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Get Out
06:10
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Done away with the path that was gonna make my daddy proud
When I said I was sure there'd be a row, he said, son!
You take care of yourself by singing now
Hell, I've seen you in front of a crowd, you’re alright
Large medium fish in a medium fish in a medium pond
Make my way to the ocean there’s sharks all around
and I don’t know if I got the right gills,
salty water might kill me
I'll try and make a big old splash while I drown
At least I’m out of that stupid ass pond
And ill be doing just fine, got this killer band right behind me
"Get out!" I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!” projected from the hole in the front of my head
"Get out!” boy, get out
I tried, but I could never be that guy
Thought the way was clear at last, the goal I sought was on that path
Solution to the hole that the princess left
(You ain't bad at that)
But I’m good at this its where I live
It’s right on the street where my house is
It’s all fine and well getting out of your zone
You don’t gotta make it your home
Science has had its chance
but my time with the slugs it hasn’t passed
never stepped up to do that dance
Never played a note in Spain or France
never put my eggs all in that basket
Its high time that I took that chance and ill scream till my lungs give out,
I'm free at last, I'm free at last
Ill be doing just fine see, got a real good woman beside me
"Get out!” I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!" projected from the hole in the front of my head
Get out, boy! Get out
I tried, but I could never be that guy
The truth about d-max, the obfuscated fact
The academics in scare-quote rabbits-ears cats
Cos I don’t got time for it anymore,
run away till my feet bleed with sores,
Then I'm gonna run just a little bit more
Stifled in a fog
of dose volume histograms
Saying I'm not right when I know I am
Prepare for institutionalised yes no mam
Treat me like a child, don’t you dare goddamn
You don’t know what I've been through, or who I am
I am the fucking man.
Put the books back on the shelf, gonna be the boss of my goddamn self
"Get out!” I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!” projected from the hole in the front of my head
Get out, boy, get out
I tried, but I could never be that guy
Boy
"Get out!" I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!" projected from the hole in the front of my head
Get out, boy, get out
I tried,
X-ray school
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2. |
Do You Still?
06:06
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When I was a younger man, didn’t have a care didn’t need no plans
On my face you’d never see a frown
Something came death from above, strange little thing L.O.V.E E E love
Like the fresh prince I was turned upside down
I tell you something, ill tell you the truth; I gave a woman the last of my youth
I came back a dishevelled man
Cos you cant take back what you given away
Got to grow it all back from scratch someday
Got to do the best I can with these cans
Drink em down.
I lost my soul at 24, got so much longer to go
Yeah you still got yours, hold on,
Hold on
Princess of pain the agony queen, sure knew her way around being mean
Wasn’t heaven or earth if you know what I mean
(One hell of a scene)
Cos you cant unscramble an egg, or unring a bell
Un-annihilate the soul of a man in hell
You can sleep when you’re dead,
And I'm feeling pretty damn tired
The meaning of life is to feel alive, but when the soul is stripped and the body survives
What’s the use, what’s the point, what’s that smell?
When the soul strips itself of its own accord, put your clothes back on your as drunk as a lord
I ask you again, what’s that smell?
Stinky
I lost my soul at 24, got so much longer to go
Yeah you still got yours, hold on,
Hold on
Youth is wasted on the young, young and dumb and full of something
I don’t understand anymore
Youth is wasted on the young, I should know cos I used to be one
2, 3, 24
Old man, look at my life, 24 and so much more
Doesn’t mean that much to me, to mean that much to you
24 he made a masterpiece
At 24 I made a shatsterpeice of my life
And I did get lost, rolling away from you
Sink it down
I lost my soul at 24, got so much longer to go
Yeah you still got yours, hold on,
Hold on
Hey young man! How old are you?
Do you still got your soul?
Hey young man take care of that,
It’s the only one you’ll ever know.
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3. |
What's the Point?
05:39
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A man loses his purpose, starts to sink in the sand
Re-evaluates everything, he once held in his hands
Don’t seem to have much use
Don’t seem to have much power
Don’t seem to hold much weight
Don’t seem to have much meaning
Those things that brought him joy
He’s asking questions, we all do well to avoid
You better leave them well alone
I lost my way,
Don’t know where I am, where vie been or where I'm going
But I know, just how it feels
To wander in the dark
For one thousand days
Don’t seem to have much use
Don’t seem to have much power
Don’t seem to hold much weight
Don’t seem to have much meaning
Those things that brought him joy
He’s asking questions, we all do well to avoid
I’m playing the guitar
What’s the point?
I’m singing this song
What’s the point?
I get out of my head
What’s the point?
You better leave them well alone
I get out of my bed
What’s the point?
I open up my eyes at all
What’s the point?
You better leave them well alone
A man loses his purpose, starts to sink in the sand
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4. |
Begone, Skunks!
03:33
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Got me in that bad funk again
Got my soul sunk again, oh no
Gotta get so damn drunk again
Got my soul sunk again, oh no
Those low down, black dog, dirty skunk
Laid a cloud of futile, good lord it stunk
Rolled my soul in a ball and slam dunk
Begone, you dirty skunks!
People ask how it’s going
You gotta say that it’s going, just fine
But those skunk juices flowing
Expelled from their black and white behinds
Those low down, black dog, dirty skunk
Laid a cloud of futile, good lord it stunk
Rolled my soul in a ball and slam dunk
Begone, you dirty skunks!
Drink some water,
Even those paralysed by the meaninglessness of modern life
Gotta drink water from time to time
You thought it was a pretty good line
Ill tell you something,
It wasn’t even mine
Kurt Vonnegut, Palm Sunday, 1981, p109
What’s that coming over the hill?
There’s a herd, or a warren or a pack
I'm unsure of the correct, collective noun
I know there’s a lot of em,
And they’re coming to stay at my house, on my couch
Those low down, black dog, dirty skunk
Laid a cloud of futile, good lord it stunk
Rolled my soul in a ball and slam dunk
Begone, you dirty skunks!
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5. |
Ric Flair
04:16
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Comes walking on, to thus spoke Zarathustra
Pulls it of wearing alligator shoes, yeah
You better beware, its a jungle in there
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the ring Mr
Ric Flair
I enlighten you to a little known fact
Whenever Ric "WOO"s, its always B flat
(Actually C sharp but who’s checkin)
He even knows where the hippest note's at
And get any pretty woman in the world he wants
Just like that.
WOO, who’s that, sitting over there
WOO, sporting that pink underwear.
WOO, most glorious platinum hair,
All you young pretenders well you better beware.
Jake the Snake, unsurprisingly had a snake.
Ultimate warrior had paint on his face.
Hacksaw Jim Duggan, had a 2x4.
But with style like this, you don’t need no more.
Got a lot of friends, got a lot of foes.
They be quaking in their boots when I be bouncing off the ropes
Lots of people talking, few of them know,
You gotta have a tag if you wanna make that dough.
WOO, who’s that, sitting over there
WOO, sporting that pink underwear.
WOO, most glorious platinum hair,
All you young pretenders well you better beware
Survived a plane crash, survived being struck by lightening,
Only drives the fines cars, and dines the finest dining.
People try to say that size don’t matter
I wish to contravene,
You can measure a man's success by the length of his limousine.
WOO
Rolex wearing, styling profiling, alligator booted, limousine riding, absolutely no commercial flying, all night dancing, all night loving
Kiss stealin, wheeling and dealing, son of a gun
Such a man there can be only one.
WOO, who’s that, sitting over there
WOO, sporting that pink underwear.
WOO, most glorious platinum hair,
All you young pretenders well you better beware
Come on boys, take it on home, boys, thus spoke Zarathustra!
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6. |
Diminished Returns
04:44
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Its only new the first time around
Gonna see what’s left behind
The bleached bones of experience
In the desert of the jaded mind
And they shine so elusively,
If they shine at all
One by one the suns burn out
Till every single one is gone
That’s how it goes, everytime you’re getting close
Such is the law of diminished returns
Of the law we're never free, it applies to all we see
Like flesh from the bone
It all falls away
And I thought id be gone by now,
But I persevere
And I thought id be bathed in frowns
But I’m smiling from ear to ear
Can’t hold on to experience
It ain't something you can own
You got to let it happen to you
And enjoy it and let it go
That’s how it goes, everytime you’re getting close
Such is the law of diminished returns
Of the law we're never free, it applies to all we see
Like flesh from the bone
It all falls away
Ive been saved, in the shadow of the mountain 2, 3 times before
Now I wave one last time to the mountain
Don’t need it anymore
Oh that’s how it goes, looks like I’m getting close
To defying the law of diminished returns
Oh could it be, that it don’t apply to me anymore
The walls of the law
They all fade away
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7. |
Caveman Interlude
01:31
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I want love, but love just don’t want me
I want to live, but strife is gonna take care of me
I want to feel like, like I did when I was young
It don’t feel right, when I’m out in the sun
I always look over my shoulder towards the cave where I belong
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8. |
Mr So & So
03:13
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I got them pills and e-numbers and I keep them in a sack
I hide my china dog in a chocolate frog and I painted it all but black
And if you keep me out drinking, ill fall on the one
And if I make it past midnight, I climb walls just for fun
But if I’m riding high on Tuesday morning
I tell you a gratis fact
You better slap my face and get my coat and tell me
Hit the road jack, hit the road jack
Drinking in with my friends on top of a hill
When I was just in my teens
Grabbing chocolate bars dream of flying to mars
Dreaming about mashed potato and baked beans
Well miles got old and Coltrane got dead
But playing em don’t make the bread
You want to stay cool wear some funky shades
But that don’t get you fed
Well I've grown up now I’m taller,
I’ve even cut my hair
Ain’t got no superman symbol
In my underwear, in my underwear
Ain’t got no leather jacket
And I know how to play
I might look stupid, but I am
And I ain’t got nothing to say
Singing aiko aiko in my Toyota Aygo
And the parking’s always free
Ain’t got no motor to brag about
And it don’t even belong to me
I don’t want to write a banger
For hipsters in a pub
I’d rather sit on a goldmine
Or overdose in a grubby tub
And join the 27 club
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Spruce Moose
05:35
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I heard just the other day
Friend’s old doggy up and ran away
That’s what the do sometimes they say, when they’re dying
Run down to a peaceful place
Happy valley in the snowy glades
That’s where he chose to go and there was found lying
He chose to go to die alone
Found his peace out in the snow
Embrace the solitude that we'll all know when we're dying
My friend wasn’t even in town
Couldn’t believe when I heard what went down
His old man had just passed away he was flying home
On his return could have used his pal no denyin'
(Otis indecipherable)
He’s a bona fide stone cold killing, mountain man
And if you ever see him, gotta shake his hand
Bad luck on a good guy, don’t understand
Life of late done dealt him a bad hand
I heard the news too late
Wishes to my friend delayed
And I live so damn far away from the mountain
I wish I was the toasting spruce up on the mountain
If it happened to me don’t know what id do
But the mojo is strong and the love is too
You’ll be just fine with the folks that love you in the mountains
So from across the sea ill sing a song
Raise a glass to old spruce and bid so long
Joy that someone is where they belong in the mountains
That’s right where you belong, up in the mountains
He’s a bona fide stone cold killing, mountain man
He’ll drink you under the table and play in the band
I got some red-hot tips man, from the mojo hand
Feels real good to count him as a friend.
Try to think that he had to go,
Found his peace out in the snow
Embrace the solitude that we'll all know when were dying
When the light flickers gentle and then is gone
We all will be completely alone
Nothing to fear when the darkness comes if you’ve lived enough
He lived well, you’re living well, I’m trying real hard to live well
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Just out of jail after 3 years inside, cant wait to get up on the mic
Spat some raps about bitches and crack, sad tale of rags to other rags
I have to admit it wasn’t so bad, dropped a couple lines that hit pretty hard, man
Just rapping bout the no good low down life that sick boy's had
Fresh taste of freedom washed down with beer, plus anyone else’s drinks I see lying round here
Don’t want to wait for the boys to set up the gear, or any other people to appear
This is my stage and my moment, wait and you here
Sick boy's on the mic, a said have no fear,
I’m gonna rain hell fire, I’ve been waiting all these years
Spit hell fire, sick boy
Go on and spit hell fire, sick boy
Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more
Shoulda spit hell fire and up the road, but freedom seems such a heavy load
Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more
Moment's come and the moment's gone, three years to spit fire and then it’s done
Hits the street, bums rushed out, threatened the bouncer with a shotgun and it all went south.
Coulda made a new start, made a new friend, stead he starts a fight with the big doormen, man
Fore you can say ingrained incarceration, he got himself the jail again.
Spit hell fire, sick boy
Go on and spit hell fire, sick boy
Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more
Shoulda spit hell fire and home to bed
Now he's sleeping in a cell again
Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more
Spit hell fire, sick boy.
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Old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
He sure looks like he’s having himself a pretty goddamn good time,
I know I got it good, I got it all right,
But there’s something just underneath I cant deny
Perverse desire, to be just like,
The old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
I got this friend in medical school, he’s got the smarts he ain’t no fool
He told me a recenently, he got the same temptation as me
Liberation of throwing it all away,
Sitting on a bench blasting through a bag of super-t
Something about it really appeals to me
Old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
He sure looks like he’s having himself a pretty goddamn good time,
I know I got it good, I got it alright,
But there's something just underneath I cant deny
Perverse desire, to be just like,
The old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
Well oblivion takes courage to pursue, who can know what the boy's been through
He’s abandoned everything he’s even knew
He’s got a strategy, I’ve gotta find one too
Sitting on a bench blasting through a bag of super-t
Something about it really appeals to me
Old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
He sure looks like he’s having himself a pretty goddamn good time,
I know I got it good, I got it alright,
But there’s something just underneath I cant deny
Perverse desire, to be just like,
The old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
People grumble and mutter, give him a pretty hard time
But you cant say what life holds for you down the line
You’re lucky if you have some grasp of your mind
He’s found a way to cope with life
I’ve still to find mine
Old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
He sure looks like he’s having himself a pretty goddamn good time,
I know I got it good, I got it alright,
But there’s something just underneath I cant deny
Perverse desire, to be just like,
Cos it might be you someday
So spare a little thought today
The old man on the subway, drinking all the wine
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12. |
Plane Crash
07:35
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Now I’m back to the start
After a little too long in the dark
Think of the shape of my shattered heart, now its whole
And I love you so
I used to gamble on 23
There was an easy joy that I never thought id see again
Now red 30 is the bet for me, I’m clearing up.
The house won’t win tonight
I opened up my eyes and I say
I know what it is that I got to do
Got one last thing to cling on to
And ill dedicate myself through and through
To being kind to you
Gonna be kind to you girl, gonna be kind
Every time I used to fly,
Some part of me would will the plane to fall from the sky
Just to see what it was like, now I don’t
I want my life.
No I don’t wanna die
I wanna see what you and me growing old is like
I want to sleep next to you at least 21000 more time
Till life takes me in its own time
I opened up my eyes and I say
I know what it is that I got to do
Got one last thing to cling on to
And ill dedicate myself through and through
To being kind to you
Gonna be kind to you girl, gonna be kind
I’m gonna be kind to you girl, I’m gonna be kind
You’re gonna be kind to me to, together we'll find
Something to hold on to in this thing called life,
And even if there ain’t nothing at all, well I don’t mind anymore
I’m gonna be fine, I’m gonna be alright, cause I got you
I know exactly what it is a gotta do
I’m gonna let that aeroplane fly.
Done what I never thought id do
Put a ring on the third finger of you
Not much I know to be true,
But I know, that I’m in love with you.
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13. |
Intro: Stop Right There
00:26
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14. |
Stop Right There
04:07
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You got the story, now,
Depicted in some words and sounds
It’s kinda funny, and kinda sad.
The journey that the caveman had.
Exchanged a purpose for a cloud of pain
A surfeit of skunks they came and did the same
Searching for meaning in a world devoid
Try salvation with books and getting gainfully employed
I lost my mojo, I got of track
But I’ll be goddamned if it didn’t come back
Stop right there, and listen to me
I was trapped in a cave but I got myself free.
Stop right there and listen to me
Something real heavy been lifted from me
Seismic weight of being where you ain’t supposed to be
December 7th '17
My mojo came back to me
These slugs on fire, now!
There’s filfy fire all around
The blow your brains away
And scoop em up and blow em all again
Butcher wears the boots, ye
Biscuit wears the shades
The other M.J got gospel licks for days
Head slug with the smart, be writing all the charts
Timmy in the corner, got a nord and the chops
SDMC souls straight outta New Orleans
Rest of his body's from Newton Mearns
Stop right there, listen what I say,
Rock the coin into the slot and choose us to play
Stop right there and listen to me
I ain’t never going back to x-ray school
Already on my radar is record number 2
I’m finally where I ought to be
My mojo came back to me
Thank you very much indeed, c’mon boys one last time, show em that sexy ass steez
You all have been part of something special, you all have played a part
We all have been part of something special, we all have played a part
Alright I got something to say over here but really you should be listening to MIKEY BUTCHER SLAYING IN THE LEFT CHANNEL if you look hard enough at anything you will find it means nothing and nothing matters but ladies and gentlemen the trick is to realise that THAT DOES NOT MATTER don’t you dare let questions about meaning take one ounce of power from the things that give you a little bit of joy in this life, its all you can hope to comprehend in a universe in which you are infinitesimally small, if you feel something it is real and contains all the meaning you can hope to achieve in itself, and be sure, to experience in that moment with all your will because it is only that moment, a memory is NOT THE SAME, its this instant NOW, inherent in the moment is the meaning you seek, this is living, come on Tim show em how it sounds (Tim finishes the album by crushing all matter into a black hole on the keys)
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