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Gone Viral
05:06
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I’ve got a megabyte smile,
with crooked teeth ’n blotched skin….
My lovely prose is brown bile,
wrapped in a child-like grin….
I’ve gone viral!
My death spiral!
The ebbs and flows!
Latter day gray…gives way to news of the day…
Talking heads rule, is that an ass or a mule?
My screen starts to gleen…
Like nothing i’ve ever seen…
A retina burns bright
Just holding on for dear life….
I’ve gone viral!
My death spiral!
The ebbs and flows!
They sound like rooster crows...
I’ve come prepared to settle in…
You’d swear it’d drive me back to drink…
You know i’ll break routines (if i find them) with help from my guitars...
While laughing and up staging all these damn passing cars…
I’ve gone viral!
My death spiral!
The ebbs and flows!
They sound like rooster crows...
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2. |
Creature Of The Wheel
02:33
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I open up to take a look…
Percentage points reveal a crook…
Shrouded in the tangled web…
Will your round hole accept square pegs?
A gifted grift…you will beg for thrift!
Your trojan horse…filled with faux remorse!
We will win…
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4. |
Smart As Paint
03:51
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All day long
I create
as we pine - pine away…
Gazing out
upon the cliffs
you know my work
my work is play…
Alpha males
we’ll set sail
oh what a lurid tale!
Meat with eyes
you’re a saint
you know you’re smart as paint!
Down below...
where no one goes.
all the men...
are common folk.
Drunken brawls...
50 foot squalls...
they rain down...
upon this town.
Alpha males
we’ll set sail
oh what a lurid tale!
Meat with eyes
you’re a saint
you know you’re smart as paint!
Left for dead instead!
Gallows humor with crumbs of bread...
Back from the Dead!
Gallows humor with crumbs of bread...
Now that’s done...
oh yes!
Sacrilege...
at it’s best.
Privatize...
pieces of eight.
Socialize...
the begger’s fate.
Alpha males
we’ll set sail
oh what a lurid tale!
Meat with eyes
you’re a saint
you know you’re smart as paint!
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5. |
Supply My Demands
06:11
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All the mountains that we’ve climbed:
Some I remember...
Some have up-and left my mind.
Here I am stuck in the woods,
having trouble finding trees.
Pouring over fairy tales,
ponder under lock and key...
Eyes are open, but cannot see!
Got my beauty rest for free!
2 years later we’re back again...
You know I’m ready:
all alone left to defend.
Toiling over another tune...
Hoping/praying,
like a flower about to bloom.
All the pundits in the world,
in the open left unfurled.
Right brain fever about to break,
is it real-or is it fake?
Eyes are open, but cannot see!
Got my beauty rest for free!
2 years later we’re back again...
You know I’m ready:
all alone left to defend.
When your dreams are all alone:
They spill over like ocean foam.
You squint your eyes for a better look...
Only to find:
You’re just a fish searching for a hook!
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6. |
General Strike
02:18
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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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