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Wanderlust
04:35
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Wanderlust is for the rich
I can’t miss work I do to dig that ditch
Poverty has me caged in
When did meekness become a sin
All the hippies are dying from their age
That’s how they wanted it. Not in a violent way.
Better laid down in a bed of sheets
Then laid low in a white hot heat
The Rich make the war
But it’s fought by the poor
It’s the only way they’ll ever see the world
Wanderlust is for the rich
I can’t miss work I do to dig that ditch
Poverty has me caged in
When did meekness become a sin
It’s all peace and love until the bill come in
Then it’s fussing and fighting all over again
In the land of good and plenty
It’ sure is funny how only a few have all the money
But they’ll quote their savor
Though they can hear the words
If they only knew they’d turn their god away.
Hot air always rises.
You can capture it in a well sown balloon.
You’ll float on to far and distant lands
All you need is a purse splitting at the seams
For the bolts of cloth, the vats of resin,
The bobbin and the thread.
The yards rope, the cords of wicker,
The bags filled with loose sand.
The tanks of fuel, the machinery, the harden steel and flint
Most of all you need the time to leave.
Still we wait for our long haired savior
The shape will never form in a fool nor an angle
One pair of hands won’t tare a mountain down
But a throng of open palms can leveled the damn thing the ground
And our chorus of voiceless
Is louder than the coarsest
It’s the only our cry will every be heard
Wanderlust is for the rich
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2. |
Hating Love Songs
03:46
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She hates love songs
Because they never say anything new
She hates love songs
Because I never make them come true
Every night you turn on your Barry White
And wonder why I’m not more like him
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, I ain’t got the ways of Marvin Gay
You get so mean when you turn on Al Green
She hates love songs
Because they never say anything new
She hates love songs
Because I never make them come true
Come home late from a concert date
Broken record strewn across the floor.
Some say Marvin. Some say Miles.
All I know if they’re proof of my flaws.
How can I please her when there’s bands like Weezer
And songs that say I’ll love you ‘til the end.
She wants to hear cliches but that not the things I say.
I’m scared she’s going to throw all my records away.
She hates love songs
Because they never say anything new
She hates love songs
Because I never make them come true
Women you say they you hate love songs.
But you listen to them all the goddamn time.
And you say that I need to be that way
Or be gone
Kiss my face for kiss my ass.
I knew this thing could never last
‘Cause I’m not a hokey song
Cut into vinyl
I’d be perfect for you if I was wrapped up in a sleeve
And I sang you lies whenever you went to sleep
And you could turn me off
Whenever you were bored or need to leave
I’m leaving you for punk rock.
I’m leaving you for punk rock.
For their exciting stage
Full of unbridled rage
I’m leaving you for punk rock
‘Cause they don’t have
Any love songs
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3. |
Out to Play
04:01
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Let the children out to play
They don’t know to hear what we have to say
All they need is the ocean
All they need is devotion
That’s true
And we’ve done everything that we can do
The tide turns with the moon rise
Still the lunar pull weakens by and by
Someday the tide will stand still
Leaving ship on the hill
That will be a long time from my own
That will be a long time from my own
Let the children out to play
They don’t know to hear what we have to say
All they need is the ocean
All they need is devotion
That’s true
And we’ve done everything that we can do
The stars shine with the sun set
Still one guiding light is how we all met
It could have died long ago
And I would never know
But that will be a long time form my own
that will be a long time form my own
Salt, fish, and water the ocean will provide
The lesson that we teach the young will help them to survive
Below the murky deeps is a cornucopia
But the callous brackish waters caring nothing of your crippling phobias
A constant battery of wave reshape the shore
Until familiar eyes no longer recognize it anymore
Newborn worry of nothing, just the moment that’s at hand
Not the existential crisis that always plaguing man
The winds blow from the earth’s heat
Still the universe slowly fall asleep
Someday the wind will freeze
Leaving ships out at sea
But that would be a long time for my own
that would be a long time for my own
Let the children out to play
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4. |
It's Coming On
02:47
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I was raised by learned witches
with their chemistry and brew,
And all their wicked spells
From the centuries accrued
They sicced me on this world
With teeth of jagged pearl
It’s coming on!
The coven sent me forth
To sew mischief and mayhem
Upsetting the four humors
Of bile, blood, and phlegm.
To disturb one and all
With guile, might and gall.
It’s coming on!
I’m a ghoul who’s on a haunt
Posed to strike again
Find myself a victim
And walk inside their skin
Pierced by gnarled horns
Their mind will soon be torn
It’s coming on!
I once rebuked a hex
Then braved a foul ordeal
To save my prickly hide
To the witches I much appeal
With tinctures, salves, and charms
To erase my shrouded harms
It’s coming on!
They snapped my gnarled horns
Then skinned my prickly hide
They smashed my jagged teeth
Then stripped away my pride
From my beastial form
My wretched soul was torn
It’s coming on!
Soon I was forgotten
As an offhand incantation
Once demonic terror
Now an impish aberration
I’m the cunning in the night
Benign at morning light
It’s coming on!
No laurels to rest upon
With my sword I’ve been impaled
For all the ugly deeds I’ve done
There’s no moral tale
A warning I will send
Horror will never end
It’s coming on!
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5. |
Burn It Down
03:02
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Burn it down
So only the chimney’s left standing
And the charred hearth is a memoriam
To all the hopes and dreams that flew out that flew
And all the memories we ever knew
I can’t care about the next generation
I can’t even seem to care for myself
Burned our home down to spite our happiness
Now we’re both stuck in the wilderness
Burn it down
So the studs look like a book of matches
And all the left is the paper jacket
I can wear it to ward of all the tigers
They’ll think I’m one of them as I hide in their hide
I can’t care about the next generation
I can’t even seem to care for myself
Burned our home down to spite our happiness
Now we’re both stuck in the wilderness
Burn it down
Burn it down
I can’t care about the next generation
I can’t even seem to care for myself
Burned our home down to spite our happiness
Now we’re both stuck in the wilderness
Burn it down
So the plain is as plan is it can be
And the basement is a gaping whole in the ground
I can use it as my open casket
Stranger pointing as I lye in my lie
I can’t care about the next generation
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6. |
You'll Be Sorry
04:11
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When the Good Samaritan returned home
He had be ostracized
For helping the biggity
Who had burnt down the church on the mount
You’ll be sorry of all you’ve ever down
Both the good and the bad
No one cares of you intentions
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
Young John Adams defended the cops
Who shot down protesters on state street
The cops were quickly acquitted
From their fear of Crispus Attucks complexion
You’ll be sorry of all you’ve ever down
Both the good and the bad
No one cares of you intentions
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
In every must floats seed, skins, and stem
The juice filtered from the marc
The fine bottle will cork with age
Turning wine to vinegar
Ooooo
Major Thompson flew down from the sky
His Raven’s aim on the 2nd platoon
Chairman Rivers thought it treason
The simplest act of competition
You’ll be sorry of all you’ve ever down
Both the good and the bad
No one cares of you intentions
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
They want to watch as you twist in the wind
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Anson the Ornery Kansas City, Missouri
Anson is a multimedia artist combining his backgrounds in music, visual arts, writing and acting to create interactive installations and performances that make the viewer a part of the art rather than apart from the art.
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