Burn Boxes, by Onboard Balloon

Burn Boxes

by Onboard Balloon

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1.	Year of the rat 02:48	lyrics	buy track
My fukin face hit this place In the year of the rat Still Wake up and yak Stomach acid n xanex Fuckin biggest disaster Give a fuck on this planet Give that fucker a plaque And try to tell em he matters And He’ll take a spiked bat To your mother fuckin chatter box Write another chapter This fucking crackers back With a dagger and no manners Staggerin toward saturn Laughed a lot on acid Grab the bong n pass it Fuck five O On that upside tho i wont be fuckin driven on the truck ride home set the spirits for threats n interferences blast thru the chaos caskets fulla bandages that handed u the payoff fuckin stay off the lawn when the séance is on drugs in your sons and drunks with guns doesn’t sound like nothing but some fuckin fun the final flames and the flesh at the funeral the tidal waves and the mess it was beautiful stressed at best and the rest is disputable tested and difficult you don’t get to go where he sits n plays the fiddle tho sand in the ceiling still standin still silly bitch handle your feelings still choking on the brocli not one sober bone in this over grown stone cold body 8% shit beer Patch the balloon When we guna get there Passin the moon Pour another glass Half mast at saloon Drastic improvement That flask isn’t movin Snacks on the scraps It’s a backward illusion Padlock match box Burn down the town… Fuck the poe leece…
2.	Fuck what you think 02:32	lyrics	buy track
Its always so cold n shit Ode to the bold Holdin down the fuckin soulessness Its only good as gold If you aint sold it for some fuckin blow Control it with the potion That you left out by the roses All These youngin novices Don’t know what fuckin broken is Its hopelessness Like the pistol shit is loaded Notice that the fuckin Focus At it’s lowest since he wrote this shit Lets play a little game Called Closest to the lotus Gets his fuckin coat stolen My condolences for this but shit gets old in this abyss that ferocious little homeless kid will show you what it is said u’ve never seen the cold till ur eatin sweetend rolls out the street and your sleepin frozen and no one notices smoking with the potent open to some hocus pocus shit choke the fuckin chosen one the moment isn’t over yet kill the fukin motor this is sober as were guna get cut the fuckin corners and crush the Christmas ornaments like trust in this distorted twisted bubble that we struggle in… Watched u take a break From ur wings today it amazed me Lately I can safely say Im stayin mainly wasted Daisys on the graves And aint no way that we change it Leave the place the queens n aces live Pay the kid Hazy like the shady Little place that you first blazed it in Greatly underestimated Rainy day safety Put ur face up on a plaque Wrap it in a flak jacket Send it back to the factory Tap dancing tragedy’s Can take ur fuckin ankles Fuck what u think Happy little tablet bandit Stricken to the cabin That capsule was a canvas The fabric that they cut em frum Bad habits and gadgets In this rachet ass establishment Sharp and double sided The Darkest Trouble sighted When u start to bundle brightness And the stars are in the rubble The puppet has its victory Puff n dance with mystery Slippen in the venom Of ms.liberty’s trickery Some sickening history there…
3.	Once again 03:50	lyrics	buy track
Once again It’s the coldest clutch Doberman Owner of some mother fuckin Roller coaster toaster shit Smokin like a bum in boulder Flowin like a super soaker Fulla fuckin joker piss Folder fulla gopher spits Sport a fucking hoodie They’ll inform local authorities Four leaf fucking clover For the floater in the Gunnison Lower your fucking voice Send that stoner to a home again Take a fuckin photo Of that poser put a poster up douse it in petroleum And burn that mother fucker Keep Sippen on that glycerin Eatin like a fat kid skippen his Ritalin Listen in this kid Is kicken writtens in the kitchagain Some Finger lickin shit Like ur vision of the system is Colorado nuggets That are sticky like editions Of the 40 plus in prisons is Menaces Under the premisis Livin in this endlessness Of Wreckless inventors Defenseless and dead Once again Its mr. crippled lizard lips Lickin up the river Wither in his fucking bitterness Tucked Up in the blizzards fuckin figures it’s a scissor kick quiver bitch the splinters keep ur distance from the timber kids winter in his whiskers and hes whisperin the differences fisher in the drifter ship flippen off ur sisters kids sitten on the limb that ur parents used to whip u with chicken shit im listed as brickfister in this bitch in slippers and a snifter fulla mother fuckin gypsy cum and a little bita whisky nifty little liquor face nasal fulla pixie dust pick em up he’s freaky….
4.	Suck that shit 02:44	lyrics	buy track
Bitch Don’t get it twisted still that distant glitter place driftin brickfister in and out your sisters face fitted for the gift fuckin lifted off the liquid mystic little engine broken pistons in this shit give a fuck if u listen this isn’t for u kid im doin dirty dabs where the mother fuckin roof is truth is I give a fuck a noose and two kids loose lips kill it fill it with some fuckin juice and sum 100 proof puffin under blue spruces livin where the moose is 30 acting stupid And im out of excuses Doin what I do So u go fuckin do what u did Lucid over bullshit Then ensues the abuse Its fuckin pitiful Its verbal and its physical It could require clinical Help shit is criminal In Critical condition With this cynical shit Ur so fucking cool playin festivals kid stack those fuckin decimals think lesser of this just becuz I fuckin write doesn’t mean I wana spend half my fukin life entertainin the lice and fuckin fakin like I like it or takin any advice fuck the fame and all the shit u people eat up and devour u fukin disgust me with the shit that ur bumpin this day in age duckin bullshit is something that little cutter is buzzin again hes up in ur cuzin crushing mother fuckers that he trusted never runnin frum ugly little ducklings you get nothing from me black sea swimming mother fucker with a gutter stench upper lip swollen like the mother fuckin blunt I lit suck that shit….
5.	Burn boxes 03:09	lyrics	buy track
So This is what the future is Just a fukin blooper list take the fuckin booster kid Coolin where the couger lives Pops shootin roosters Colorful like brutus is Neuter all the stupid kids Im lossin all amusement Got these mother fuckers like Who the fuck produced this shit Who you know that’s smoother? This is tumor in the sewer shit Anybody fewer Got the rumor who the shooter is Show em what you do to this Sudafed computer lips Right after I type this shit I slide inside ur uterus And die invite the students in Fucked up in the head Like everyone of freddy kruegers kids Lunar shit Out with the moon sitten stupidest show u what a loser is drunken fuckin stupor intruder on the loose again nusance with a noose and shit keeps it super loopy fuckin poopin on the roof again numerous exuberant dudes with the spoon in hand chewin down the boomers whos who in this museum loose ur shit and hit the fuckin snoozer with the luger shit.. go fuck yourself user in the freedom pit see em on some fleein the police with no reason shit just another ugly fuckin winter no obedience affected by the treasure isnt sure which way to go with it he aint goin back with the rodents And he knows this shit potion got em floatin corroded like the motor is the motorist exploded with the motive couldn’t hold it in quoted screaming focus isn’t only for the brokest its been open for sum poaching since these mother fuckers sold the shit molded into voters getting old n sippen sodas gettin relitivly close fuckin yells into his throat ugly fuckin smokers devoted eroded causes noted that the smoke is fuckin open to the profit losses of a normal life die up in that office came along way from takin screens up out the facuet flawless with the promises problems in his pocketeses hes just sits n watches the fancy little dance of all the skeletons in closets im off kids. Burn the boxes.
6.	Cat food 03:46	lyrics	buy track
Fuck these Mental calluses And Chemical imbalances I Drive from here to dallas With some mother fuckin jameison Flyin thru the mountains With my Licence invalid Inviting the malice This is a minor analysis Ima find a fukin palace Eat a salad out the chalice Slap the mother fucking queen And tell the king to eat a phallus Be the foulest shit Spitten mother fucker on the ballot in the bracket of the cactuses fucking flak jacket and some glasses in my habitat havoc are the habits and the madness keeps the mattress wet a planet filled with sadness and involuntary panic sayin fuck all that happens chasin fast rabbits with gymnastic apparatuses savage as a radish is skippen fuckin practice rather battle with an addict at his campus with a match lit quite the establishment avid with his status post a fuckin dick pic and tag ur fucking dad in it pass the fuckin abacus tryin to keep count of all these mother fuckers mad at this had it this since these mother fuckers first passed that mother fucking cannabis another fucking accident the copper killed the activist badges sat and laughed at it snap the fucking catalyst dun rattled up the cattle kids why so fucking adamant if anythings inadequate scrap the fucking sacrament this shit is goin fabulous ask a fukin pacifist for answers on the battlefront tell em how it happens accidents are preventable supercalafragalistic expealafuckyourself
7.	Hold the fire 04:06	lyrics	buy track
this isnt missori thick laughs witchcraft none short of wizardy smokin keepin warm in this creepy fuckin strom only made it thru the last few nights cuza certian thoughts dont hurt them all just a few with the curtians drawn made it thru the night only cuza some of earls songs world class bong rippen mother fucking kicken shit stand beneath the master theif and factor in the blackbirds hold the fire... chorus: hold the fire you wont feela thing but itll burn a hole earn control learn the role return to home and choke the fucking threat fast driver driftwood mother fucking star chart forest written only sitten lonely see i witness only phony people feeding on eachother soakin wet with blurry eyes dont forget the worried skies get up in the morning and you put on your disguise sleep walking kiss the ghost and keep on kid growin twisted cold and closed fisted brakes are broken snakes are smokin hold the fire... chorus: hold the fire you wont feela thing but itll burn a hole earn control learn the role return to home and choke the fucking threat danced and then fell enhance and exell fuck that not a chance in this hell paint em red hes playin dead caught in the act dont tell me u've never been shot in the back ur bodys bein told its freezing cold it openend doors to pleasue and the violence this desert is an island and im stressin since the lesson hit my mother fucking mind breakin hearts in the shade makin art hold the fire... chorus: hold the fire you wont feela thing but itll burn a hole earn control learn the role return to home and choke the fucking threat
8.	Call it in 04:14	lyrics	buy track
How long has it been Since you did something selfless Help the helpless Do as much as you can before you’re dead That’s where all of this ends fill the coffin with coffee Take off my sox and roll up my pant legs just above the knee Before I put both feet in that fuckin grave Watch the microscopic organisms Swim in and out of my skin it’s different Sort of exciting in a way I guess We all have our own variety of entertainment Just do what’s expected and shut your fucking mouth If you aren’t doing what you love right now Then you’re already dead You just don’t smell like it yet Take some time to tour your mind Find some things you’ve been forced to forget We all stand alone All of our friendships and relationships Have fuckin boundaries that you could shatter in an instant Most of you have How did it feel? Did it feel good? Did it feel human? Did it feel like you’ve used ‘em? Did it feel like you were immune to the bruises? He’s outta the blue and into the red Different than pictures it’s written instead Rips in his bed drippin’ the meds Sick of the infliction Missing his head He ain’t seen it in years The reason for fear Was fuckin decent Cuz he’s in there bleeding he’s fucking scared Fleeing the beating meeting the stare Hollow and empty Just follow the bottles and swallow the centipede don’t worry bout the yellow fuzzy dots that u see the state of his wrist and his wings to be seen shatter the window jump into the wind im just another white kid whisperin shit riding the waves and waiting for the trees to change swim to the sunset on that strange shit follow my storm im fuckin chasing dragons down the streets of this state watch the stars feels like im feelin outer space and its pull not in search of someone but someone in search of put it on shirt and sell it to the merch heads runnin shit mother fuckers cant knock it some pirate in the pocket shit call the fuckin pilot spend the night in the mountains shed some light on what life is really about then impossible keeping on the throttle full audible nonsense odder than a 3 legged ox with an otter friend call it in it’s the madow of the artist then hard as livin in the fucking garden that ur starving in start again shit is dark so u can carve it in ur arm again its no longer an alarm this is how it fucking started kids
9.	Travel trash 03:16	lyrics	buy track
Little pocket treasure rocker Awkward with the nonsense Vomit fills the bucket up And prophets keeps talking Who the fuck are you Inside the mirror above the faucet A godless piece of shit That isn’t honest with himself In the other room a goddess And some Poison in the goblet And the noise from this annoying Catastrophic Little promise Get whats yours And let yesterday erode Find a better way to float away And know the way home The wings within the winter Bring a different kind of sting Whiter than the wasteland Im pacin thru daily Letting your voice Disappear into the void Welcome to the hell That we fell into its swell Where trust don’t mean a thing And all these fucking people sing About the gluttony and dreams Livin in this mess Is Twisted in a sense The Innocence at rest It’ll test ur fucking spine The struggle isn’t anything Less than what you make it Its amazing what a face can do Say the right things Traveling thru tragedy Tradition isn’t real Tomarrow is a tomb So she put it on her tongue again Cause a fuckin ruckus In love with all this struggling And bubbling with anger Tired and tied down Rewiring my mind And im Trying to be better Surrounded by surrender Out of touch and under weather Wonder where its coming from Trash comes with travel Thinking leads to drinking And the drinkin leads to battles Fukin stomach needs a stitch or two Livin thru this shit So maybe one day I can visit you Im missen you And all that I can I do Is sit n doodle all this shit Chicken scratch crap That’ll never bring u back It’s a wonder im alive still Ill try to live up To half the man that you were I doubt that I can But that’s the plan and its stands…..
10.	Finish him 04:20	lyrics	buy track
Evil locks existence Near the designer Akward resistence Fear and retire Ear fulla beer Weird and rewired Journals to the hero Earn a little zero Clone blankets Flooding the knowledge Loving what fall is Sober dolls And Ugly alcoholics This odor calls For rugby animatronics Had it but lost it Sanity stockd it Talkd it out of goin’ Rockin and a rollin Flockin and its golden Wasn’t shoppin its stolen Molding Feathers and all Thinking it mite be Better to fall I swear I never said it Never said it at all Unexpected irony Deputy legs The individuals heard Thru the criminals wurd Make it thru the fire With minimal burns… Send it where the sun is Underestimated rubbish The planted potential Of blastin a stencil Cant think for themselves Always askin the kindle Drastic and simple Hope to see them soon Dancing with the unattractive Lethal moon Movin ur feet All you gotta do Is prove the defeat And soon it will be Choosing to see Such graphic thirst Get attacked in thirds He aint guna stop Till that bastard burns Haul away the holidays And call it a day Employed artists Makin noise in the darkness Voiceless and sharpend Avoiding the target… Spray paint posters On the policy walls They aint ghosts Their oddessy calls Mission after mission Getting that tradition Build it up Leave it behind Kill enuff To feed the design For the season to fry Shoulder fights Cold as ice Couldn’t muster the pride To hold his advice Even tho he was slow Told it was right If you tell em to do it He aint guna do it Unless it comes with A free tank of the fluid Shavin his beard and makin a druid connected believer with his neck at the cleaver protecting the breather destin to see her he wants the lost wrecked the receiver …..

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I made this album through some pretty dark times in my life. Recording this helped me through them. There were times that I wanted to burn my house and studio down to the fucking ground this year... Funny how death can bring some seriously nasty shit out of us... Super proud of this album, poured everything I had into it and I hope that shows... I made the entire thing on Ableton 8 and Logic Pro 7 with an Akai APC and an AT 20/20 for the vocals. Thanks for the continued support some of you out there keep showing... All of you beautiful people have a great fucking day.

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released May 19, 2015

All music and vocals by Lee Willis

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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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