced, the band crafting songs that comfortably draw from a wide swath of rock ’n’ roll while retaining punk’s ferocity. ... more
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