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This Town
03:37
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As defeat licks the jaws of victory,
The rotten teeth of injury and insult gnaw at me
The local stigmatic handsome gentleman
Detonates, incinerates the town he's living in
This town is burning down
Oh, wake your little ones
This town is burning down
So save your sleeping sons
Only a clown would join this here circus sideshow
Don't you know funhouse mirrors ain't friends?
And soon you'll be on your hands and knees
Dusting off the bones of fallen gods
Who willed to fill such ends
This town is burning down
Oh, wake your little ones
This town is burning down
So save your sleeping sons
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2. |
Midtown Waiting
03:10
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Midtown waiting and the cadence is slow
Oh no, she's all but ready to go
It's ending after all.
Together we split the color in two
Oh well, we've all but wrecked the view
It happened after all.
So tumble out of the bed we made
Curtains for the sunshine
When our debts ain't nearly paid
Crimson sentiments well on their way today
Came and took her away
It happened after all.
Spent my time entertaining the dregs
Oh well, I knew it all along
It's ending after all.
So tumble out of the bed we made
Curtains for the sunshine
When our debts ain't nearly paid
It's curtains for the sunshine
When our debts ain't nearly paid
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3. |
Tangle Town
02:35
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Vodka dreams are the truth
Dead men don't lie but in a box
The melodies of infirmaries
Sing of lives and drinks on the rocks
So tip-toe on over to us,
Our sleepy little home
Roll on up, you can fill your cup
With our poison for the road
In Tangle Town, we don't get high
It's such a long way down
No gun, no fun
A sunny day is a warfare's alibi
Come twist our turns, my friend
With ice pick precision
We'll run you off the road again
At the mercy of the evening
Drunk on champagne and lies
We hope you see you can never leave
Our winding home in the skies
In Tangle Town, we don't get high
It's such a long way down
No gun, no fun
A sunny day is a warfare's alibi
Come twist our turns, my friend
With ice pick precision
We'll run you off the road again
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4. |
Down and Out
04:02
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About a darkest hour ago,
I cut the only cord I knew
When a darkest hour is lasting a lifetime,
There ain't much else to do
A trustfall with no principle
Is more like a deadfall
From an Everest of hurt that makes much worse
The writing on the wall
Stick your head in the clouds now
Tell me what you see
I called off, fought off, but drowned in misery
For heaven's new angel couldn't stay with me
An old woman dusted me off, lent a hand to me
Said, "As open as your heart is,
So too must your eyes be.
For a heart is a blind man squinting to see
His way on through the dark,
Blindly falling so easy, getting up rather hard."
So stick your head in the clouds now
Tell me what you see
I called off, fought off, but drowned in misery
For heaven's new angel couldn't stay with me
Been down and out so I'm out and downing
With the broken-hearted poets at the bar.
They'll cry you a river but can't build you a dam
'Cause they all know what they are.
They'll tell you, "Go for broke until you're broken,
Ferry away your soul with gin,
Spend your night in mourning with us
And tomorrow we'll do it again
Stick your head in the clouds now
Can you see me?
I called off, fought off, but drowned in misery
For heaven's new angel couldn't stay with me
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5. |
Hennessy
02:04
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The Infernal Racket Embassy is the place I want to be
Here in this factory all is dead,
Oh well, it's all well above my head
In January it's ok for this felon here to stay
It's of no consequence at all
Well, consequence is well above my head
All these things will blow away
Hennessy will save my day,
Such conundrums abound,
Photographs that I've found.
The reverend dismisses the irreverent missionary's sins,
The figurehead so crooked
Oh well, it's all well above my head
Sings so much for a bird who hates her voice,
Then she cries there's been no choice for her
In her whole damn life
Oh darling, you're well above my head
All these things will blow away
Hennessy will save our day,
Such conundrums abound,
Photographs that we've found.
All these things will blow away
Hennessy will save your day,
Such conundrums abound,
Photographs that you've found.
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6. |
Noise 1
00:19
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7. |
A Mouse in God's Country
03:14
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(And now, ladies and gentlemen, introducing...
The world's tiniest sound!)
The welcome wagon isn't lost,
It's only lost its wheels
Matricidal hooligans have made them disappear
A mouse in God's country
Seeks insight from a broken clock
It's always wrong but twice a day
But still he takes such stock
The governor's ball has been saved
By the sympathetic eyes
Of the optometrist's semi-precious
Stone cut from the lies
Lubricants, synthetically, are ridden with disease
While the blissfully ignorant mansion gets on its knees
Demigods with credit cards
Feed books into the fire
Inebriation swallows heads,
But still it's worth the while
Evolution's opposable thumbs cause silly thoughts
And common sensible ignorance keeps mouths away from troughs
A mouse in God's country rolls on,
Though his welcome wagon's gone.
An armless mother's only son
Stirs the pot that boils on.
We're all happily wed,
Till we're dead
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8. |
Our Way Home
02:45
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She has been unkind,
But you know that I don't mind
'Cause tonight we'll be on our way home
So I think for a while,
That I could sure use that smile
And tonight we'll be on our way home
And the mountain's taller than we could ever be,
But you know I'm coming for you,
So dear, you better be coming for me
Well, I spoke from the heart,
When I said this end's a start
And tonight we'll be on our way home
And the stars are further apart than we should ever be,
But you know I'm coming for you,
So dear, you better be coming for me
Don't care what they said,
We won't be left here for dead
'Cause tonight we'll be on our way home.
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9. |
Noise 2
00:33
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10. |
Living Avenue
04:12
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He dreams in such ways,
Eating yesterdays and discarded time, biting his tongue
A living avenue pitches and writhes,
So lit up tonight
The nutrition of a wing sings a silent sting,
It's alright to be high
Disembowling the sun, everybody run
The song's already begun
Everybody sing it again,
Everybody walking on the road,
Everybody smiling brightly
Sing that song
How smart are they now?
Starving Rockefellers drown in their own respect.
When good friend electric's gone,
Lonely ants are drawn to the sound of the song
Everybody sing it again,
Everybody walking on the road,
Everybody smiling brightly
Sing that song
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11. |
Maybe You Were Right
03:19
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The writer sits and writes his wrongs
Of stately ballets and maelstroms
Sentencing the sentence on his tongue
Lonely but not alone,
Converging is the crowded room
The head that spins sings the world of songs
Goodbye to all
Be safe and be well
Take what's there and take good care
What's for me to tell?
Couldn't pull the weight
Didn't have the strength
Couldn't find the thrill
Didn't have the will
The sarcastic piece of machinery laughs last
Types today the world away in weighty paragraphs
The soldier's mind works overtime,
Won't settle down on down the line
Bombs abound his world is burning fast.
Goodbye to all
Be safe and be well
Take what's there and take good care
What's for me to tell?
Couldn't pull the weight
Didn't have the strength
Couldn't find the thrill
Didn't have the will
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12. |
Noise 3
00:40
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13. |
The Viral Thought
02:37
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For the viral thought all the lines are crossed,
Countdown, two for price of one
Appetite, though full, so insatiable
Christ--little military son
Keep your murdering
Oh, your murdering
Wish you godspeed and all the best
Keep on murdering
Oh, your murdering
Widows made in ways so surely blessed
Here's to funeral weep and to dreamless sleep
Angels on their way sing their songs and pray
That what the blackness said is your only bed
Isn't there to stay
Infidels will shake and in two will break,
The tongue-tied masses come in vain.
When peace is nothing more than absence of war,
Blow it all to pieces once again
Keep your murdering
Oh, your murdering
Wish you godspeed and all the best
Keep on murdering
Oh, your murdering
Widows made in ways so surely blessed
Here's to funeral weep and to dreamless sleep
Angels on their way sing their songs and pray
That what the blackness said is your only bed
Isn't there to stay
Down, down, down we go
Where the cross is always bare
Force-fed a new lullaby
From the Book of Black Lung Prayer
Here's to funeral weep and to dreamless sleep
Angels on their way sing their songs and pray
That what the blackness said is your only bed
Isn't there to stay
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14. |
Dance the Mephisto Waltz
03:01
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Late, we dance the mephisto waltz
More or less it's not our fault
Such romance and elegance,
And mirrors off the wall
Brilliant co-dependence day,
More or less the same old way
Smart enough to know what silence means,
She offers not a word to say
Validation from an invalid
Works till you're crippled on the stares she hid
Forge on with the forgery
Down the slippery slope we slid
Never tires of telling her story until the end
So beautiful it's pitiful,
The tidal waves are in her head
Never tires of telling her story until the end
So beautiful it's pitiful,
The tidal waves are in her head
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15. |
Daedalum
05:26
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The heavens part in a brain stem,
Glassy eyes hypnotized,
The sky sings them its lullabies
The sky sings its lullabies
Hope you reached your combat weight
In for such surprise
When the earth sings no more lullabies
When the earth sings no more lullabies
Spinning open rides the doll
Smiling gently in hell's wheel
The light inside so nullified
As her open sores won't heal
Tongue-tied with the taste of rotgut
Licking her, the forked tongue
Begging to devour snake oil,
The serpents laugh and sell her some
Got your high friends in low places
Victims of the skies
Oh, they know there'll be no more lullabies
Oh, they know there'll be no more lullabies
Oh, they know there'll be no more lullabies
Oh, they know there'll be no more lullabies
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16. |
Lizard's Tears
01:57
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The victim cries a lizard's tears
All but spoiled the fun
Of a love that could have lasted years
Yet a man only falls dead but once.
Tin can eyes replace a window-pane into a heart
And this chameleon in victim skin
Should have been seen from the start
Ugly is the thinking man,
As is the prodigal son
Of this here procession of fools
Riding on into the sun
Riding on into the sun
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17. |
One More Song!!!
00:42
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18. |
Crystal Star
03:43
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It's coming back, not a ghost of a chance
So drink it away, a fool's romance
Over the line take one more glance
And fuck it away, you know you can't
Oh darling, dear, you know who you are
So make a wish on a falling star
And step in the light, oh come right here
Where we can see it's all so crystal clear
Oh, daddy's girl can't figure out
Such empty head, so full her mouth
All her nights she begs to please
And not to pray on bended knees
Oh darling, dear, you know who you are
So make a wish on your falling star
And step in the light, oh come right here
Where we can see she's all so crystal clear
Oh, he's coming back, not a ghost of a chance
So drink it away, a fool's romance
Over the line take one more glance
And go fuck it away, you know you can't
Oh darling, dear, you know who you are
So make a wish on a falling star
And step in the light, oh come right here
Where we can see you all so crystal clear
It's all so crystal clear
It's all so crystal clear
It's all so crystal clear
It's all so crystal clear
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Don Ryan New York, New York
Don Ryan is a singer/songwriter whose compositions are delectable cocktails of ageless beauty and gritty discord — a hypnotizing blend of classic Americana and gypsy jazz with a more modern, psychedelic-folk sound. This is a brand new spin on old music. ... more
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