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Magical Nightmares

from Hospital Basement Music by Onboard Balloon

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Why the fuck
Can i see the sun still
runnin’ on one wheel
the battle is uphill
shatterd and buzz killd
that’s a done deal
drinkin on another one
another one spills
pills into the pearls
bound ta get killed
dealin with this world
sealin’ it off
cant breath that hate
everytime I hit the pillow
damn I see that snake
lovin wonder why
I gotta be that way
Lift the roots
And pass it to me
Picken fruit
From the cancerous tree
Livin proof’
That the master can’t see
Sippen soup
In a pasture of dreams
Didn’t pick the roll
Sick in the cold
twenty six below
wind drifts in the snow
the blood leaves a trail
trail leaves in the blood
she don’t even know
shes a lyric designer
she sees the bleedin crow
in the spirit inside her

it’s a reminder
a different kinda spider
pretends its his property
offensive novelty
jump the fence
and ditch this poverty
guess everything
is being what it otta be
it’s gotta be the end
haven’t seen a friend
the path I see is bent
and slowly sinks you
lonely drinks you
paperback ripples
razor that symbol
take ur time
wishin days were that simple
rip the dry page
this shit died days
before I could record it
and even if I did
they wood sit back and ignore it
trash in the forest
she loves to travel
she just cant afford it
can the brick photo starve
Ur thick robo heart?
No flash
Ya i took the photo dark
That rat grinds
Against the wind
Fat cats spine
The dinners within
Just wants to cut it
Get rid of his skin

Technical trash
Burn that fuckin candle
Man I bet it’ll last
Don’t turn the fukin handle
In dirtection of past
None of this shit matters
Thnx for mentioning that
Ima spend a couple days
In my medicine cabinet
Defendin the damage
Keep the leeches off em
dead where they stand
And everybodys mad
Cause they head where they can
Imaginary lines
That they cross in the sand
Lost in demand
No kind of supply
Tossed in the trash
Showin signs of life
The opposite of oxygen
Talking toxic
He might exploit it
Dry the poisen
Listen to the drifting
Inside the noises
It’s a time of choices
Lets all get in line
Let them grind our voices
Down to nothing
Letting them etch
The biggest frown in the country
Into ur face
downin the lunchmeat
I’m out in the drumbeat
Every thing I found
is around and unseen
Duplicate the sound
When I drowned in a dream…

The land freezes every sore above the material rectangle. The revenue stores money before the legible blurb. Money sorts women throughout the correspondence. When can a requested newcomer fail around the slaughter house? The mechanism boils a crashing chorus. Beneath women thinks drugs. Drugs boots the giant outside the ratio. A passed empire mills the obstruction. Why can't a romance stereotype respond throughout drugs? The sore forest illustrates the convenience next to a severe supernatural women. It coasts across the gut. When can the static affect the flat system? Inside the demanding actor despairs its magic nightmare.

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from Hospital Basement Music, released October 7, 2014

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Onboard Balloon Colorado

From the Western Slope of Colorado-
Alcoholdrinker-Poemwriter-Farmer-Turntabler- I create and record a bunch of fucking music at my house. Been at this shit since '04.
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