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Clusterhead
04:05
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This desert will not get the best of me
Godforsaken and drying my bones
A vice on my head
A zombie today
Tonight returns the crushing assault
I sit in the tub
Shaking and shivering
Pace the wooden floor
Hooded demon me
Die a nightly death
Exaggerated sounds
Scorpion stinging my brain
Rattlesnake venom
Gila monster bites
The sun crushes breath
Arid wasteland foe
Doorstep to my grave
And then it all just floods away
Dreams wash down on me
Then the sweat, it dries away
Dreams wash down on me
Mâhead escapes so comfortably
Dreams wash down on me
And so begins another day
Dreams wash down on me
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Sitting on the dock over the bay, my friend
I heard the bottle wash up on the waves, my friend
Looked down at my feet and broke that glass, my friend
And this is what it said, oh yeah,
Well this is what it said:
âNo, I wonât be a fool no more,
No, I wonât be a fool no more,
No, I wonât be a fool again,
No, I wonât be a fool no more.â
Making up for lost time in Baltimore
Chesapeake Bay Bridge in 1984
Atlantic seaboard salt whispers in my face again
And this is how the words, they went, oh yeah,
And this is how the words, they went:
âNo, I wonât beâŚâ
I could tell you âbout the way people are venomous and mean
And I could tell you âbout the way they say things that just donât mean a thing
I could tell you a little more âbout that lost bottle at the beach
And I could tell you a little more about the wisdom that it preached
So, I looked under my bed
And I looked into the dark
And I looked through all the dark places all up inside my head
And I looked into my soul
And I looked into my heart
And I looked in my eyes and I knew
Shelling crabs and drinking beer in Baltimore
Constellation sloops since 1854
Atlantic seaboard salt whispers in my face again,
'No, I wonât be a fool no more.'
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Your Unbeatable Legs
05:42
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Watching your ponytail bounce all around
And your calves pushing your feet off the ground
And the little pink stripe on your shoe, just behind you
And Iâm running along just behind you
Talking a bit but I run out of breath
And after 3 kay ems faster you get
And you smile cuz you know that youâll win
And Iâm running along just behind you
After the finish line go for a beer
Itâs 10:45 and the smoke has all cleared
And my legs are wobbly, I canât barely walk
And I was running along far behind you
And I was running along far behind you
And I was running along far behind you
But I was just behind you
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Hell in a Handbasket
03:28
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Tiger sleeps in her box today
The world passes by
Heads chopped off
Temples destroyed
Hell in a handbasket
Stoke the fires and feed the flames
People just want to hear
The shit that makes their passions flare
Hell in a handbasket
Markets crash
Planes shot from the sky
8645
Bodies lie flat
Keep that gun in your hand
Hell in a handbasket
Muck is rising well past our knees
Above our hips and up to our necks
Covering our head, now buried deep
Hell in a handbasket
To hell in a handbasket, Lies!
Or wherever the wheelbarrow guides us
We will not prostrate and die, or cry
Cuz itâs no worse than ever before
Itâs just in our face
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Everythingâs online today! We are turning into pixels!
8-bit retro hipster shit! Vinyl snobs to contradict this!
Same old pop songs = sleeping pills, skinny jeans with bells and whistles
Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!
Spocking fives but youâre told not to, moneyâs sacred, donât you mark it
No respect for older folks, pensions siphoned through the markets
Take 3 million misdemeanors, felonize them and then lock it
Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!
Kepler 186Fâs out there, does that mean weâre not alone?
Coltan funds a jungle death rate, read it on your slick new smartphone
Osmanâs (Mehmedâs) ships roll up a mountain; modern days we use our drones
Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!
Religion now is all or none, kill cartoonists poking fun
So, put my head into the sand, I donât want a chosen one!
Blood for sale and vultures swoop, abattoir under the sun
Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!
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Snowplow
03:48
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Lie awake and eyes donât shut
Shadows dance in my ears
Legs are tangled in down embrace
Months or how many years?
Sun beats down, things left unsaid
Beams brighten your trampled past
Sun, it feels its way ahead
Shatters your fragile glass
Sun plows off that snowy love
Sun salts down my mind
Sun beats down their waves of hate
Sun dries the bones of time
Get set for your apocalypse
Get set for mountain morning mist
Get set for a death bed kiss
We hold the line
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Slightly crooked and creaking them bones
Wobbling down that road
The sun set in your eyes today
But you ainât going down
So they offer a tasty package
Filled with sugar and sweets
And a rusty lightning rod
Inserted into your feet
To keep the storm at bay
Tempting odds to pay
Hold on my darling
Live to fight another day
So back at home and stuck in your head
Well, thatâs no place to be - Snap out of it!
As spaceships roll by and dogs break down and cry
Well, youâll land on your feet
Youâll land on your feet (spaceships roll by)
Youâll land on your feet (dogs break down crying)
Youâll land on your feet (spaceships roll by)
Youâll land on your feet
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Definition
03:58
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instrumental
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Wormhole
02:01
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To have us, to hurt us, to love us
To feel the way that we do, well,
They come from a distinctly different
Point of view
So bending and twisting and shaping
Our back, our soul and our drive, well,
Visions of black but no color at all
But thatâs just about what we knew
We are what we are
We are what we are
We are what we are
No, not nearly as far as
That hole goes down
That hole goes down
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Greg Gobel Prague, Czechia
đľ Reclusive, maverick musician.
đ Prague via Ohio + Madrid
đˇď¸ Three Fish Music
đ¸ Bands: Marcus Doo + the Secret Family; Tripulante y Crucero
đ¤ Collaborations: Territoire; Nine Stories
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