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Going to a Bar
02:32
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I’m going to a bar/gonna drink all night
I’m gonna hit a car/gonna feel alright
Hoo-wee! Cry along with me
I’m going to a bar/ain’t gonna pay no rent
I’m gonna smoke some tar/till all my money’s spent
Hoo-wee! Cry along with me
I’m going to a bar/staying there all night
It really ain’t that far/we’re gonna have some fights
Hoo-wee! Cry along with me
We’re going to a bar/gonna get real high
Gonna get high as the stars/
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2. |
Payday
04:52
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I’m getting money today/gonna go put it in a bank
I’m getting paid today/I’m going home to bake a cake
I’m getting paid for real/gonna settle my deals
Pay up on some bills/then I’ll roll down a few hills
Pay me or I will/shoot my fill/sell you my pills/then I’ll wreck my Coupe DeVille
I’ll buy a brand new silver train/drive it on out in the lake
I’m gonna say what I came to say/ your damn sure gonna pay me today
Cuz it’s payday/ yea it’s payday, ah yay!
I woke up too damn late/ and it ain’t even straight
Hell man it’s a decent fate/ and you will get paid.
I’m gonna buy some trees/ sell out break my knees
Yea it’s a fun disease/ give me my money please
I’ll take a ride downtown/ laugh at all them dumbass clowns
Watch more sad people frown/ and y’all don’t even count
Cuz it’s payday, yea it’s payday, ah yay!
Pay me what you owe me/ I know you got it on ya
Gonna take my money home with me/ ain’t leaving here without something
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3. |
Paddleboy
06:00
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I’m having energy spasms/ live in a harmony chasm/ ain’t got no brain plasma/ losing my thought patterns
I’m lost in a brain cave/ ain’t got no airwaves/ too goddamn wasted and afraid/ trying not to notice rape
It’s just a damn shame/ this fucking human game/ ain’t got no time ain’t got no space/ seems like we done lost our place
But I’m swinging back ya hear?/ no more heroes no more fear/ we know the teams we know the cheer/ don’t need no nation won’t shed no tears
Swing that paddleboy/swing that paddleboy/ Home run!
My fingers and toes flayed down to the bone/ the storm is the stone don’t need microphones
I got implanted by the structures of Atlantis/ raised up by the goats to save a planet/ been fucking up them lizards of the Germanic/ and generally stirring up some goddamn panic
We got a team of alien destroyers/ to combat all them pale white horses
Our only code is be remorseless/ their only hope is to deport us
Swing that paddleboy, swing that paddleboy! Home run!
I ain’t into that aura healing bullshit/ but I do get down with the good ole black magic
El Sereno, that’s when it’s really lit/ light up the dro and watch them mountains twist
I’m seeing triple cuz my third eye won’t close/ I ride a falcon with my baby and 2 dope ass bros
You can’t hear the silence/ when the window is closed
Water flows through the holes and makes you sick/ when you pick up the phone the MIB is on your shit
You can’t be alone when implanted with a tracking chip/ big brother knows all the codes to make you tick
I got a code of my own/ I got a code no one knows/ the storm is the stone/ the storm is the stone
Swing that paddleboy, swing that paddleboy! Home run!
Hail Mary brother come have a look-see/ you ain’t got a team and it ain’t me/ you got great enemies/ know what I mean?
You got no troops in those compounds/ you got no riot on the pavement/ you got no clips on my eyelids/ it ain’t even cold in that basement
My eyes unglued I cut em out/ my will let it be forgot about/ 1-2-3 baby run with me cuz the sick ain’t free and you know it ain’t me/ you know it ain’t me/ you know it ain’t me yeah!
Oh devil wind blow/ far to the left/ blow right through/ my right hand/ my wrong leg/ and don’t you say his name out loud
The moon looks cool on a doom night/ and the place is lit and we’re dead inside/ let’s bone on the pavement honey sister/ all right! Ah yeah!
Swing that paddleboy, swing that paddleboy! Home run!
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4. |
Lost and Found
03:48
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See me as I was found/ like no one was around
Falling off and on the ground/ burning down the old town
Giving in to one sound/ living like our votes count
Looking up before I’m looking down
Only in the maya/ things get left behind-a/ only in the maya-ya
Breathe into my nose cloud/ let me bring my soul round
See back into what’s been found/ wondering if God’s around
Bones sticking out the ground/ run out through the woods now
Hope it leads me outta town/ I’m looking out before I’m looking round
Only in the maya/ things get left behind-a/ only in the maya-ya
Won’t you see if you can find me/ I’ll be hanging from a tree
Throw my body out to sea/ let the sharks come feed on me
Watch the smoke ride silently/ let go of all my hopes and dreams
Forcing all y’all to believe/ that you ain’t got no disease/ that you ain’t got no disease/ that you ain’t got no disease
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5. |
Mighty Sun
04:48
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People of the jungle/ come into the rain/ let yourself be humbled/ by the serpent in the flame
Do not try and answer/ all replies in vain/ commit yourself to wonder/ and embrace the old refrain
In awe of the mighty sun/ in awe of the mighty sun
He is the only one/ the almighty sun
A figure in the window/ the night is lying still/ insects at crescendo/ with the dogs up on the hill
Orange moon arising/ the devil is awake/ here is the beast of morning/ rising out the lake
In awe of the mighty sun/ in awe of the mighty sun
He is the only one/ almighty sun
The blazing eye is rising/ there’s doom upon the wind/ but old black death’s advising/ that this is not the end
Out of the caves they’re creeping/ you see those glowing eyes/ and when the shadows gleaming/ you can hear the pale bird’s cry
In awe of the mighty sun/ in awe of the mighty sun
He is the only one/ the almighty sun
He is awesome
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6. |
Breakfast/ The Greys
12:44
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I don’t know turkey and i ain’t seen kraut/ mustard and soup what’s it all about/ I ain’t been to the beach nah I ain’t allowed
I don’t know sugar and I ain’t raised cane/ don’t own no boat I ain’t seen no lake/ no apples and turnips no hotdogs and cake
But I don’t know what breakfast makes/ yea I don’t know what breakfast takes
I don’t do melons no butter or cream/ never heard violin or had me a dream/ I don’t shed no tears I ain’t got no team
But I don’t know what breakfast means
I ain’t seen a suitcase and I’ve never been mean/ I don’t have no shoelace or any pralines/ I ain’t got no eyeballs and I’ve never been seen
But I don’t know what breakfast means
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The cyclone unfurled/the wind is cold/ the future is silent/ the silence is old
The cardinal is blushing/ the sun is bone/ the flag is soaking/ the shadow’s alone
The hospital’s closed/ the mountain is burning/ the house is a wreck/ the water is learning
The bird is angry/ the light is hidden/ the storm is ancient/ and the shadows are whispering
The fire is cold/ the rose is black/ the baby is old/ and the river’s off track
The greys are coming the greys are coming the greys are coming down
The greys are running the greys are running the greys are running your whole damn town
The morning’s a tomb/ the Mayo is frozen/ the sky’s a canoe/ and the bank is open
The eye is a waterfall/ the fountain is melted/ the knot is untied/ and the business exploded
The grave is thankless/ the rose is bleeding/ the payment is planned/ and the moon is receding
The building is sacred/ the dream is burning/ the moon is ripe/ and the water is turning
The wind is silence/ the light is hidden/ the map is a secret/ and the word is unwritten
The spot is immortal/ the bank is lying/ the climate is holy/ why are you alive?
The bend is focus/ the memory is stone/ the curtain is swollen/ the lie is untold
The greys are coming the greys are coming the greys are coming down
The greys are running the greys are running the greys are running your whole damn town
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7. |
Hatchet Falls
03:38
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Coming down the falls with a hatchet and a chain/ sewing up the lips so there ain’t no complaining/ stay out of my way
Looking down the hall with an eyeball and a flame/ burning off my palms so no one knows my name/ stay out of my goddamn way
Them lies ain’t right/ so who the hell knows
You gotta light/ go on let that shit go
I can’t decide/ I think too slow
I’ve been wrong/ I gotta roll
I lay down she says why/ I lay down she says why/ I lay down she says why
Cuz I ain’t got nothing to deny/ cuz I just gotta shut a lil eye
I see the lives/ she sees the ghost
I see their eyes/ she sees the most
It’s all about/ that Holy Ghost
It’s all about/ who’s got the most
Walking down the road with a blanket and a cane/ walking on my toes so no one sees my pain/ stay out of my fucking way
I’ve been told that I can’t see/ it made some sense but I still don’t believe
My eyes are closed/ and that shadow knows/ or so I been told/ or so I been told
His eyes are bright/ his eyes are rolled/ he’s been known to say “I can see your soul”/ “I invented light I invented light I invented light/ he’s alright
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