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1. |
Livin Here
03:18
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Are you awake yet?
A thug ugly baby
That ate ur fuckin tape deck
These places keep racing
Tryin to outlive the residue
They never knew that level
Little devils taking revenue
You gotta breath
Hold it steady
Cut it with a little bitta ease
The disease in mes dying
Im really high today
Keep having this dream
That I die in a violent hideaway
Lyin in a pile of lice
With 9 microwaves
Cooking up my eyes
The way the writers mind works
It kinda duznt
Slighty buzzin with a
Half burnt blunt in my lap
Laughin my ass off
Westward to sofia
In search of value in the veins
I walk away and talk today
To no one but the flock of jays
Waiting for the visit
The voice to fill the void
Kill the noise with pills and poisen
There's a virus in the vines
Im fucking useless…
Kicking bruises for amusement
In the ditches of depression
Im a twisted little mess
the monster in the mirror
is a result of living here
Hes 5 foot something
And dead to the world
Little skinny mother fucker
Never mentioned the burns
What do you expect
He lives in the desert
Little desert rat
With a feather in his cap
The rhetoric gets better
When the weather is drastic
Dead men still speak
On the streets of this country
Week after week
It gets fucking disgusting
The victims the veins
The tricks and the trains
Sick to his stomach
When he sits in his rage
Distant with a fist
Fulla ripped up tickets
Kicks it in the stench
On the bench with his crickets
But don’t judge em
Just another mother fucking
Drunk ex-husband
Tortured by the tounge
Of the fortunate and young
Lvivn in this realm
A certain version of hell
Sacrifice and sadness
The sickness in the shadows
Is similar to battles
That everyone fights
It’s a heavy one right??
The monster in the mirror a result of living here
You survived the suffering
I can smell your spirit
Just let loose
Whats inside that skull
The reapers always ready
And the ravens in the rain
Aren’t waiting anymore
The monster in the mirror
Is a result of living here
And seeing nothing else
But a lot human fear
In a land where you peddle
Through the Misery and metal
Miles of masks
And piles of glass
Lust in the lungs
And trust in the drugs
Living with the loss
Is the life of the lion
Invisible innocence
Lyin on the horizon
Dien off and despising
The lies in the vitamins
a Beautiful grave
Summer time
Smell the funeral flames
Teeth to the weapon
Breath in the season
The need a confession…
The monster in the mirror
a result of living here…
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2. |
The Queen
02:48
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The queen’s the machine’s owner
Shes a loner clean n sober
Leanin over weepin slower
Grieving soldiers even tho
She didn’t know the screams were closure
Deep as oceans sleep it over
It’s the coldest streets to roam in
Feet are swollen needin hope
These people treat her like a ghost
Vocals spoken then they’re stolen
No ones listening to this
it’s nowhere to be found
its in the clouds and then crowd
wont even look up toward the sound
all alone even surrounded
well endowed already doubted
wound and unaccounted for
loud she’s not allowed
to count the money in the pouch
its out and everybody’s proud of it
crowd around and crown it
this is out of towner ballad shit
let the warriors
be rewarded for the morbid
they rode in on the horses
takin courses never taken
and of course we cant afford it
cant afford not runnin toward it
in the orbit that we swarm in
human race is unimportant
in the forest snortin orchids
fuckin stored in a distorted
little corner sippen morgan
singin waitin till the morning time…
The queen’s the machine’s owner
Passionless and damaged
Mad at shit and fuckin glad
Shes half an inch from the casket lift
Traped where the rabbit lives
Avid little masochist
Some baggage in her basket
Actin like it never happened shit
Manage it
And keep the pattern with the lantern lit
There's ashes in the back
Of her head where that bastard lives
That’s why she’s getting blasted
Keep it placid in this plastic land
Bad habits
Imagine where the passages
Could take her if the glasses fit
Just another mask
To peel back when she’s mad again
Revealing the location
Of the patience in the maze is quick
Amazed the fuckin raven
Had a place for her to stay in
On occasion she was playin
With the strangers in the rain
It made her look insane
With the razor blades to blame
In the equation she created
Obligations observations
Occupations operations
There's not a lot to say
Except her days are awful grey…
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3. |
Stay Away
02:10
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The ice this winter
Is different it’s extra sinister
Bumpin into something
Other than the fucking linear
Anti innocence
I'm in it for the fuckin
Vinegar I keep it minimal
Grow some extra gold
And fuckin hold to the throat
Of the cold shoulder that molded him
Hold it in
Its all controlled by the emotions
Of the human with the mostest
Not considering the elements
I tried to tell em
That its hell in this development
And what they're sellin
Isn't fit for my embellishment
Sitten in this well lit cell
With my irrelevance
intelligence or criminal?
Paid to live it digital
Chase ur fuckin dreams
And make ur favorite things fictional
inexplicable
livin on this pivoted mineral
we are pitiful
its critical you get
to the clinic so stay invisible
opposite nutritional
claiming its medicinal
chase it with a razor
and claim its unexplainable
the way he tooka blade
to the vein it’s unattainable…
Chorus:When you’re told not to stay--- you stay away
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4. |
Deadagain
04:04
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Its under control
This summer is cold
Its wondrous touching
And trusting the crow
Alone in America
Known to jus stare at cha
Character flaws
This wear and tear
Isn’t fair to the lost
Out here at sea
Take them below
Building a better
Believable place
They sleep with the snakes
And bleed at the stake
For reasons we can’t
Even begin to say
Beasts on the boat
Sip brandy for breakfast
The cabin is filled
With jacks and no jills
No sign of the land
No sign of the rocks
Silence the last
Lamb of the flock
Dreaming of castles
There’s bones in the box
Butterflies lie
Swallow the beer
Honor the motto that
Hollow men fear
Follow the years
To bottoms of bottles
‘till autumn is here…
They called him twisted
Like the branches
on the family tree
that he happen to be in
happily tracking
the graves in his brain
each telling stories
hella gory or he
wouldn’t be the glory
filled warrior
that he is today
wishin shit just went
a little bit different ways
the walls of this maze
remind him days
they went crawlin away
damaged packin it up
fucking haul it away
solve it call it a day
all the alcoholic shit
will polish it off
it’ll dissolve in the grey
a small victory
call it a symbolic
piece of modern fucking art
and we can talk about the fucking
monsters hiding in the dark
lining up the stars
and reclining on the lighting
it duzn’t fucking matter
blood spatter never lies
its better that this weather
never ever met his eyes
and the letters in his head
are medicine he’s dead again…
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5. |
Vegetables
02:46
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Count all your achievements
On one hand and slap yourself
Act like you fucking
Deserve to be breathing
I admire you for trying
Its inside of me and fighting it
is none short of frightening
you should see this shit….
Watch that bitterness bounce
Off the breath of a god
The attraction to the matter
Isn’t that it’s adolescent
It’s the passive aggressive
Manic depression in him
Pass the vegetables…
That television made
Brain of yours is amazing
At the station under stars
The system on the surface
Is suffering greatly
Scream into the sea
Pull ‘em out of the shadows
Who’s about to get handled?
Does it matter?
The planet has its ways
Of shattering faces
And I don’t fuckin bowl
With my co workers phony
They’re all being controlled
Pass the vegetables…
Chorus:
You don’t need your left hand
To do that its systematic
There’s an addict in the back
And all they do is laugh at him
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6. |
Puppet Show
03:20
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Fuck you
And your set of two faces
May your shitty ways
Take you to new places
Forced to survive
In this shit hole with rats
This is all they’ll ever be
A force
tryin pull me floor
wont let you do that any more
the solutions in the shadows
we look all our lives
and might find it in a battle
scorn society
have pity on the nation
mistakes and misery
sit in the mind
of the innocent victims
of that wall street crime
the greed of your government
is telling you your free
and you believe it
cuz your so fucking American
your version of success
is so fucking disgusting
dominate the emptiness
escape with the gold
baptize congress
is the blood of the hungry
in drones we trust
it’s lonely at the top
and you know it
but you still wanna go
to play your part
in the puppet show….
Welcome to the puppet show
Stick around a lil bit
I promise that the blood will flow
Shutters closed
There’s 2 types of twisted
A new kind of system
Now follow it
Bottle up n swallow it
Keep it for a rainy day
Ima keep pursuin it
No matter what you say ta may
Fade away
Into stained blankets
And hate for the days
Digging out of tradegy
Searching for the freedom
Strings attached
To my limbs while I dance
Be stronger than the struggle
Stones in your stomach
While you stood through the storm
And that’s important
Its enormous as a human
To do things with honor
Rock n roll road kill
Take em to the basement
Tell em two faces
Just isn’t gunna fly
Welcome to the puppet show
Cut your extra face off
And sew it to another mold
Dangle you in front of
Fucking people with a bloody nose
Nobody knows
Here’s a ticket to the puppet show…
Chorus:
Welcome to the puppet show
Cut your face off
And sew it to another mold
Dangle you in front of
people with a bloody nose
Nobody knows
Here’s a ticket to the puppet show…
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7. |
Penguin Pop Purple
03:40
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Cold and slick
In these white winter woods
Doin what white kids are good at
This is Penguin pop purple
Where’s your mother fucking dignity?
Treat that thunder
With some fucking respect
Still buckshot hockey shit
Off n on vomiting
On anonymous cotter pins
Keep out the water kids
These mountains are cold
And that ice stays heavy
Eyes stay empty
Boots n bones
Breakin on the road home
Soulless winter solstice
Erosion of the mind
You get over it in time
See but no one has to know
He isn’t sober its fine
It’s die today or hibernate
I write away the lies and say
That dying isn’t so bad
I do it every day
Inside my spineless little notepad
Dare to go where the
Fucking scarecrow grows
Born and raised
In these corn fields to blaze in
Ain’t no way that I’m ashamed
Of this place that I came from
Some shady little acres
In the corner of this state sun
Say somethin…
Backward and Hazardous
Tryin to read the patterns
On that splattered wrist
Just Imagine all the daggers
This is Penguin pop purple
Fuck the propaganda
Ask about the apathy
its maddening your majesty
Bleedin at the feet
Of the beast it seems legit
Seein shit n dreamin
Of the cautious little monsters
That devoured all my hours
This how were guna do it
Expect the disappointments
And the rest will fill the voids
It’s the noise makin droid
Still makin bad choices
Dressed for the life here
Next to the nightmares
Starrin at the train
The wear n tear that shits insane
Despair will hit your veins
It isn’t fair but it’s the game
A different day but it’s the same
I stay blazin in the rain
The safe haven is the name
Of this place and I can say it
Fading into grey
88 times a day
Ain’t no way that I’m ashamed
Of this place that I came from
Some shady little acres
In the corner of this state sun
Say somethin… Penguin pop purple… 970.
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8. |
Pottymouth
02:50
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POTTY MOUTH
Underprivileged mother fucking
Ugly bastard with a bad back
the flash back anatomy
Of spirits in the attic
Askin where the fuck the matches at
Lets make some fucking ashes
And daaaance……
Keep passin up the chances
I don’t wana bury hatchets
Unless its in the back
That mask ur so attached to
Knock it off its axis
Fuckin Walkin off in blackness
And in fact if I had a fraction
Of the passion that I had then
I wouldn’t be collapsing
Like the fucking middle class
Shut up and pay ur taxes
You fuckin ugly bastard
POTTY MOUTH
Its placid n the traffic
And That nasty lil habit
That he has could mean the casket
All I am’s a fucking man
Getting blasted in a cabin
That’s it
No fucking tricks or fucking glamour
It’s a natural thing
Tryin to fatten the wings
And dampen the dragons grip
On the captain of things
crashin in the welcome wagon
no fucking traction
on this path again its fucking magical … POTTY MOUTH
POTTY MOUTH
I fucking lost
what u thought that I was
fucking atrocious
belonging under oceans
that bitterness can kid you
confliction with the distance
it’s the hopelessness thats in it
getting choked by the rope
of the coldest bitch grinnin
dealin with the loss
all the ignorance and cost
he’s guilty of regret
that dependence is edible
for several days
have a feast get on ur feet
and defeat that treason
catch the blame n get busy
set a flame in this shitty
little city in the desert
where the hang man hangs
where same bad face
paints the same black train
fulla coal in the rain
puke and pack a parachute
we’re getting fuckin high
puke and pack a parachute
we’re getting fuckin high
puke and pack a parachute
we’re getting fuckin high
puke and pack a parachute
we’re getting fuckin high…
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9. |
You can see me try
03:40
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It’s like im livin under water
Thunder keeps me awake
Ill always wonder
If she sees the lake
That Ive been livin in for years
On that lake water face
Lives invisible tears
The author of this monster
Written in calligraphy
Misery gets company
It fucks with me
Read a broken compass
For a month and fucking followd it
On purpose writen verses
Out of nervousness and burnin em
Its garbage like my heart is
Dark and made of fuckin marble
never even seen the target
it’s so far n fucking guarded
from the carpet I call home
and that poem that u wrote
in my cartlidge and my bones
and ima carve it into stone
try my hardest not to harm it
shitty artist made of carbon
hiding in the fucking garden
agaaaaaaain
harmless little martian
skinvelope empty carcass
arsonist torn garments
fulla shit
sitten in the fuckin darkness
talking to the pages
again its been ages
play this in the rain…
im at the center of the chimney
in me is a living thing
and every evening it seems to bring
illegal things to play
illegal games that needle stays
in places that it needn’t stay
so say wat you need to say
and stay the fuck away from me
ill take the clouds
you take the radiated ground
I take a bow and watch the agents
Make the rounds Take the crown
You told me not to stay around
I made mistakes and take the blame
For that but maybe that’s the way
Its ment to be the centipede
Spreads disease in 7 seas
Of heavenly dead to me
People bleed and leave the scene
And what they’ve seen it isn’t clean
i believe to be the reason
that they’re eating me inside
treating meaningless freedom
like its defeating the lies
ugly mother fuckin
American paradise
The Imagination runs
While the wage stays stagnant
This summer time ill cut the ties
N Run n hide n fuckin
Gut the country side
Of all emotion and its over…
It’s fucking over…..
Chorus:
You can see me try
To be alive it’d be a lie
I bleed and write the seasons try
To be the right reason to die
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10. |
CPR
04:28
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Attemptin cpr
Ona ugly little skeleton
A rose in her mouth
Every crow in the know
Has flown to the south
Wheres the war
Its keeping people skared
Wheres the floor
Its sleepin people impaired
The puddles of drugs
Are Double the fun
Jugglin jungle rum
Fuckin Runnin from the sun
Carve out my face
In a dark hallow place
So when the light hits it
The fighters might miss it...
Onbody cross words
That hobbys guna cost her
Lost her at the finish
My comrades diminished
Down the street
Their cutting the diamonds
Im Outta sleep
With no fucking alignment
Stuck in a sign pit
Duckin the swine shit
What did u expect?
That’s how the robot life is
Guitar on the roof
Balloons on the corner
Scared with the proof
The blues in the mourner...
Hand guns and plans
Bad lungs and grammer
Long filthy streets
Highly congested
With bomb builden freaks
And Bong wilden beasts
Songs for the dead
Lost on the meds
Getting tossed from the top
To the bottom of the bed
Condescending mother fuckers
Bending up the cutter
So my slice isn’t right
The knife is the kite
Let it fly in the night
Is it time for the line
For the life to decline...
Watchin the flames
Slop talkin it strange
Not often in range
Caught poppin the pain
Killer filler to the top
Im killen off the daemons
with the beers and the shots
the fear and the sloth
the mirrior in the hall
it isn’t me at all
up against the wall
in a house on fire
puttin nickels on my vision
to pay the expense
I’ve been spent
Only crazy shits left
the Lonely lady gets tested...
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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.
FOR ALL BOOKING CONTACT onboardballoon@yahoo.com
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