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Trickster
03:04
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Ash
03:43
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that new orleans tap water was the last thing for it
bit cold and dead rotten when it hit my vein.
she had a nickname, it was all i got from her
and through two broken condoms we made decent friends.
her left arm was useless, her face was real pretty
and we both got the shakes while we waited for Red.
i'm generally sleeping or dead on my feet
and i can't shake the tombstones from in front of my eyes.
the half-baked and the half-deads walk circles around us
and i woke up sick again between two clammy thighs.
that cold tourniquet pinched me, her eyes were forgiving.
i took off my belt, it was warm from my skin.
we wandered up Broad street, bought three books of matches,
we suffered in silence and went back down again.
her old man was traveling, might be back by morning
but we were blood brothers -the bent and the slain.
no god could forgive us, no meal could sustain us.
i only ask for a drip to untie my head.
and we wake into this and we waste into this
and we're born into this when we wake.
and we shake and we twist and we break into bliss
and we're thrown into circles of sin.
written by joey carbo (c) 2014 (r)
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3. |
Monolith
02:27
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Dizzy
01:55
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Sea or Sky
04:23
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it gets away, it gets around.
it gets us talking and now we all know how.
this artifact in my eye, don't matter if it's sea or sky,
it gets me going and now we all know how.
we slaved away, we've settled down
and we can tell our story now.
we're just like saints, we're holy cows.
we're holy cows.
just fake whatever you can't take-
whatever slips away
and hold whatever is hard luck
and you don't have to say...
we won't shade whatever you got left.
we won't let you down.
we shake whatever ain't nailed down-
whatever is loose, man,
we shake down.
we're just like saints, we're holy cows
and we're holding count.
written by joey carbo (c)2014 (r)
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6. |
Rust
03:22
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7. |
I Made A Mistake
03:51
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i made a mistake, i trusted a fake.
i let in a snake, all the way.
i let in a snake, all the way.
i woke from a dream to sever the space
between you and me and all that we see.
to sever the space, i woke from a dream.
i built a machine to bring on the rain.
then the flood came and washed you away.
i built a machine that washed us away.
i got myself saved then started to rave.
i showed all the knaves the way to their graves
and showed all the knaves the way to their graves.
i made my escape then lived like a rake
but began to shake in an unholy wake.
i'd made a mistake, i'd let in a snake.
i called for my cane and i waited for saints.
i sat by the fire and thought up a game.
i thought up a game i'd already played.
i breathed like a freight under life's weight
and i struggled to sate the man at the gate.
then i crossed the line between birth and fate.
words and music by joey carbo, (c)2014 (r)
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8. |
The Jerks of Infinity
02:51
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9. |
Allah
01:39
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10. |
Mod3
01:49
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11. |
Say Your Prayers
03:50
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say, say your prayers
get far away from your home
cuz it ain't gone change, it ain't gone go away
take, take your time
time away, when you need
cuz it ain't gone stray, ain't gone hole up, ain't gone wait
time ain't on your side and it ain't in the way
slay, it's on your dime
what's on your mind, who's next in line?
truth, truth is made
made from the rind and for the lie
they pull away, go astray, hard to say
play, work or play
we fade away, come what may
trade, will you trade
yourself for me when i'm in chains?
blame the clouds for rain
but it ain't gone train you from the flame
it ain't gone save, it ain't gone spare, you're a slave
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Pigs
02:25
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13. |
Half A Year
04:27
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i give you a long walk to nowhere
before you're turning around, coming right back to me again
i give you a smidgeon of a sign
before you're turning around, lord, and makin that sign fade away
i give you half of all that's empty
before you realize all that empty is full of something lacking
they gave me half a year to live
that's when i realized it'd take me at least half a year to die
written by joey carbo (c)2014 (r)
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Trasher
01:57
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i'll get mine when you get yours
all it takes is time to seal these sores
i could go on trail or i could go outdoors
cuz it's all the same once you hit the floor
times are strange and gettin stranger still
as i bend my mind i bend my will
as i grind like grist into the mill
cause it just leaves stains and i've got my fill
spring the mine, the game is fixed
it's the same old line with a few new tricks
no use in cyrin, just take your licks
cause it'll make you a man, or that's what they say
but it just leaves stains, this ain't my way
written by joey carbo (c)2014 (r)
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Spires Baton Rouge, Louisiana
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