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Run Admissions
02:03
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by Andrew Robbins
You know I wanna play it for you.
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2. |
Song for Clara Alcorn
03:55
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by Andrew Robbins
Your daughter killed her self but you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice. And even in her death you still have no respect for who she really was. If unconditional love aint what you had in mind, why have love at all? Why have a child and leave her for dead when you change your mind? A truck, a word on which you're stuck when they asked you what happened. But all you have to blame is yourself.
Yeah all you have to blame is your self; you and your husband. Did you just hope that it was a phase that you could pray away? Now her body's in a casket lying in the dirt, buried in a suit the she would never wear.
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3. |
Teal
03:27
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by Billy Degge
Two swans mated
Primal hunger sated.
They are bear bit.
For love is coat for shit.
Beseeched me once before.
Presentiment close her door.
“If I could I would”
Well perhaps I should
Seasons crawl and wall crack.
Sedulous queen to my providential jack.
“Compared to mine it’s nothing”
Well to me it was something.
It hit home.
Star gazed and head all burn.
Fall inline but never learn.
So pathetic.
Yet I let it.
Stranded in a park.
Run the night dark.
“Just let it fade”
Sky fire lights parade.
My Babylon is raised.
She shifts my gaze.
“I just want to let you know”
The tower melt like snow.
It hit home.
All the feats, you’ve done for me.
I try and yet I fail to see.
So pathetic.
Why not end it?
Sit under blanket sky.
She need not tell a lie.
“Boy I’m stuck with you”
Neither knows what’s true.
I boil and broth like tar.
I cease to carry far.
“We’re stuck fast like glue”
As long as I’m near to you.
(One need not come to two)
All your leafs help
Unbound madman’s sleeves.
Your fire go and spread it!
Swim don’t you tread it!
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4. |
artistic decisions
01:22
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by Andrew Robbins
A performer decides: will she leave her stage bare or decorate to amplify the persona of the music? Will she be a character or simply be her self; add magic to the lyrics or leave it to the tunes?
But personally I'm fine with the stage as it is. Just get a good P.A. and get on with it. Art is fine but rock and roll is better. Just practice those chords so you can play them better.
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5. |
Alabama Song
02:17
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by Bertolt Brecht
Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
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6. |
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by Billy Degge
They tell me of a furnace
in a green and storied land
which formally belonged to
a demon’s marching band
it fries up all those they capture
whilst they play the drums up a blur
souls burn and twist together
melted in molten heather
One day the furnace did explode
Now no one knows what they were!
And way up in a fortress
of the green and storied land
giants eat virgin breast
all jejune in rigor mortis
they pull them close, for some kind of kiss
they pluck the hairs from their head
then the giants then eat them all cold dead
their face a constant-frown
One day a living girl got out
And she burnt the whole place down!
Bloating in a river
in the green and storied land
lie fallen stars made o’ silver
who whisper libels so sweet
To all those who listens to deceit
telling travellers stories
of painted shores and their glories
All who are gullible enough to listen
Soon begin to regret their decision
Whilst the stars carry out their plot
And all those who listen get shot!
Which brings us to my tale
in this green and storied land
What I say, may leave you frail
But all is true,
I swear on the God’s two
I saw you wading through the Brackish
All scaled and tailed of fish
I loved you in an instant
My speech turned to an infant’s
Now I’m singing this to her
My beautiful girl of Mer!
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7. |
The Mire
05:47
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by Billy Degge
Looking through sodden lenses
Your synecdoche condenses
The state of my emotions
Into a mire.
Burning bridges at best
Tearing up my sullied still
Oho ohh ohhh
Her heart it still up for thrill
She extricates herself
Outta the mire.
Curling through my soul’s rest
Leave me be
Please just let me drift and burn away
And oh shit
Please just vet the things I try and say
Leave me be
Act like I was never even here
And oh shit
Don’t become a product of your own fear
Eschewed me for another
she searches for her lover
It pulls my emotions
Into a mire.
Burning Bridges at the best.
Waters looking real good
Oho ohh Ohhh
On a bridge above the flood
it’ll extricate myself
Outta the mire.
Curling through my soul’s rest
Leave me be
Please just let me drift and burn away
And oh shit
Please just vet the things I try and say
Leave me be
Act like I was never even here
And oh shit.
Don’t become a product of your own fear
This song, its time is done
You go and have your fun
I’ll just deal with myself.
Inside a mire.
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9. |
Atrium
01:42
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by Billy Degge
Pardon my confusion
At such a conclusion
For a connection, now broke.
My eyes, they saw that clearly
That she don’t hold me dearly
In many arms she does soak
I’m not an auspicious one
just an ignorant mock sun
Confined by smile till I croak
Lost now in hearted grip.
Unrequited I slip.
Falling fast I begin to choke
And Lou, You’ll never drown.
And Ann, I’ll see you around town.
And Gwen, I’ll prepare the crown.
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10. |
Croyde
03:39
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by Billy Degge
Caged,
We sort through Pan’s lot
And lost,
is all I know.
Come spring,
Slag be all that left.
And fear.
Is all I can show.
For its
All I have.
It’s not enough.
I’m not enough.
And oh, the dark seems cold.
Whilst the lights dim on a lantern grown old.
I…I’m losing what’s left of me.
I’m breaking through my simple seem.
I’m wondering when I’ll next walk free.
Sweetly pretending that nothing needs mending,
Burn the thatch!
It’s an open question.
To which no one wants an answer.
In a sky which burns
crystals into crack.
Clutched
The doll be close by side
And far,
From any kind of land which I once knew.
Come Fall
All be torn to ashes
And shun
Is all I can do.
For its
All I have.
It’s not enough.
I’m not enough.
And oh, the dusk draws so near
That the sky moults to a clear
I…I’m losing what’s left of me.
I’m breaking through my simple seem.
I’m wondering when I’ll next walk free.
Sweetly pretending that nothing needs mending,
Burn the thatch!
It’s an open question.
To which no one wants an answer.
In a sky which burns
crystals into crack.
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11. |
Pulmonary
01:56
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by Billy Degge
Settled in a corner
I need not to warn her
I’m a port and she’s a boat.
Ringing fills my ears
Building up sets of fears
From others, I build a moat.
She’s not a heartless one
Just a gal who wants fun.
Freed from her stress to float.
I’ll just vanish from her mind.
Go and marvel at some other find.
Causing my corpse to bloat.
And Lou, You’ll never touch the ground.
And Ann, I’ll search for your sound.
And Gwen, I’ll search round and round.
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12. |
Laura's Laments
05:11
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by Billy Degge
He performs in front of audience, his vibrato trembles in cadence
She watches from cashmere, he does what she fear
Just a boy made of meat, leaves her fire a sleet
His charm holds her blue, wishing herself into two
Crushed she is gone, attempt to forget through song
Lacking her sense of purpose, feet stumbles onto night bus
Desire coursing through her veins.
Panic ensures her lost.
I tried, to help you
I tried, to perfect you
And yet, I upset you.
And yet, He neglect you.
Too scared, to lose you.
Too weak, to protect you.
Maybe, one day
I’ll help, in some way.
We’ll laugh, together.
Whatever, kind of weather.
Till then, Sweetheart
I’ll never, be too far apart
Enveloped in pain
And defiled by the shame
She weeps coolly and truly alone.
Tears drift down face in complete lack of grace
The mire grows a little larger, no matter how I nudge her
Thoughts spawn and crawl around her
Laura is late, vision distorted by hate
To an event so fun, she need not see her sun
He’ll regret everything, as he’s a charlatan king.
Deep down a bit of her is notched.
I tried, to help you
I tried, to perfect you
And yet, I upset you.
And yet, He neglect you.
Too scared, to lose you.
Too weak, to protect you.
Maybe, one day
I’ll help, in some way.
We’ll laugh, together.
Whatever, kind of weather.
Till then, Sweetheart
I’ll never, be too far apart
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13. |
The Acceptance
01:59
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by Billy Degge
Naught breaks the fall
You gain, Yugen.
Come one and all
We gain, Yugen.
Steady beats the drum
It’s all wheels and wheels.
Man’s doom has come
It’s all wheels and wheels.
Hold hands with me
Eternal, Inferno
We’re a lock to its key
Eternal, Inferno
Come one and all
Burn forever. And ever.
Come one and all.
Burn forever. And ever.
Come one and all.
Burn forever. And ever.
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