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Ballistic Podiatry
05:44
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Who’s holding who now?
Your hired power this tower not ivory sweet and sour
Who’s watching who now?
Moving pictures and tinctures to sooth the witching hour
Chapped lips and crooked teeth
Of hairy eyeballs to windfalls or skirts in bathroom stalls
Tart fruit so bittersweet
Ruthless pacing replacing and oh just one more thing
A pin drop loud and clear, can’t wait to interfere
If you had no bars
Could you see the stars?
The stars
The stars
My obsolescent heart
Needs a hard restart
Restart
Restart
Communication gift exchange
An allegory this origin story full of glory
Black mirror takes two to play
Born of rare metals to meddle in all your life affairs
If you had no bars
Could you see the stars?
The stars
The stars
My obsolescent heart
Needs a hard restart
Restart
Restart
Paradise lost
All to forbidden macintosh
Ten to one hundred
Left all alone and sundered
If you had no bars
Could you see the stars?
The stars
The stars
My obsolescent heart
Needs a hard restart
Restart
Restart
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2. |
My Swedish Buddha
03:47
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(Instrumental)
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3. |
Mental Wealth
04:47
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The truth finds the light of the day…
If given the time it will locate the cracks…
Like water poured over a desperate garden,
It creeps through the soil and the—clay…
I like to watch…
While you are abusing what they call amusing…
You fill me up…
The men on my TV they help me believe me.
The truth finds the light of the day…
If given the time it will locate the cracks…
Like water poured over a desperate garden,
It creeps through the soil and the—clay…
Not long ago…
You tugged at my heart-strings with vocal inflection.
The horror of having these different opinions,
means I don’t agree with or enjoy...your favorite brand of cereal.
I can’t…believe that—you…said what you said!
I’ll give you credit…
You’re bumbling, and stumbling, a blind-man stuck in your ways.
Grasping at the straw men…
Keeping the faith as the lectern floats away!!!
I found the answers today!
Those bastards - they boasted and brayed!
Pull up a chair, you won’t believe this…
They gave books—to read! - I’m so afraid!
My fear’s gone, in fire…
All of the piles, you’ll see them for miles…
A crucification..
The funeral pyre like death on a spire.
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4. |
All Bets Are Off
02:53
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5. |
Captain Sensible
04:30
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6. |
Digitalis
03:05
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7. |
The Loudness War
03:27
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I’ll take away the mundane it said to me…
but in exchange you must invest carefully.
My currency will be…each bated breath…
scratching, clawing endlessly.
Have you achieved the untenable mess, like I told you to?
Your voice trailed off, I couldn’t make out the color or the shape of you?!
This is the score of the loudness War!
The loudness warrrrrrrr!
Your lot in life cuts like a dull knife through wooden plans
Give me a sign…to let me know you’re in a bind.
Give me a sign…to let me know you’re in a bind.
This is the score of the loudness War!
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8. |
Sin City Sabbatical
04:29
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Andrew Hetzel Wisconsin
One man band. Big fan of progrock, but I generally write and record in the hard rock genre.
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