1. |
Church of John Tesh
03:03
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Lost in a fog, I stumble around, devoid of purpose,
searching for John.
Turn on the radio, to get my religion in stereo
Phenomenon.
Cuz the Church of John Tesh will make me grow strong.
Help me separate all the rights from wrongs
It wasn't Mary Hart who inspired this song
When all my thoughts are blasphemy,
it's John Tesh who will liberate me.
Half dead and gone, I succumb to my darkest nature,
deep underground.
But then I hear a voice, a whisper on the rainbow wind.
Once lost, now I'm found.
Cuz the Church of John Tesh will help me grow wings
to fly above this land ruled by tyrant kings and queens
I will hate no one and love everything.
When all my thoughts are blasphemy,
it's John Tesh who will liberate me.
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2. |
Locusts & Lemmings
02:52
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3. |
Carnivores
03:32
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New day, new problems, starting from scratch.
Strike up the band with a strike anywhere match.
Level the ground and ration the heartache.
They want to know where you go to hide,
but they fall for your budget dime-store disguise,
and they buckle and break, and make all the same mistakes.
If all our heroes are carnivores,
why are they puking on the bathroom floor?
That was strange, do you think it was a dream?
The blowhards in the balcony yelling at the screen,
and all the modern marvels crumbling at your feet.
A waste of knowledge, a waste of my time,
despite all the good-willed nursery rhymes,
then they notice the blood, it absorbs into concrete.
If all our heroes are carnivores,
why are they puking on the bathroom floor?
Why do they gut the fish before it's dead?
Why are they looking for another war?
The execution status quo
With their brain pulverizing torpedoes
Another mutilated puppet show
Bodies falling down like dominos.
If all our heroes are carnivores,
why are they puking on the bathroom floor?
Why do they gut the fish before it's dead?
Why are they looking for another war?
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4. |
Sunny Day
02:08
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Broken hearted, vilified
Don't mind me just passing by.
I'm okay 'til the roads diverge.
Then I will lay down and die.
You won, battle flags ablaze
zero in on the encampment
the children run and play
At last, victory, gig the graves.
They thought they could run and hide
Daisy cutter genocide
Breath in the gas, fall to your knees
point your finger at the sky
You won, battle flags ablaze
zero in on the encampment
the children run and play
At last, victory, dig the graves
You laughed in the sun, sunny day
A cocktail party filled with architects
applauding an apathetic intellect
Monday morning they will build another fucking bomb
and by Friday another hundred thousand will be gone.
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5. |
Body Part Collector
02:53
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6. |
Luck
02:33
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With all the dark suspicious clouds that surround you
and the broken liquor bottles at your feet
and your self-deprecating use of the english language
and your predictable acceptance of defeat
It's a no-brainer, no offense
50 dollar shoes for 50 cents.
With a gravity defying weight upon your shoulders
and your excess baggage being searched by the TSA
you conceal all your weapons of mass destruction
when you find your flight home might be delayed
It's a no-brainer, I must admit,
lost it all, and still losing it.
Hey hey beautiful day!
It never turns out this way.
Cuz I'm running out of luck.
Please don't fuck this up.
We could be the undisputed champions of the world.
We could be on the cover of Ringside Magazine
and all the cuts and the bruises that decorate your face
match the bloodstains on your favorite blue jeans.
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7. |
El Farolito
03:11
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It starts to rain, duck for cover
The whole deck's awash, the hold shudders
Do you know where the eastern winds blow?
And why the waves break on El Farolito?
Ballast was my heart, and now it's breaking
scuttle everything, I think we're sinking
Do you know where the eastern winds blow?
And why the waves break on El Farolito?
Wait up for me, I might be coming home.
From the crib to the catacombs,
from the hill where we used to stand
to where I now rest on the shifting sands.
Forward haste, marching on
towards the sub-surface pantheon
Broken glass and broken hope
down bow and stern, down periscope
A city floats and then disappears
I can see the lights still flashing
15000 feet away
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8. |
Streets of Panic Park
02:47
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That's enough bullshit for me
I'm chock so full it's oozing out my ears
I'll just losing my fucking mind and disappear
Cuz the fruit I seek is rotting on the vine
That's enough bullshit for me
A bed of nails has never felt so good
Not missing my lines, just misunderstood.
You can grab my skull and screw it to my spine
and shock me back to life like Frankenstein
It's fucked up, I know
forgetting which way to go
but the coast from here seems like it's clear
clear enough to get the fuck outta here
Maybe today, the panic fades way
fade away as we drive down the road
but return when the engine explodes
Cuz the fruit I seek is rotting on the vine
There's panic on the streets of Panic Park
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Never a day spent with never a tear
but she could stare down a rabid dog
with never a fear
and every night she sets the table with whiskey and beer
to her sons who died for the Union.
to her sons who died for the Union.
Alone one night, her sons knocked on her door.
but when she offered them drink,
they drank spirits no more
instead they plead with their mother
for a taste of revenge
so they all drank the blood of Confederate men
to her sons who died for the Union
Fingernails stained, beards dripping red
and all that guilt on their conscious
flows through the holes in their heads
and they'll walk back to Antietam
to make their dirt beds
to her sons who died for the Union
to her sons who died for the Union
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10. |
Bye Bye Bigot
01:27
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So what's the matter son? Your vibe ain't jibin'.
when someone looks different, blood pressure rises.
Bye Bye Bigot.
Do you remember when you were little?
Didn't matter the color of skin or who we loved.
Bye Bye Bigot
Cuz I'm an optimist there's hope for you,
but if you're spreading hate I'll walk away from you
Bye Bye Bigot
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11. |
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Oh my dear I'm leaving you tomorrow
the endless days are filled with bitter sorrow
my bags are packed, keys are on the table
on solid ground but chemically unstable
girl you know, it's unavoidable
free will or fate? god only knows
girl won't you please
call an ambulance for me
Don't look around in frantic desperation
I got The Cure on heavy rotation
Pictures of You
The Hanging Garden
Charlotte Sometimes
Just Like Heaven
Girl you know it's unavoidable
free will or fate? god only knows
girl won't you please
call an ambulance for me
Girl you know where the green grass always grows
even in the early spring, buried under the snow
girl won't you please
call an ambulance for me
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12. |
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We're all made of star dust
or at least that's what NASA fed us
and we're spinning on a ball in outer space
but I'm not feeling nauseous
and I'd hate to state the obvious
but when I jump in the air, I land in the same place
that's what's called an epiphany
emboldened by the new knowledge I have found
I won't subscribe to your conspiracies
I can't believe those days I thought the world was round
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