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Murder Industry
02:48
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The butchers, they come in zeroes and ones
Behind digital smiles, under store-bought sun
Themselves the youth have fooled, it seems,
This generation of words on a screen
(Chorus)
So here's to a murder industry
Some bridges ain't worth the kerosene
The professional smiles of whores and liars
Are raking them in and breaking them buyers
I'm dropping the dime 'cause I know what I've seen,
So stick another quarter in the funeral machine
(Chorus)
And here's to a murder industry
Some bridges ain't worth the kerosene
Frozen, paralyzed in time
Sing a lullaby for the parts that died
Wake me when they're ready to buy
Obscene mob scene,
Reckoning day,
Cry me a river and wash us away,
Throw in the towel
'Cause you know what I mean,
Well, it ain't worth the fight,
No, it ain't worth the scene
(Chorus)
So here's to the murder industry
Some bridges ain't worth the kerosene
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King of the Clowns
02:59
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Sipping from the poison well,
It's alright to wrong
The Mercy Man, he swears he sells a
Suicide song
It's the Poison Pushback Wakening,
The bitten civil tongue
Sympathy's an old disease
And love's been on the run
(Chorus)
Hello again,
Too late, my friend
On worms' wedding days
The crows are in the wind
And all the world's
A funeral fashion show
Our God, the King of Clowns
Oughta know
So it goes, today's headlines
Tomorrow's frontlines
Life is on the deadline
Buried 'neath our landmines
In the Tapeworm Hollow
Raise a round to the God of Politics
His wisdom is the firmest grasp
Of the obvious
(Chorus)
Hello again,
Too late, my friend
On worms' wedding days
The crows are in the wind
And all the world's
A funeral fashion show
Our God, the King of Clowns
Oughta know
Stabs come with smiles here,
Scabs bleed the rain
Walk the murder mile here
And take his name in vain
Take his name in vain
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Vultures
02:44
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Close your eyes,
Go to sleep now on the rise,
The dead man sounds out
The sweetest lullabies.
Oh, but here in the end,
You've found a friend,
The one whose name
You call your own
Heaven in the skies or
Hell in disguise?
Well now, my dear,
Who can know?
(Chorus)
Oh, but God knows why
The vultures fly
When I follow you,
Crawling back to raise our flag.
The tongue that wags
Will be bitten through
Our time's already gone
This can't please us.
Oh, it just won't ever be so.
So smile, my little Jesus,
It's not your fault, that you know.
And at the end of the game,
Our war hands are tame,
The guns have all been thrown away.
But my heart is broke
And filled up with smoke,
You just can't fight the lonely days.
(Chorus)
Oh, but God knows why
The vultures fly
When I follow you,
Crawling back to raise our flag.
The tongue that wags
Will be bitten through
Our time's already gone
Your heaven weighs a ton
And my hell has just begun
(Chorus)
Oh, but God knows why
The vultures fly
When I follow you,
Crawling back to raise our flag.
The tongue that wags
Will be bitten through
Our time's already
Come and gone
Awake in the day,
But before you go,
Come for me.
I'll tell you off and turn you on,
Baby, before you go
But your time's already,
Our time's already
Gone.
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4. |
The Carnival
03:46
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All is white in the womb
When the limitless consume
Such a grotesque bouquet,
A vintage so in bloom and now
The world melts away on silver spoon
The aching man, he doesn't mind
Ripping off the same old rind
Peels his will and sets the
Silence of the sun so bright,
His world of moving mirrors
Kills the grind
(Chorus)
The Holy roll the ghosts along the road
His cross, it kills the vein
The Carnival Awakening, a clown too proud
To kill his name
Who set in motion the devotion
When all is said and done?
Caught in a moment, the circus on the run
Wake for me, little one
Mother waits above the sun
And tells us all to apologize
A million times
Wake up, wake up little one
(Chorus)
The Holy roll the ghosts along the road
His cross, it kills the vein
The Carnival Awakening, a clown too proud
To kill his name
Who set in motion the devotion
When all is said and done?
Caught in a moment, the circus on the run
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Lady Codone
03:37
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Rollin' down to Devil Town,
I'm comin' home again
The vampires all around
Have all become my friends
And gunpoint's the point that's made,
She's left me with this and that's that
But my loss is now hell's gain,
A dynasty of pebbles collapse
And over and over and over again,
I'm a ghost in search of a haunt
Seems my Lady Codone has up and left
Oh, she's already gone
Her brighter side is suicide
With her the safest way out
You'll find your God is bullet-sized
Now the sexiest thing in your mouth
And over and over and over again,
You're a ghost in search of a haunt
Seems our Lady Codone has up and left
Oh, she's already gone
Oh, Good Morning, Evening
Your moonlight burns
I'll wake with the stars again
Good morning, my whiskey, my only friend
Let's drink her away till the end
And over and over and over again,
We're just ghosts in search of a haunt
Seems our Lady Codone has up and left
Oh, she's already gone
She's already gone.
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6. |
Ticker-Tape Parade
02:56
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In the waiting days when
Everyone was home
The entertainment's slow
No confetti was thrown
And the masses in the street
All shuffle their feet
Though they do the walkabout
They all do it fast asleep
(Chorus)
Welcome to the waking of the
Ticker-tape parade in your head
It's where you need to be.
In the waking days when
The music starts to play
Get up and do the walkabout
And join in the parade
Marching faces laced with morphine
And drip-dried sun
All the masses in the street
All together as one
(Chorus)
Welcome to the waking of the
Ticker-tape parade in your head
It's where you need to be.
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Search went on for days
For a place for a night to die.
Finally it came to be
As the seas waved us goodbye.
Faked all our debts,
Faked death
And woke up dreaming.
But we know that on the
Breeze we blow
Are the hands of their dealing
Wither with her.
The over-known have overflown
They're all so high and useless now
And so their blood is felt by stone.
(Chorus)
Oh how obscene,
This nostalgia machine ain't got the time
For us now,
Though somehow we all realized
That some more
Black eyes and white lies
Are the gifts that they bring,
Who stole our brightest idea
And made it dim
Not that man yet,
Too young to regret it now.
Dominoes are on a way,
They've found them
Fall with every step out
(Chorus)
Oh how obscene,
This nostalgia machine ain't got the time
For us now,
Though somehow we all realized
That some more
Black eyes and white lies
Are the gifts that they bring,
Who stole our brightest idea
And made it dim
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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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