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out of the womb, on the way to a tomb
life goes by so fast
my brain is bled, time's the thing that I dread
I am the outcast, I am the outcast
won't you please open your eyes, look to the skies
I'm telling you lies
ashes and nicotine fell to the floor
where nothing but emptiness rested before
expecting no fashion, expressing no passion
I made a beeline for the door
oh, when the ashtray fell astray
really in fact I need no cigarettes
but Alistair Crowley's wife sends her regrets
the aliens landed, a truce was demanded
abducting my family as pets
oh, when the ashtray fell astray
why should I mimic society's pace
another unfortunate caught in the race
modern time frantic destroys the romantic
and I see the stress in your face
oh, when the ashtray fell astray
lost in the crowd and fading away
failing ignition, my mind fell astray
my consciousness tattered, my ashes were scattered
I took my place by the ashtray
oh, when the ashtray fell astray
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...And Our Sweat
03:37
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we compromise our pride for crusts of bread
scraps off the master’s plate
our creature comforts and necessities
are clearly second rate
we’re at the mercy of a wealthy few
that we have never met
dealing in legal tender currency
and our sweat, and our sweat, and our sweat
we trade our freedoms for a gilded cage
and other foolish things
we ask, “how high” when we are told to jump
twitch when they pull the strings
we’re at the mercy of a ruling class
that never knows regret
building an empire with commodity
and out sweat, and our sweat, and our sweat
somebody’s always needy, somebody’s always greedy
while most face mediocrity
but there are no solutions, just different institutions
just different forms of tyranny
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Edible Holidays
02:27
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I wish that I could be with you
but the sky is green and the grass is blue
a yellowed moon conceals the sun
you cannot stop what has begun
I wouldn't doubt if you're to blame
but nothing seems to be the same
Aurora Borealis glows
for obscure reasons no one knows
a light descends upon the scene
depicted in a magazine
flowers bloom within my mind
romantic motives lurk behind
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Eighteen
03:42
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In her mind there's a need to be free
and thoughts of catching falling stars
livin' her life a cruel pipe dream
lord knows she'll never get far
when she says open sesame
she wonders why the doors stay shut
the fallen star has lost its gleam
now she's just stuck in a rut
'cos she's eighteen with the mind of a child
eighteen, innocence run wild
eighteen, going nowhere fast
and always coming in last
when he arrived into her life
she offered all her heart
another loss she can't afford
without her conscience torn apart
starting over, she sold the star
growing up too fast
the lesson fell upon her ears
she'll never get stuck in the past
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One More Night
03:49
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It makes me smile
Just to see you standing at my door
I'm so alone
And I can't live without you anymore
So come and lay down by my side
I just want to hold you close
And be with you tonight
'Cos I can't take
One more night without you in my arms
You're in my dreams
I go to sleep just knowing you'll be there
When I'm awake
I think about you, it don't matter where
Even the blind can see
I was meant to be with you
And you were meant for me
'Cos I can't take
One more night without you in my arms
One more night without you lying in my arms
One more night would do my heart a lot of harm
I need your company
'Scuse me please for asking you
To run away with me
But I can't take
One more night without you in my arms
When I'm alone
I find myself just sittin' by the phone
This loneliness I feel for you
Had gotten in my bones
I wonder where you are
You're more fun to play with
Than my electric guitar
'Cos I can't take
One more night without you in my arms
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Down in Flames
04:04
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all services rendered are hereby dismissed
I miss the elation of knowing I’m missed
you live through your letters, the bark is the bite
a tear for the asking, a smile for the spite
I love you more than you will ever know
I hate you more than I will ever show
I’ll wish you well when I’ve had time to grow
I want to see you go down in flame
it reeks of bad manners to have a good time
a deep contemplation should punish the crime
but you know distractions are sold by the square
and if you don’t want to, you don’t have to care
I tried to blot you out, somehow I really doubt
I could ever erase you, replace you, or face you again
I tried to play it cool, but my emotions rule
and I’m sighing and crying and lying and dying
all over some goddamn girl
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Sick and Tired
03:12
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boredom was my breakfast
and it ate at me all day
pour me out that spice of life
and drink the world away
lonesome was my luncheon
and it made me want to choke
roll me up that spice of life
and disappear in smoke
I'm sick and tired of it all
dismal was my dinner
and I wasn't feeling well
chop me up that spice of life
and blow the world to hell
hate and hurt was my dessert
I scream, you scream, we scream
I'll shoot up that spice of life
and find a pleasant dream
I'm sick and tired of it all
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8. |
I Was Not Expecting
03:19
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I was not expecting the suggestions that you made
innuendoes no outward appearances betrayed
so many offers I cannot resist
and most of them are on my bucket list
a voyeur and an exhibitionist,
we grope and bare, dare to dare the January air
I was not expecting to withdraw from life like this
hiding from the world in any vacant orifice
I need a heroine, I need a hug
I need someone to make me feel that tug
I may as well surrender to the drug
and take my turn for the burn, perhaps one day I’ll learn
I was not expecting you to disappear again
did I introduce you to a few too many men
I didn’t really want the pain to end
I didn’t really want to be your friend
‘cos there’s another coming ‘round the bend
I don’t know who, but she’ll do if she looks just like you
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I woke up at the break of dawn
I mowed the driveway and shoveled the lawn
I hopped in my Dodge and shaved my beard
little suspecting my day'd be so weird
I had a date with this girl I know
she said she wanted to surf in the snow
so I grabbed my board and my cool sunglasses
we went down the hill and fell on our asses
I never wanna surf in the snow again
I never wanna surf in the snow
I never wanna surf in the snow again
and you can't make me go!
I came to in a hospital bed
with a Sony Walkman and tapes by the Dead
I asked the doctor, where's my girl?
He replied that she'd been attacked by a squirrel
I couldn't think of words for this verse
so I think I'll snag a couple of lines from the first
I woke up at the break of dawn
I mowed the driveway and shoveled the lawn
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I guess I felt most helpless
as you walked in through the door
just to find me half unconscious
in a puddle on the floor
I wanted to leave with you
but it wasn't in your plan
to be saddled with
a somewhat sober, somewhat giddy man
hate to admit it, but I know I am
a somewhat sober, somewhat giddy man
there's place I'm unwelcome
for unspecified crimes
in unspecified locations
at unspecified times
I'd like to ease their worries
but I don't know that I can
'cos no one believes
a somewhat sober, somewhat giddy man
but wasn't it a Saturday
awash in countless beers
when you lured me to your parlor
just to kiss way the tears
I'm not surprised it ended
when I know that it began
with the stumblings of
a somewhat sober, somewhat giddy man
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11. |
Thoughts of Loving You
03:13
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I hope that you'll excuse my personal views
you wrote the lyrics but it's me who sang the blues
every now and then my thoughts return
those nasty thoughts of loving you
a thousand reasons have been buzzing through my head
your choice of actions makes me wish that I was dead
the pace was swift, the cuts were deep
the hatred had me seeing red
but time's a healer and my bitterness is through
forgive but not forget's my motto, this is true
every now and then my thoughts return
those nasty thoughts of loving you
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12. |
Ugly Women
02:30
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Her overbite excites me
Her lisp turns me on
One look from her crossed eyes
And I'm gone
Nothing drives me crazy
Like the gap between her teeth
She rubs her mole across my ear
And I'm thrilled beyond belief
'Cos I've found that a woman
Don't have to be a babe with a tan
Ugly women work harder
At pleasing their man
She might not have a figure
But I don't have to beg
I know she'll always stand beside me
On her good leg (just one!)
She's got the kind of voice
That turns crystal into dust
But she loves it when I call her
My Picasso of lust
Now I've seen the kind of woman
Who can't even pass a mirror
Stay at home, girls
You ain't welcome here
A lot of people laugh
'Cos my woman's got feet (hahaha!)
But when it comes to making love
No bathing beauty could compete
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13. |
World Without Love
04:19
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scream thy last scream and step back for a look
on overdue tears we will choke
control freaks influencing possible lovers
insult those who don't get the joke
and someone is screaming in vulgar Pig Latin
he knows the world better than you
the cripples are peeling my wallpapered ceiling
in payment my laughter will do
but I don't give a damn what the junkies are dealing
they don't give a damn 'bout another man's feelings
the shock from explosion will send my friends reeling
and the ceiling looks better when bare
cities are beaches when buildings are lifted
the missiles accomplish this well
take your cold pizza, don't need any breakfast
I'll have my last meal in Hell
pieces are scattered for sixty-nine miles
and there lie a couple of puns
and here, have a couple of used innuendoes
my heart weights at least several tons
I've just one condition for taking this action
I must have the pleasure of seeing reactions
like whether my death is to your satisfaction
and whether you thought I would dare
'twas messy, 'twas sickly, I think it was worth it
but now comes the moment I dread
I'm back in my auto traversing the highway
freedom was all in my head
I'm not going to answer, there cannot be answers
to questions about my soul
I need a quick buzzword for safety and reference
my stated reply: rock 'n' roll
so let me relax in your well-padded room
or help guide me back to the warmth of a womb
I'm left unprotected from news of my doom
and I'm terribly easy to scare
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Rubberstamp Records is a DIY indie record label based in the Saint Louis, MO area and helmed by local music scene veteran Brian Andrew Marek.
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