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TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 2

AMERICA I been looking for America in rock and roll and football And right now I can't tell stories coz I feel distant from you all Merging mergers fund the way confusing and too mindless The money man's greed bloodies hand an appendage of the spineless On a mountain a lone banjo player wails He's toothless and all moonshined up The ancient bluesman joins him for a solo Together they just puke it up There ain't no money in forgiveness unless you're already famous Not none of us not me or you not one of us is blameless A culture built on jealousy of those who we're protecting They hate us and we hate them our effigy they're erecting One world minus one is all we got The banjo player doesn't care at all The ancient bluesman slides into the bridge The tempo slows to an ungodly crawl Yeah The banjo burns the mountains to the delta The guitar summons hurricanes by thought The public eats it up online like vultures What is sold is what is lost is bought America's a goddess with her heel on those of color America's the homeless dream of Saddam Hussein's brother America's the stars and stripes that choke til death is purer America's decision falls on some compromised juror The instrumental slowly fades away The tempo disseminates into dust The silver dollar lunges through the turnstyle Entropy becomes pain and disgust dAVE - MANDOLIN AND VOCALS

HIGH NOON 1 2 3 4 Billy turned to leave Charlene turned to leave John Wayne can't believe That they're gonna leave John Wayne's got a gun Billy's got a gun John Wayne shot his gun Billy wouldn't run Gunshots in the desert High noon in the desert Billy isn't hit John Wayne's aim is shit Billy shot his gun John Wayne wouldn't run High noon brings the hell Fate controls the shell John Wayne he got hit Billy's aim's the shit Gunshots in the desert High noon in the desert Billy's on the run Charlene's on the run John Wayne's got a gun John Wayne's got a gun Roam, sucker, roam Dave - guitar and vocals Joe - guitar Brian - bass Wil - drums

VEGAS MARRIAGE Texas is fading fast Look at them South Dakota plates That Caddy is our next blast Headed west suck the desert dry The FBI ain't no match for me Look at old Billy Redfoot fly Charlene's face is in my lap Blasting through the Vegas skyline baby Gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates I think the preacher's gonna die He's choking up chunks of lung like chocolate pudding Me and Charlene got to laugh I'm glad she snagged some extra napkins from the diner The organ player she's a whore She gave Charlene her business card The ceiling seems somewhat stained Charlene said "How did those stains get up there?" I'm gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates I took her as my lawful wedded wife then I fucked her in the Cadillac The future seems to be a shining beacon in the night It is unwritten so a breath of newness flows through me like benign poison Diamonds sparkle like a Mozart song we're tripping balls so say "so long" We're in a psychedelic orgasmic euphoria Dave - guitars, vocals, organ Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

A REAR VIEW MIRROR There's a window by a courtyard by a house It's six hundred and thirty five pieces give or take It's seen five families pass by Now it can't reflect of the sky as the night time goes by There's a bible by the window by the courtyard but now it's just ash By the bible's a safe holding letters, it never held cash By the safe is a little girl's doll And the bones of a dog on the prowl It likes next to the doll Oo oh There's a football by the doll it's deflated and caked to the earth Over top of the house is a freeway, a modern world birth Now last time the house just collapsed It's usefulness gone now perhaps Now it's muddy bike tracks Oo oh Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion

I'M JOHN WAYNE Bullet wound nothing new I'm on the trail hot pursuit That Indian punk that bitch of his Going to rip their eyes out piss on up inside their skulls I'm John Wayne I'm born to kill so suit me up The government recruit me up I'm daddy-o I'm fucking gone Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill I'm John Wayne I got the urge the urge to maim I must inflict inflict my pain Got my hands got my mind Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill All the time I'm John Wayne Dave - guitars, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

WEST MEXICO West Mexico just feels so empty to me Beautiful people sunning themselves We've smoked up everything in town We look like walking trash Makes me and Charlene laugh I want to fuck her in the sand I want to fuck her in the sand I want to fuck her in the sand We're getting out of here, man We're off to Asia West Mexico feels a bit sadder to me Like a barroom brawl in a library Like a fish stuck up in a tree Like somebody else's memories Flashing straight through me West Mexico seems so selfish to me It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life in my dreams And I see the lions on the shore Like Poppa and the Old Man had done before And I wonder "are they starting to roar Or are they just starting to snore?" Release me release me release me release me West Mexico I'm too tired to see What's surrounding me What's surrounding me What's surrounding me What's surrounding me? Release me release me release me release me Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

SHE She had never seen America before, pure America, full of hatred, racism, religious intolerance, endless strip malls, and opportunity. She never learned much at school, maybe how to blow marijuana smoke into a roll of toilet paper in the girl's bathroom. What she did learn had nothing to do with books, teachers, standing in line, none of that shit. What she learned was "always be on guard. If you see an opening do it to them before they do it to you. And when all else fails? Run." When she was a little girl she thought of love as a mystery. When she got a little older she viewed it as a cruel liar. Now it's her life. Sex is sex. Drugs are drugs. Eating ain't cheating. And hugs are shrugs. She says "I'm going to ride this palomino 'til I get to the promised land, 'til Jesus as the devil himself opens up her arms to me and says..." "You're finally home." Dave - guitars, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

LEAVE TOWN He'll come looking before long It's after sunset get along It ain't worth it give it up Locked and loaded saddle up It's wide open Comes approaching look your best Clock is ticking never rests Heart is beating out of time He'll come gunning by and by It's wide open Don't go down Just leave town Dave - guitars, vocals Brain - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 1

OPEN ROAD I want an open road I want to drive away But nobody got a second chance Giving up too fast I want to play my hand But nobody got a second chance I Will crawl to you I will die for you But I warn you I cry too I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud A tune that's meant to drown another's pain I need an open road I got to fly away 'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane What'd you say to me Oh why can't I see What's so goddamn wrong with me Oh why can't I see Break it down I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom I want an open book I got to write my story true So the end won't ever no never come too soon Dave - guitar and vocal Brendan - bass, production Ryan - drums

ROAM, SUCKER, ROAM Running away from no place Turning away from god's grace Constantly getting outpaced Roam, sucker, roam Running away to nowhere Pay a toll to get there Wet and cold and laid bare Roam sucker roam A twenty dollar phone card Left in someone's back yard But you ain't got nobody to call Oh no Like a license plate in Braille Like wine without a grail Nobody's there is all Alright Roam, sucker roam There's a light that shines on Friday It's hovering just past the one way Got nothing much left to say But roam, sucker, roam Like the devil out of hell I guess it's just as well Because he swore he'd never tell Roam, sucker, roam You know that trying to lose is still trying Laughing at pain ain't crying Sucking at life ain't dying, my friend Like the space between two walls Like a door without a hall Like a spring without a fall Alright Roam, sucker, roam Dave - mandolins, vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - drums

CRAZY FUCKER Sup Creamy thighs Druggy "fuck me" eyes Scarred and high Drinking all the time She wakes up Brushes off the crust Says out loud "A cocaine wheel don't rust" I said "what?" She goes to the homeless shelter Raises her arms high above her Goes to work and shakes her titties Goddamn man she sure looks pretty She's a crazy fucker Sucks her thumb These depraved men are dumb Shoots her gun Garter full of ones She's wasted dancing kind of shoddy Pukes all on her naked body She's a crazy fucker Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and effects Brian - bass Wil - drums and percussion

HERE WE GO Well I'm a small town schlub and I hate the big city Can't smoke in restaurants the bitches pay to be too pretty Everyone's a fake with their cell phones ringing Fucking punk jerks condescending money clinging Guns and tons of chalk outlines drawn all over me Dead trees, kids on crack, high financing with smack Got your suit and tie zombies And your phony show business fucks They suck life sucks so what So I'm headed on out to the strip club desert Gonna get me a woman proceed out west To the smooth Pacific Ocean way of west Mexico Here I Go here I go Here I go Here I go yeah Well I was running from the law by the age of 15 Stole an El Camino bound for New York City I did a hitch in the service but I missed Bush's war thank god Well they booted me out dishonorably I couldn't take their fucking rules fuck the USA And I'd like to kill the president but really what for All's I'm looking for's a door Well I knocked off a liquor store somewhere in Brooklyn Hit the Jersey Turnpike bound for Ef El Ay Took a right on 85 somewhere in Virginia Hit the strip joint watch the ladies dancing for me Emotionally retarded's what they called me in the service I beat that doctor down with the back of my hand Anyway I met a stripper she was barely 18 At least that's what she told me Who am I to say Yeah I fucked her in the bathroom spilled whiskey on my shirt Then we headed for the desert The warm warm desert When the sun came up I said "hey, my name's Billy" She said "I'm Charlene" I said here we go Here we go Sleeping outside with my gun in my hand I glanced at Charlene as she snored so softly The crickets were loud and the cars on the highway Made it sound just like the beach Well I kissed Charlene She awoke slowly then she folded my socks Damn near 95 degrees it's barely 9:30 That's summer for you, babe, south of the Mason Dixon Line Yeah we gassed up that El Camino threw the gun under the seat Drove down through Alabama bound for New Orleans Here we go Dave - guitars. mandolin, banjo, vocals Joe - guitars, string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums

TROUBADOR BOSTON, RIVERBOAT GAMBLER Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler That's my nom de plume But I ain't ever wrote down anything My brain ain't got t the room You can find me on the Mississippi Gambling noon to noon A Derringer strapped to my leg A garter on my shoulder blade These Alabama chumps are made I used to be a football player the endzone was my home My roguish charm's well documented I got a roving bone Vegas she's too dry for me so Bilouxi is my home Blackjack. baby, roulette too But poker's my rapscallion glue I've won in Cleveland Phoenix too My fortune she just grew and grew I got a yacht in the Gulf waters true My novel she's a thing of beauty atmospherically It revolves around my gambling ways for everyone to see I'm working on a prequel it's called "Me When I Was Three" I'm a literary tour de force But nothing's written down of course The women they want more and more Of my troubador troubador troubador troubador As long as I'm a novelist hell well I'm a painter too The whole wide world's my canvas and my gambling is the glue I'm an artist cursed with luck, oh well I'm gonna get my dew phew Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler I'm an artist rolling dice Dave - banjo and vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - percussion

ALABAMA BAR Alabama bar is far from home When you are Apache you're just wrong Rebel flags fly high up on a pole Give me whiskey for to sooth my soul Got into a card game close to three Charlene sitting pretty next to me Call me Billy Redfoot that's my name You rednecks best be packing all the same You see Ever since I went away There's too much at stake for me to stay Anywhere Tripping back to the Ante Bellum south Cotton field slaves dying hand to mouth A comet tail flies scorching through my brain Good god I think I've gone insane I took my winnings rumbled out My head was spinning all about Charlene took the keys and flew I got more than woes and blues I'm cracking up Sweating through my vision shame Questing crying towards the flame Floating listlessly I see I see my daddy hangin' from a tree No that's me Alabama bar I say so long To fight for glory never seemed so wrong There ain't much to keep me anywhere Me and Charlene shouldn't even care Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - slide Brian - bass Wil - drums and glasses

FBI MAN FBI man Go man go man Interstate at night The moon is my streetlight Gonna find that Billy Redfoot son of a bitch Interstate at dawn Got my holster on I'm a searching on I'm John Wayne Man Go man go man FBI man Go go go man Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals

DIRTY SHAME What a shame Dirty shame All the same Dirty shame yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Lordy me Glory be Mercy me Glory be yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame JOE! Holy shit It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Oh looky here Dave - guitars and vocals Brendan - bass and production Ryan - drums

THE ABBEY There's a little rock and roll bar with hillbilly Sundays Way down on Decatur Street I done crawled inside a whiskey bottle And I kind of lost my feet God I miss my woman sitting home in ol' B'more I'll drink until the sun comes up And then make love to the hotel floor But as for now I'm on Decatur Street The Circle 9 Acoustic Tour's a drunken fiasco Bars don't close in New Orleans But right now it's time to roll Headed west to Vegas load the van and hit the road We're a hundred mile an hour pharmacy With a rock and roll, payload We left out livers on Decatur Street Livers on Decatur Street When I get home I'm going to sleep for forty days Make love to my woman 'til the Christmas holidays Go to Iamp's and then proceed to pound In honor of that little Nawlins bar that me and Kassy found The Abbey on Decatur Street

DA Leave me alone and go suck a bone and Get the fuck out of my shit Thanks a lot, dick You dumb stupid prick You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass You dumb piece of trash You chump bitch ass You stupid ass son of a bitch Go fuck yourself Get your head out of your ass You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Hell I never thought I'd see An ass as dumb as you can be Never in my life You eat shit you stupid motherfucker Man you suck You stupid fuck You idiot bastard fuck face Fuck you Fuck ball You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Dave - guitars, vocals, lap Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals

TEXAS THUNDERSTORM She floated down from Oklahoma She left destruction in her wake She aroused me and cleansed my visions She destroyed me oh My spirit aches We roll through Texas And dodge tornadoes It's noon but midnight I feel reborn My gun is warm in Charlene's soft caress Making love in this Texas Thunderstorm You know that Texas She feels so mighty You always You have far to go I saw Agent John Wayne Pull his pistol So I shot him whoa Here we go Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums

THE CULT PART 2: THE VACUUM

LOVE & HATE Love and hate Congregate Celebrate Love and Hate THE BALLAD OF DAWN AND REMOTE CONTROL Dawn don't feel so good 'Cause nothing's understood And she's been wasting time And she's been forced to find a new time Barely holding on Tracking footsteps in the rain Of a darkness spawned Never going home again She's insane Midnight's broken The highway's spoken "I don't have a soul" Thought Remote Control Heaven's cruelest joke Crossroads sign is broke Dawn breathes reprieves Remote just leaves Dawn burns best at night When she feels it's right From her flows a glory Hellkind's meanest story Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control Knows that she's there just to play her role Naked oozing love she becomes night Leaves her drooling walks out through the night To the show Remote Control never will wake up Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt Become one with everything and sing Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings To the show FREAKS IN THE MAINSTREAM She's reading Dharma Bums Preaching with a gun Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus Flower petal burns Crash a sharp right turn Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces Maybe she met you Made you join her crew Poetry for you that's nothing special Crack the whip and dash Where the sorrows clash Happiness is what she did embezzle Naked on the TV screen Dawn hit the mainstream I saw her on the magazine Freak in the mainstream Everybody's angst Is all but a prank Payed by you on you in times of vigor Dogma by the ton Everyone got one Shouting it about all full of rigor So be a Dharma Bum Suck your goddamn thumb Curl into a ball that's like a fetus Where's her zen cash crew? They don't know what to do Baby, we just need someone to lead us Give me fish I'm on my knees Freaks in the mainstream I saw her on the magazine What does it all mean? THE LIGHT And when the lights go down We're lying naked on the ground And when the lights come up We mean to interrupt And when the light does bend Then we're you're only friends And when the light does fade We sing our serenade SINKITTUP In my fantasy dance billions Chilling in a skinless ville Come forth and feel the beating of the drums When orgasmic screams of passion Happen and the waves crash at A distant forest fire that's just the sun In an ancient land a man stood motionless He called forth all the powers of the devil To his hand In a modern time cry people looking for a savior Find the strength to live You got it Form a band Sinkittup War torn like a tenement It's all a big experiment There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god Evil seeps like rotting corpses Lectured on in college courses Piling up as if it were not odd Sinkittup Underneath the circus tent There sits a man his back is bent And in his hand his only son he holds a knife He says "hey, son, go on and do the job it's just begun and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life" Sinkittup Inside a cab a slab of meat Drives aimless through the city streets He works for nothing gunfight all the time Then one fine day he snaps And wraps his hand around a nine and zaps A gas and go quadruple murder crime Sinkittup Walls of water feed corruption Deconstructed interruptions Naked timeless tunnels of the soul Band and pop and cry The sky shines on newborn forgotten son To teenage momma born from rock and roll Sinkittup THE VACUUM OVERTURE Welcome to the vacuum A song for all the hearts that are departed Welcome to the vacuum JUDGEMENT DAY Walking through ancient Rome everything's the same So I turn my back to the riverbed and children and their games Hello, friends, I'm here to please to break the wicked ways Life's a myth and so is this and so is judgement day I seen too soon another swoon running from a gun I felt the world shrivel up hell I'm only having fun Interviewing Dawn on judgement day Subadai took Europe's sons and put them in a grave Built a world on top of them vanished in the haze The Khan he sighed 'cause he was bored and turned his mind to east Crushed their souls, drank from bowls, took pleasure in the feast Interviewing Dawn on judgement day "What you done?" asked Caesar's son and plunged the knife in deep The Gallic ones were slaughtered by the Roman Nobilise Nobody lived to tell the tale history turned her back IRL for you and me it started in Iraq Interviewing Dawn come judgement day WELCOME TO THE VACUUM A song for al the hearts that are departed A prayer for those who never got it started A valentine for all the broken hearted A joke for all the bitterness departed A blindman's leap into a void suggestion A glimpse of hope for all those in depression No answer to the everlasting question Bask, become a target, no regression Welcome to the vacuum WORLD LEVITATION If the world were perfect the dodo would live Brotherhood and sisterhood would be the words to give Laughter would float endlessly up through a tearless sky Giant trees would shade a peace that never says "goodbye" In a world levitation Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind You need no explanation Feel free to see reality and be for what you want to be Although I know the show won't start Take aim and touch my bleeding heart If the world were perfect I wouldn't lose my keys War would be a rhyme for door and there would be no need for peace A skinless man and woman would be all that we would need Money would be funny and we'd all say "what is greed?" But all the time my optimism fades And I get too hung up to struggle for the shade The world seems so unkind Build the nerve to climb out of this hole If the world were perfect I wouldn't sing this song If the world were perfect we'd be one big dancing throng In a world levitation CRY FORGOTTEN ONES Packed in the slave ship side by side The slave ship Captain enjoy the ride They bought and sold him flesh on leash From his home on the African beach And they trade his heart for gold What the white man sold The war was fought bondage gone 1860s protest song General Lee to MLK Elvis Presley in the USA And the time she rumbles on Hatred not long gone And she knows what she knows At he dawn of our millennium Bottled water and titanium Packed in the ghetto side by side His father owned his father they're side by side Neither one can make the rent Hatred raging action spent Cry forgotten son CRY ON I can walk away disgusted It ain't us against them It's us against us It's friend against friend So you know everything So you have got it done So your world will live on Cry forgotten son Your world is so mapped out From what your father planned Smile at the face of sickness It bites the other hand 'Cause your world ain't my world But my sun is your sun And I guess that it always was Cry forgotten ones YOUR WORLD AIN'T MY WORLD Your world ain't my world Killing for your god Written in the scriptures Your word is a lie People work and people play People sing and people dance People love and people hate People live and people die Your world ain't my world Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, production Wilmer Berry - drums Joe Gallagher - spiritual assistance

THE CULT PART 1: REVIVAL

WON'T YOU COME BACK HOME The sun really ain't too bright but I got to squint to see anyway Sleeping in a stranger's car I jerk when it starts to sway I said "I'm just in from Jerusalem I'm just in from the sun" A six string in a gunny sack I'm looking to have some fun I been high every single night Won't you come back home with me And won't you try to be with me tonight Won't you come back home with me So I strolled up to the bar I said "I'll play if I can drink for free" The bartender started to laugh hell the whole place was staring at me So I pulled out my black Les Paul I said "You better give me some room." I put my fingers down on the strings and I proceeded to sonic boom When I was done the bartender smiled he said "We knew you'd come our way We heard lots of stories 'round here stuff we're afraid to say." I said that I was just doing my job trying to make my guitar bleed I got my sack and I walked on out and I recited the Apostle's Creed chorus Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering

A DULL SHADE OF PAGAN Well I had a dream last night All around me the party was raging Elvis was our God The sky was a dull shade of pagan We sacrificed our lives Dawn she showed the way in So I had a dream last night Ain't phony I ain't faking A dull shade of pagan The party was raging Folks were engaging The dull shade of pagan So I figured I could spread the word In a way that won't pay taxes Religiousity As long as the song relaxes It's a new mythology Pilfered from the old ones Sold as if it's new Gospel of the bold ones chorus So I got it up and running In a tent by The Rotting Sea Spread the word of Elvis All for a nominal fee Rob them suckers blind Preaching like a magma Cause that break to bind Not really going to scam you chorus Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering

I AM THE ELVIS Elvis is the savior and Elvis is the king Elvis stopped the war and made us all break out and sing Elvis made me see the light Made me never want to fight I am Elvis I am god Join the flock and suck my rod Elvis has risen People, have you heard the news It's better than you could have dreamed Elvis has come back to us and left the movie screen Give him praise and me your funds Elvis Presley's number one I am Elvis I am god Join the flock and suck my rod Elvis has risen Let me have the congregation jumping to its feet Let me have 'em getting naked dancing in the streets Elvis has me seen the light Made us never want to fight I am Elvis I am god Join the flock and suck my rod Elvis has risen I am the Elvis Goo goo ga joob Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums

TOWN TO BURG We were travelling last night when We pulled up to shining lights and We talked about mysticism We left early as is our whim We set sail the morning after Had them hanging from the rafters Honestly there's something to this Even though no one can prove this We roll town to burg Shouting Elvis' name and spreading his good word We see all to those believe Crash town like a wave then roll up stakes and leave Truth be told the crowds they scare me What if once they tried to dare me I would say "It's faith just trust me." Ain't no way these fools will bust me chorus Dave - guitars, banjo, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums

HEY GROUPIE Hey, groupie, with your cheap tattoos Come cure this poor boy blues It all comes naturally So let yourself be free We're all just lost to be Tonight Hey, groupie, writhing through the day Conform with all we say Give freedom to the beast Let fractious souls unleash A feeding without feast Tonight Hey, groupie, did you ever know A question answered no? A falcon flew at dusk It smelled of sweat and musk It sang a song and busked Tonight Hey, groupie, what's this game? Hey, groupie, what's this pain? Teach it to the lost Populated frost Gone like other's moss Tonight Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica, slide guitars Brian, bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian -mastering

FUND THE TRIUMVIRATE Damn pleased to meet me the pleasure is all yours Ain't you glad to see me here I open spiritual doors Nothing's prohibited Do what you feel Nothing's your fault Illusion is real Fund the triumvirate of Chingiss and Caesar and me Give me retrofitted scriptures so they can make sense Charge a fee from me to thee subsequent recompense Shake your ass and clap your hands interactionally Dig deep now, you fucking marks, and give it unto me (chorus) Let us breed and multiply and fill this fucking earth Let us gain control so we can say who can be birthed Let us say what's wrong and right and kill those who oppose Let us make up words like "good" and "evil" just like those Dave - guitars and vocals Brian, bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian- mastering

SNIPER Is he the one? Baby Blue gun Yes he's the one Run Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums

FLOATING I don't belong here You belong here We belong here Don't be long Smooth sailing Cool breeze Breath failing True freeze Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering

HOSPITAL BED Hospital bed I thought I was dead I'm living instead I rose from the dead So let us break bread blue suede shoes now red In my hospital bed I question my life I question my time I question existence I question this rhyme I question the sun I question the son In my hospital bed Scripture number one be a hound dog, son Scripture number two sing and don't be cruel Hospital bed the scriptures I've read He rose from the dead and Elvis ain't dead It's all in my head all in my head In my hospital bed The legions they come they rise with the sun The army's begun a million and one It's not in my head not in my head In my hospital bed Scripture number three love me tenderly Scripture number 4 close my fucking door

WESTWARD In the bed next to me the man looks just like me He said "My name is Angel White, boy, what is yours?" "I'm Baby Blue" I said to him he squinted back at me again And then he stood up walked away and closed the door I'm standing in a mirrored hall I punch and kick at every wall I fall my knuckles bloodied dripping to the ground I look up and see Angel White just disappear into the night There is a term for this if not then just a sound When I'm standing tall I can't help but fall When I'm on my knees I feel truly free When I see Remote Control she would just offer me a bowl And then she mesmerized explicitly at Dawn As she came tome again she fluctuated slightly then She misquoted all of the words I heard before She populated like a breeze that had a different chain link sleeve Of retributions paid and other ones that lost As she split the sun in half She moved against the righteous path And climbed down from the perch that never paid the cost As I stood to see that it wasn't me In that playful past of iconoclasts The old man shuffled past me there his flask was metal facial hair He had a jumpsuit on of rhinestones shining white Never gave me wisdom once I didn't ask for other ones But then I saw it as a lecture from respite Did he really give a shit I didn't think he was legit But then the world's a work and we're all fucking marks The greatest con became the truth Falsified by the unclaimed youth Of everyone it fades away into a spark I'm so goddamned tired I'm so goddamn mired Will it ever end probably not, my friend When a man ain't got no home there's one thing left he's born to roam But then again to run away's too aching sad As a pilgrim from the rest who like to propagate the best Of worst things everywhere there's money to be had So I disappeared to see if when a people can't be free That you can drown your sorrows just from passing through Guess we'll never really know but it's sure fun to try to though And if you don't agree I ain't got time for you All my bullets gone shot through by this song Westward let us roam make the road our home Dave - guitar, vocals, harmonica Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Wil - drums Ian - mastering

OLD MAN BLUES ACOUSTIC Old man blues, understand? Drunk as shit, I'm a man I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall Don't fuck with me, son I'll whup your ass, all y'all Say what's up yo baby what's up Said I try to figure out yo baby what's up I moan the blues I ain't ever died I ain't never laughed I ain't never cried Shook hands with the devil cut my deals with the Lord I'm froze to iron of what you can't afford Said what's up I seen the rules so I done wrote my own I deconstructed the gospel with a black cat bone The thorn covered rail that's the path of the righteous Got the voodoo hoedown just don't wait to invite us You know vengeance ain't passion it's a loser's gold Dawn's eyes shine a light make a slight man bold Where the swamp licks the ocean that's where we meet our fate So if you're running to Jesus your ass better not be late Say what's up

05 ...When we did it in my living room...or dining room.

10 Yeah, that's crazy.

15 Just do the normal two seconds.

20 (sniff grunt)

25 But it's just a different order now.

30 There's the big fluffy kind of fuzzy tone on the Les Paul.

35 Uh, lifting your legs up like this?

40 We played with him.

45 The Festival Of Fertility

50 ...Stuff with the chords and not any riff things.

55 How much is that costing them?

05 So it starts off with Andy's nice little beautiful percussion

10 You know how like they do in musicals?

15 I didn't get that shit.

20 Time heals all wounds and wounds all heals.

25 Now we have traffic.

30 They just had too much going on, man.

35 We're going to have to do something about your cursing, young man.

40 The sunken city off the coast of Cuba.

45 G major is the same solo as E minor.

50 ...and I get out of my car...

55 I can't remember the damn root at all.

60 Got all the weird little things.

65 Is that where he shops?

70 This sounds cool when you slow it down.

THE WAR PART 2: DAWN CITY

FRONT LINE Dig it murder's suicide alright Suck it stubbornness is pride inside Fuck it breathing nitrogen again Shoot it war's a pathogen my friend I feel patricidal won't you come and slow my world? Here now downright tribal won't you come and slow my world I been laid low I been can't go I been fathomed out Where's my peep hole drenched in trench low is the highest bout I'd surrender or pretend or not to kiss the mud Blood and lice and smoke and lice and dying in the crud goddammit Only oceans fear and oceans beach to desert stretch There's a line around the earth to fucking heave and wretch Every single goddamn walker's fighting in this war Men and women all religions not the rich but poor goddammit I am drenched in pouring rain Maybe I have gone insane Only feeling here is pain Everything I do's in vain Right now I just want to die Take a chance and try to fly Depression has doused my soul I have lost all my control Depression cradle me depression soothe me Solve everything violently Kill 'em all and let 'em be Rock and rolling glory be I am drowning in a see of depression Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

HELL ON EARTH There ain't no good or evil here Grace has just up and disappeared Everything's too fucking loud Collectively we're a mushroom cloud The ground beneath me creeks and moans The sky above is filled with drones The singularity is worthless This brutality is just senseless The maelstrom sucks dry every lung It doubles down on flares of sun The war city's a battleship Plastics forged from hearts and hips The rich sit back and place their bets This isn't armageddon yet The selfish wants of greed protrudes The moneymaking then ensues As long as this machine does hum Cannibals, daughters and sons It chews them up and spits them out Humanity ain't got no clout The writers write of fogs of war The fighters fight the scorers score Language warps primordial thought Human life is sold and bought Ain't no good and evil here Ain't no good or evil here Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

ARCTIC WAR I'm in the Arctic War and the Antarctic War The ice is pink and black the sky is brown and grey It's arbitrary, man, who you fight for today It's geographic, man, for that they make you pay For that they make you pay This murder's never stopped since hands picked up a rock It's cities and it's dust it's all downhill from here We blew it when we tried to kick it into gear Philosophy is dead on that we all are clear On that we all are clear FIGHT! The rumblings wake me up with blazing guns and then The sky it opens up and Dawn she blazes fire Through Elvis Presley's face the Czar and Khan retire The mood it lightens up and Dawn douses the fire So Dawn she saved the world Or maybe just my brain Or maybe all of us Or maybe just the pain Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, sound engineering, mixing Sharon Santos - drums Ian Burke - mastering

ATOM BOMB Well I feel alright maybe a bit uptight I'm on a transport boat it's like a new remote Got a floating thumb like a number one Half another one loaded half my gun On a factory ship they stole a rather zip Get me out of there where the air to care Less of everything bring the sing ring thing At the quarter mark played without the stark Leave the war behind in effort sublime Of a human skull filled with less than null Here the yells and coughs Feeding at the trough Like an eagle's wings sing the ring thing bring It to newfound lathes baths and crass crash labs Feed me nitrogen pennies current slim From a battle zone smelling like ozone Peace will set me free if I want to be Sing the joys of life na na na na na na Uplift me uplift me tra la la Does anything really ever happen How 'bout them migrants at the door You got the money for the answer You got the money for the floor When I looked around was Atlantis bound Got PTSD got that shit for free It's a genesis it's a catharsis It's a love ornate let's copulate I got a song for you It's heaving like a clue I got to radiate And build my love from hate I broke the atom bomb KABOOM I felt it I felt it give me room I heard the drums a-beating goddamn I heard the march retreating, man Like the towers fall Dawn City enthralled It's an edifice it's an urban myth She's the Atom Bomb she's the right aplomb Boil and salt to taste then repatriate I got a song for you It's heaving like a clue I got to radiate And build my love from hate Within the City's gates I don't ingratiate Or have a trust in fate Dave - vocals and guitars Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

BIRTHDAY PARTY Welcome to my birthday party but it hasn't started Until you're gone Violence the pot is brimming We're all just swimming in it's song Why can't you see that this ain't no party I wonder if my heart is showing And if you're knowing who I am I wonder because I can feel you But not see through you if I can My questions ain't small War it kills us all I just want to know what's right that's all That's all People they fill me with questions The world is spinning under me Catch it a thought is drifting I'm sitting sifting come float with me Listen to me and join my party So let's get started Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, and mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering

ANOTHER SPOT Right time it's a long time to be waiting But I don't mind Quite fine another time to let go Shrinking 'cause I'm thinking that I'm blinking At reality I got another spot in my soul Seen you in your glory will you sell me For a story You got a b-line to my soul Gift me with your loving or Thrift me from above when I got another spot in my soul Dave - guitars and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering

IT'S ONLY JUST A GAME Midlife crisis in prescription pills but the buffer never came Fallen swords flown free form faster but they all just sound the same It's only just a game Got no witness call our misdeeds Over by the dawn Catch a glimpse of something better Blink and then it's gone Let the meaning of the words Get scrambled by the dregs Give a sense of meaningless An arm and two new legs It's only just a game I went before the tribune and I stammered my defense Got a playful greeting said the sentence recompense Kiss me twice but fool me never where'd she put the key Get them handcuffs melt 'em down and then Just give them back to me It's only just a game It's more than just a game Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering

SHE'S DAWN Here's a story truth be told Of woebegone fortuneless bold And shattered minds on ecstasy Caressing and so endlessly And through the meanings of the pines As underground as concubines A harem made of robot parts Conveyed through trays of structure hearts Grappled over and then some Sucking on my fucking thumb Pleased the barker lies be sought Fissured lives of astronauts And then she said "You're all dismissed." With kisses made from mountain mist She's Dawn she fucking floats in the sky She's Dawn she's always higher than high She's Dawn recycled from a myth She's Dawn a modern sarcophagus As I knelt I felt her scent Fucked her in her covenant Would she bless me with a kiss Or a fateful unnamed bliss Sanctioned by a godless ton As it was it's kind of fun What again was then it ain't Can't remember no complaints Did the anniversary Give a gift of common glee Punctured wounds that bled of silk Fractured by the mother's milk Stranded on a nearby shore Booked tonight forever more chorus Dave - vocals, guitars Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums Ian - mastering

PARANOID I'm a paranoid sucker 'cause I know they're out to get me And my fists with a wish for a laid back twist And surviving turned to thriving turned to starving turned to what In an icon fractured clog bogged down when it's found All around a different town or city dwelling yelling nothing At an existential fog or bog or something else entirely Or a laser or a frog toed sloppy domed slow burn Other sucker looser with a punch a bunch of these here Unrehearsed gems floating down again but then again A friend has other needs feed iambic tantric greed Got a surfing webbed foot soot choked smoke it up Smoke it up suck it down don't cough cough cough Been a jealous zealous fool guy why fry wide eyed Sky up below or throw the other one again or then Did I say she was a friend when or then is when again How's now let it go or else it bows so here we go Man she leans and she dips and she drinks and she strips And she swerves and she curves and she knows and she glows But she hears and she nears and she queers and she lears When she lunges and she plunges and she hinges and she plummets As she cries and she lies and she flies and she sighs If she knows and she grows and she slows and she flows If she was or she must or she's just or she's rust When she flips and she dips and she rips and she sips As she kisses and she misses and she hisses and she disses Then she fucks and she sucks and she trucks and she mucks For she screams and she dreams and she beams and she reams And she straps and she naps and she raps and she straps 'Cause she fights and sh's right and she's might and she's night And she's day and she's here and she's far and she's near When the paranoia took me like a volcano it shook me The tsunami was a birthrite and the actress got the words right If it ever didn't happen then I thought it maybe might If there ever was a doubt it wasn't right My soliloquy is broken like a wrestling gimmick My cantankerous mind failed to lure or to mimic Felt betrayed when she stayed and bereft when she left Felt a cringe become a frown and I put that sucker down If there ever was a modern one it never came to me If there ever was another one to see Back it up now you're good cut it hard tap the brake Slake the thirst you're the worst kiss the night Float above the fray Let it go. Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering

RUST I didn't know that the show would not go back to you I didn't know that the lies that were told would come true I didn't think or even care if it all went down in rust I didn't mind if it did but I guess it wasn't just The consequence was begging For a thing that smelled like true And the operator called up And the financing fell through At least we got it demoed and my wife was sick and everybody cried Got laid off a couple times but kept on writing, man, because that's what you do Every path of atmospheric musings keeps me coming back to you The plot holes got dismembered I lost my mind a bit We put it on the podcast Because we worked out the apocalypse Spare you all the details Just trying to write some songs I'd like to keep on adding It just takes so goddamned long Let it rust Dave Linantud - quitars, vocals, harmonica Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon Santos - drums Ian Burke - mastering

MELTDOWN HEAVY You some punk motherfuckers while you're sitting in your high chairs In your seats that be controlling the world You don't care about the people build your liquor stores and steeples Hold the roughest of the roughest of the pearls The people act as lemmings all distracted and the same is true For all this fucking lying crying blues Distract us from our misery lie to us to keep us busy While you tell us what our thoughts are and our views Manipulated prayed for fellated The dream is a lie and I'm craving a meltdown Lead like a herd mindless retro absurd And the scheme is a pyramid oligarchs abound The rich elite lie to you and they motherfucking use you If you're left well then they make you hate the right And the other way too, punks, it's fucking junk they use the trunks And pack their lies up so they seem like truth and light They keep us all distracted while their riches get impacted By the oligarchal lurching huge machine They twist up information hide the overall stagnation And they make you wonder what it all can mean (chorus) Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon Santos - drums Ian Burke - mastering

THE WAR PART 1: ATLANTIS

THE WAR OVERTURE (inst) Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering

MELTDOWN When the world started turning and it set to up and burning All the freedom of a megalopolis The United States was bleeding and the populace was pleading For a living breathing old sarcophagus Well she took to warring constantly for fossil fuels and Jesus And the lies of often civilated songs Turned the Middle East to glass and turned her back on her repast And said the Bill Of Rights is motherfucking wrong, bitch God bless America god bless America Land of the free and the home of the letdown In the meantime out in Asia got a market euthanasia Got it humming drumming economically Tried collecting all her debts the US wouldn't take the bet And said "fuck off" all rather pedantically For the world that was War Four 'cause III was knocking at the door And the history sputtered sporadically In the chaos that ensued after wars for god and crude The second coming happened despotically God bless the marketplace god bless the marketplace Buy that shit low and then sell off the countdown So it came to be the truth that Chinggis Khan would be the proof That if you want shit done you never wait around He was rising in the as the battle lines were drawn at least The history books would someday write all this shit down So Julius Caesar rose to fight him made an army just to spite him And a war machine that ran on human bones They were clashing every day in every place in every way With the plastics made from tissues of the clones yeah God bless the emperors god bless the emperors Though self ordained still they're willing to get down While the generations died the war was living with a tide Of surplus cannon fodder plucked off of the streets All the fossil fuels are zapped the land is ocean, deserts, crap Yes and the drums of war are shuffle/set/repeat If you're looking for a wasteland well you got it have a taste man What's it taste like fuck you cannot be the judge It's the west against the east it's set, man "shuffle/war/repeat" That's how it will be, is, and always fucking was God bless the atheists, deists, and theists In the land of debris at the edge of the meltdown Dave: guitars and vocals Brian: bass and mixing Sharon: drums Ian: mastering

RIOT! I seen the sunshine only in my dreams 'cause it's never bright I spent a lifetime feeling my way through the darkest night I rode the airways I supped on lightening and drank the sky I been transcended back away, lord, by and by Riot! Riot now it's our last chance Seduce me with your sinful dance Breath my soul and set me free Everything will burn wait and see Where are the women? Where are the mommas, wives, and sisters? Where is my shotgun? Got it at the pawn shop and sawed it off, mister How is this platform? Hand to hand combat in the goddamned streets The cops are in on it They need money to survive just like you and me Riot! Everything will burn as you will see Burn it down! Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

BABY BLUE GUN I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me They took the best of rioters with them was me They fight their endless wars it don't mean shit to me I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me making me They punched me in the face and threw me in a truck We'[re packed in here like cigarettes, man, what the fuck They tell us that the plan is just for us to die They'll feed us to the factory and make their weapons with our flesh and pride And everything inside They asked me for my name I said "I'm Baby Blue I'm everything you hate and fear and cannot do." They kicked my ass again and said it's just for fun A tattoo on my shoulder says "I'm number one Baby Blue Gun" Baby blue gun Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

FUCKIN' JOB I hate my fucking job I hate my fucking job Fight or die First day of basic had us drinking human blood We're the only resource left ain't nothing up here, cuz They killed five the first day 'cause they would not fall in line I say "yes sir no sir" but I'm just biding my time chorus The sergeant tried to rape me so I slit his fucking throat Colonel said "Well goddamn, son, you're the kind of kid I can promote." Got my new stripes branded on the fingers of my fist Last thing that you'll see coming 'cause I never fucking miss chorus There ain't no mirrors here they don't want us to see There ain't no living here they don't want us to be Last night I dreamt that I was falling from the sky When I woke up I did not know that I could still cry and cry and cry chorus Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

THE ROAR OF THE DRUNKEN GODS Seven months in the shit Turns out warring is legit Killed as many as I lost What a cost It's funny how I love my gun It's funny how they never run It's funny that I never sleep Never eat It's funny how they never beg It's funny how they get new legs It's funny how the night is day Fades away The roar of the drunken gods The worst of the lightening rods The drunken gods choose not to sip Let her rip Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

ATLANTIS Got a side business booming Found the guy that makes the fucking drugs I know him as the malevolent colonel The one who coddles all us fucking thugs Got my buddies let me cruise right through the missiles Guess in other words they're called the enemy Give 'em drugs I give 'em cash and other goodies And all the largesse coming back to me get down Gotta keep this transport moving Can't believe my motherfucking eyes A secret entrance through the glass desert And an underworld that's better than surprise Got plants and art and poetry and women And everybody's coming up to me Got to thank the malevolent colonel For everything now that I fucking see get down They tell me that this place is called Atlantis The throbbing people mingle sing and fuck How'd this fucking place be kept a secret Eventually it's got to die to luck The mayor is a fucking sexy lady She keeps it so it's never up and gone I need to meet the woman with the power I hear her name is sunshine lit at Dawn get down Every time I pull into Atlantis Where the scientists make robot hookers purr I get out of the transport and I rare back 'Cause I'm pushing on my horse down through the spurs It's nirvana to the bohos and the artists Singing songs and dancing every single night Only law is that there is no re-religion 'Cause the intellectuals don't feel it's right Get down Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

KARMA WRECKER Well they killed the malevolent colonel I'll never see Atlantis again They shipped me back to the front Back to being just a grunt My karma done got wrecked New tattoo on my neck They keep their eye on me 'Cause I seen what could be I got to get back there I got to get back there Out of this karma wrecker While in Atlantis I found an ancient record It was made of vinyl Dawn she sat me down It was named after an early gun But the music was free and fun She burned a sacred plant She let the record chant The band was clearly free The band was clearly free In the corner laughed a man in white He was glowing like a tracer light He ain't no karma wrecker He said "Hello, son, my name just call me Elvis Dawn she gave my whole life back to me" Then Dawn began to sing More beautiful than anything I could see the notes she sung As if it were from my tongue I could taste her warming breath She made me not fear death She made me feel alright She said "You're a shining light You ain't no Karma Wrecker." In a trance I made it to the front lines Dawn and Elvis met with Caesar and Temujin I think I may have cried My heart grew dead inside The stink of millions dead The polar caps froze red Time to just survive Make it out alive To Atlantis where I believe To Atlantis where I believe There ain't no karma wrecker I don't know Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER Kill the motherfucker Motherfucking other Motherfucking fucker Yeah Soldier motherfucker Motherfucking fucker Looky, motherfucker Wooooo I shot a motherfucker Stabbed a motherfucker Sliced a motherfucker Uh All these motherfuckers This here motherfucker Just a motherfucker Wooo Kill the motherfucker Now Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

MONKEYTIME Blood rules the day Vested to pay In every way Factory made Yeah Monkeytime Wooo Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

ENGULF Engulf Retreat and then attack and then Retreat and then attack I said... Dave - guitar, vocals, percussion Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Sharon - drums Ian - mastering

05 You guys were so tripping.

10 Holy shit!

15 I was very comfortable with doing three albums a year.

20 This is also the first song I did acting instead of a solo at the end.

25 ...Tripping balls animation with regular stuff.

30 I think it's been, like, four years.

35 It's like the Who...STEVE EARLE!

40 Highway home is the orphan.

45 ...Aah, sweet, sweet bass line.

50 I'm happy to have been a part of it, you know?

55 I was trying to be, like, "Ballad Of a Thin Man."

05 I thought we were listening to the thing.

10 This is still just the Elvis narrator.

15 Look how big it is!

20 That's fucking awesome!

25 Look, a hard topped jeep.

30 This was always one of my favorites.

35 I'm in charge.

40 Let me tell you what there's two dumb rednecks in a Ram next to me.

45 This a good one too.

50 Is that ironical?

55 I made omelets this morning.

60 Play it at Chuck E Cheese on the jukebox?

65 Just today.

70 I watch YouTube sometimes with mi iPad at work.