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Zombie Song
02:26
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Damn it Janet, just step over the bodies
These geeks will eat us up like salami
Rotten flesh eaters lurking toward the bed
Didn’t think I’d see the night of the living dead
Give me the car keys and I’ll drive
If this glass doesn’t hold, we'll have to fight
Take aim and sparks will arise
Don’t shoot until you see the color in their eyes
Then get propane, it's okay extreme Louise
To go boom, you mix kerosene with anti freeze
Damn it Janet, did you drop the keys again
So now I’ll walk around like headless hen
I’m going out, hurry up and wait
Lame ducks sitting here on the interstate
Shine the light, I see the keys in the pit
And holy shit did I just get bit
There's a new monster in this food chain
I’ve come here to eat your brains
Walking Dead, literal worst
Oh I’m sorry, was that your horse?
Your intestines will hang from the tree tops
A marvelous hell for the infamous grey fox
Brains are the new macabre
A macaroni western for a comic opera
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2. |
OK Corral
01:15
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Good old Wyatt, he couldn’t see
That his eldest brother was losing his feet
While Morgan breathed his last breath
No one knows who shot him in the back
It's kind of sad, all these old west tales
Pretty morbid attest to the tales
A Tennessee Williams play couldn’t make you brave
Not today, with this tombstone grave
I’m as mean as they come
A holiday is some kind of fun
And you could take me if you are some type of daisy
And I would like to be the one to say
In these 36 years, there’s been a whole lot
But nothing brings me tears like having a friend
Like having one friend in this tombstone end
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3. |
Shaky Hands
02:14
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Shaking of the hands
A band of madmen
Paper thin, skin tight
Wake up in the sewer pipes
Reached into the drain clog
There you will hear the words
Come on Georgie, get your boat
Here we all learn to float
Til we become stuttering fools
Sailing our worries off of burning canoes
And who are all these party crashers
You know, the dirty dancers
Who rant about this or that
Some things the crowd can’t give back
Toxic spider bites
To gastric butterflies
A theory of splintered time
Wake up on the sunrise
You’ve become a vampire
Running demolition derbies
Boogymen retire
To their sell CD’s
To stuttering fools
Who sail all worries off of burning canoes
And I would like to be a party crasher
You know, the dirty dancers
Who rant about this or that
Some day the crowd won’t talk smack
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4. |
For The Wolf Below
02:35
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Have you ever found a needle in the hay
Can you spot the melody
As your thoughts grow older and more concerned
With mistakes turned into defeats
What could I have done differently
Only from space could you see
All the ants on top of their mole hills
And the dreams that race beneath
Tunnels are collapsing under crushing waves
And the time is going to shoot you down
At first, feet in the air skyrocket off a swing
To an umbrella in the cloud
And you can go right back on the bill
It's the same old friend you wanted to kill
It's the same old shit you wanted to sell
Well I'll give you shade as you take me to hell because a goat ain't ever going to tell a lie
Just going to chew before he bites
More afraid of the sheep than the wolf
Alright man let's go...
Tick tack toe baby one two three
Pretty nice versus common belief
Well tick tack toe baby one two three
Pretty nice versus common relief
Run rat mean cat watch out for the paddie wagon
How can you spit fire without first believing in dragons
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5. |
Mors Frolic Hop
02:50
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Martians underground come to meet you with a smile
High as hell off helium bubbles, your miscolored eyes are so lovable
You broke me down in sticks and stacks, doing surgery on my backpack
Skip hop doing all that jazz
Don’t be bummed by a bag of sand
I don’t write happy songs but I’ll give it a shot
A shot for my lady, who’s that baby crying
Laughable since you're not dipping your toes
In nothing more than the shallow ends
Buddy oh where have you been
Last time I saw you, you were living in squalor and sin
You got some kids now
You grew up, well good for you
Here at the reunion there are so many things that I wanted to say today
But some things are better left unsaid, like “I miss you my friends”
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6. |
Exodus Of San Francisco
01:37
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If this is the end of the world
I'll hold onto you with your basket full of lemons
Cheshire cat attitude
She said why the bitter look
I said look at the Lotus go
Waiting by the 7/11, getting fucking old
Open my front door
Southwest flight 5150 from California shores
She said take off your clothes
Traveled to desert, now I'll take you home
If this is the end of the world
I suppose we'll both die
They'll say crazy things like
We had to kill them but they're pretty nice guys
and if we escape, where would we go
I'd like to think we'd end up right back in San Francisco
If this is the end of the world, it'd be picture perfect
because you're a banana slug and I'm an alien
It doesn't matter if they don't understand Alice In Wonderland
It's okay because we're in a dream of a madman
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7. |
Special Snowflake
02:01
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13 narcos coming around the bend
Don't take them all that’s not very zen
They don’t want hear about my shattered foot
Don’t want hear about the concussions so shut up
Doctor said you’ve been in bed for three years
It's time to be realistic with your peers
But fuck em what do I owe them anyway
When’s last time you sent a postcard or tried to say
You’re a special snowflake
People will make a profit off of anything these days
Put the baby in gorilla hero suit
Oh isn’t he so cute
20 coppers to make amends
for things I’ve said inspired by books I read
troubadours were no better than politics and corporations
that take advantage of all your personal feelings
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8. |
Everglades
02:23
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Refugees within the screen
On the streets of Paris they beg and they plead
And the boy to the left and the corpse to right
They toss and turn, bicker and fight
The boy says, I should have buried you ages ago
No longer doing what I’m told
And the corpse reaches through the sand, says respect my traditions
Can’t you see this system was divided to keep each other at our throats
You don’t really believe both sides, don’t know
Of the fear of neighbors they inspire, with hope they wear lovely attires of care
But they don’t care about anything that they’d have to share
Like survival in the Everglades
You think they sat around and argued for days
Or do you think they got along and built a shelter
Reefs and trees, all together
Do you think they’d survive eating poison berries
We don’t eat those, God bless Larry
And do you think they’d live with alligators
If they didn’t get along now and later
And I can’t get no sleep not knowing what is next
We know the cause but not the end
Or resolutions, yeah the waters are tainted
And we’re doing the best we can
Know your social justice isn’t exempt from bullshit
But at least you’re doing something right now
And if you got something to say, don’t shove it in my face
Why don't you try putting it into a song?
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9. |
Viral Loss Of Humanity
02:39
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Disingenuity of your editing, when there’s struggling
the words are all cliche
There’s no unity, cops on the tv screens, modern duality
dead kids left in its wake
Personality of an anomaly, kiss my morality
and shove it right up your own greed
My own vanity, doesn’t keep me happily, your catastrophe
Was letting me breathe
Now I’m not saying that the world would be better off without me
I’m just saying I just say about half of what I think
Everybody shouting with me and it's like a reverie
The band's still playing I’m just saying we could use a remedy
What's the frame, focus shot, what’s the line and the plot
Drop the mic when it's hot
Why are you fucking with me?
I can’t think straight, can’t even masturbate
Sucked at the debate, a regular O’Malley
But this ally cat is done, a death framed upon, roommate grabbed a gun
People love their betrayal stories
It’s the nice and boring ones, slipping your girl all the drugs, putting casings of their slugs
Into the old mans heart
Because there’s so much hatred, I can’t say I blame them
The fires getting bigger than the shelter where we spent our nights
Shit, I would sit and talk awhile, parking lots have been my style
Except for the fights that I would enjoy, if it not for the drama boys
With all the violent toys, something in me just snapped
No more baby mamas, no more homie collars, stop selling for the dollar
You're strong and better than them.
You're stronger than them.
Who’s the tough guy?
Well I hope it's me…
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You Pass Butter Oakland, California
We're a 2 piece band from Oakland, California.
Chase Bartels plays guitar and sings.
Ian Bailey plays drums and uke, and sings backup.
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