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THE ORPHAN PART 2

FORSAKEN (inst)

CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES Gone for good is what I'm getting Death to me's a new direction But I want to make myself just suffer 'Cause shit is all there is Wishing crazy to me through the slumber Slouching closely to restricted thunder Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter So crank it up you fucking whores Let's talk about it The seascape melts into a laughing flower Slathered by gynecologic power Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder And tripping balls just like the savior Crank it up you fucking whores Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

EDGE CITY The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls The seed is spitting it means nothing at all I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets Depression's going to take the edge off of me I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three I'm all fucked up and I don't care Fatal nihilistic glares I want to scream but I don't dare Come on, Edge City, take me there yeah I want to masticate a marginal wound Explosion sun up a material moon Suicide vibes from everyone in the room I'm the only fucking guy in the room I fucked the wellspring of a ghost I spurned the Emperor's pledge to toast I'm flying off the glistening coast The sand is glass while billions roast The spores of death are fleeting ever the just I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to rust The melting visage of the Rebel King's bust The melting mirrors tend to complicate us yeah Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

FEED ME SOME SANE All in my mind everyone's blind Silence is golden in an everyday bind All in my head glad I'm not dead Bitterness bubbles up the words that she said Morals and time physical crime Where is it I can't see it where is the line? All in my brain feed me some sane I'll lick it up and then I'll shoot my own pain Feed me some sane inject my brain The golden nectar of a world without pain Feed me some sane misery reigns A blackness sucks my ankles laughing and slain Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

F&PR Fear and paranoia I adore ya I'd never even try to try and bore ya Keep me entertained I must implore ya Fear and paranoia I abhor ya Fuck me fuck you too I'm shouting orders Senseless rage can't decipher the borders Fucking fucks all fucked up and conjected Is it extinct, dying or protected? Fear and paranoia rule Everything's a cartoon to mine eyes Stripped of falsehood bravery and lies Just enough left over to be despised Like a hurricane without a lie Fear and paranoia rule Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

HIGHWAY HOME (CANON IN C MAJOR) Pachelbel Populated isolation love starvation indignation Stirring to indecision Life is death is right is wrong Is precious now but not for long Changing through the transition If love is hate I can't relate Take and give and give and take No suicide here concentrate Straining for a salvation Nowhere's home I been forsaken Nowhere's hope so desperation Life breath to a redemption Highway home to my maker I'd love to love the human race In an ugly world devoid of grace Humanity if just a trace Enough already repeal replace Sleep where I fall Dreams don't come at all to the wicked Drop the clip I'm full of spite I rest upon this putrid sight Standing up for the first time For revenge or for elation For a love or stimulation Let that sucker go for the last time Highway home to my maker Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

TIDALWAVES RETURN Silent sound means the world to me Falling down all around me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways Violent sound seems to make me be Triumph around gave the rest to me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways Hideaways don't mean shit to me Tidalwaves bring out the best in me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways In the night she stays Tidalwaves Dave - guitars and vocal Brian - bassing, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering

THE ORPHAN Affectation to affection can you find a new direction From obliterated years in a lifetime full of tears Crawling from the wreckage of forgiven sin Oh, sweet addiction, I can't stand rejection Well I tried to choose a wish but I hope it don't come true 'Cause every life's a style, everyone but you Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to Contrivances breed gloom Swooning like a groom with a shotgun in his mouth Who's my momma and my poppa? Why we never met? Even so I ain't dead yet Were you hungry or depressed? Do I have your eyes? Either way your souls are blazing through my skies Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to Affectation to addiction placate fact from friction And a lifetime came and went in solitude Can you hear me? Are you blind? Words jump down around around around around A quietness a whisper I wrote this for you to listen to Every night the light dims more I'm wondering what my life is for I feel like a failure and I wonder why Something inside says I gotta try I'll slide on by Well you could say in my life I ain't accomplished a thing Maybe a little too scared of what the day may bring But come on and try to tell me that this ain't my time You can see it in the sunset every single night I'll slide on by I hoped you'd say when I couldn't find my way That you'd be there for me Glory is gone It never was an option What can I say It ain't free You know I'm scared More fragile than a notion Afraid of love and trust Understand Confusion is reality I'm overwhelmed You and us So fuck you all You turned your back on someone Needing hope and peace Go run and hide Blame it on rebellion That's bullshit, man At least Suit of armor forged in fires of spite Revenge is true violent love Don't give a fuck Existence is a lie From underneath And from above So go on and leave Take your shit and go I don't care That's a lie Leave me be Leave me the fuck alone Sit on down And fucking cry I'll slide on by Dave Linantud: guitars and vocals Brian Lutz: bass, engineering, production Andy Och: drums Ian Burke: mastering Made Hood: cowriting Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios

EPILOGUE The future don't look bright I can't control my fright Something just ain't right What can it be Mine own hands seek the black Run away or attack All Hope is gone it's on my back And my heavy head Oh no "The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset There's something wrong, something missing Something's gone I guess I'm wishing It wasn't but it's still insisting To be oh Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Andy - drums

THE ORPHAN PART 1

TIDALWAVES Silent sound don't mean much to me Silent sound brings out the worst in me I wonder should I lock my door And hide away in my hideaway? Violence found don't mean much to me Violence found beings out the worst in me I wonder should I lock my door And hide away in my hideaway? Hideaways mean a lot to me Tidalwaves bring out the best in me I wonder should I lock my door And hide away in my hideaways? In my hideaway Tidalwaves Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production CJ - drums

BRING THE MALL Bring the mall and crash it to it's knees Grow a dozen spineless wheezing trees Circumstance confronted for a buck Scream and rant and yell "what the fuck" Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down Boil it up frustration with its sauce Arguments excelsior with the boss Trade a name and number and a look Fish a corpse out of the country brook Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down Maybe, man, the world don't make no sense So a song reflects a vision that's all pretense In the meeting of the matter of a trillion minds That together all together go collectively blind In the bedrock formed a condo bath In a motion that gives man's epitaph To a surly motherfucker in construction boots With a fortune in his pocket from laundry chutes So gather 'round the stage to see Employment congregations in a word to be Exploited in a question of monopoly That never gives an answer of what's to be For a moment just a moment in a fashion craze And a trillion motherfuckers living in a daze Of a colony that's bitterest of them all In a sentence of an essence, man, bring the mall Bring the mall Dave - guitar and vocals

APOCALYPSE TOMORROW Exploding erupting orgasmic and more See through the ceiling and punch through the floor Huff like a big bad wolf and kick down that door Blue like horizons on the oceanless shores Come on Blue is the color inevitably The blues is the core and the Earth is the sea Unkind unkempt ungainly Blue is the color the masses see Blue like the glass hewn desert Blue like the drugs of comfort Blue like the song of the used and oppressed Blue like the mood of the sad and depressed Apocalypse Tomorrow Do you have an armageddon I can borrow The waters rise and suffocate The air hangs burning concentrate Do you have an armageddon I can borrow Apocalypse tomorrow Come On! Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Pork - drums

SUICIDE NOTE My lips taste the gun and it tastes just like salvation Cold steel on my tongue and it's dogging my salivation Powder residue and an exit wound will be redemption Hemmingway, Cobain, and Hunter S the congregation I'm throwing in the towel, man, I can no longer fight Too many goddamned hardass days too many sleepless nights Just another suicide will be one in a million It doesn't matter anyway to the rotting vast cotillion chorus I'm writing this all down but no one will ever read it As soon as I'm all done I'm gonna motherfucking burn it That way it's a gift to all like Jimi's burning Strat Or maybe it's a gift to none I guess it could be that I'm sobbing uncontrollably scared shitless of this ending Just one twitch and soon enough there'll be no more pretending I can't stop the flow of life remembering through my soul Goddamn, make it stop, one twitch, oh shit I lost control chorus Click, combustion, bullet in the head Yes it is salvation time Suicide is no joke. If you're feeling like shit call the suicide prevention hotline 1-800-273-8255. Hang in there. Dave Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios

FEVER DREAM Listen up gather 'round there's a new thing to be found All around everything you -n- me Have a care bout the things everyone get up and sing Bout the way you and me can be free I want a super new computer But no one can ever use her And the only one who knows her is me And if somebody tried to get her They couldn't even find her And the only one who knew her would be me Here's a joke or a screed to all the people now in need Find the truth if you want to be free Give a look or a wink don't care what anybody thinks If you blink then you will miss it to be free And if you think of even lying There's no point in even trying Cause then there ain't no meaning you see? And if that ship just sails away Just take the next ship the next day And say "I didn't think that last ship wanted me" Here's a look for the night when every other thing was right And the only thing that matters here is you Find a hope and a dream if you don't know what it means Well the only one who needs to know is you Come on Take a breath or a day play it every other way If you can't get back to zero then it's right On the beach in the sun in the mountains on the run Find the way to the day to fool the night Fever Dream Dave: guitar and vocals Brian: bass, engineering, mixing Ochster: drums and percussion Ian: mastering, mixing

I GOTTA LEAVE The song was wrong all along ain't wrong It's gone just gone away The dream it seems it means to be Free and gone away The song was long the throng is gone Long gone with ease The crowd was loud but now out loud Announce to all I gotta leave Where is the sun to guide us through the dark? Has it begun to even touch the mark? How can it be when ours is just to question why? Where do you go when you never want to die? When the clock becomes the enemy and night time gets so cold Last call for something more than simply growing old How can Iive without that ragged company? It ain't for free Cause I gotta leave yeah yeah yeah I gotta leave 'Cause it ain't for free no no no Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Andy - drums and percussion

WHY Why me why you why try try to Why not why not you Why should I try to Why am I so blue Why can't I see through Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, production, vocals Andy - drums and percussion

THE DRIVER SAYS IT'S OVER, YES "I need to sleep" 's what she said Out loud to none when she bled Emotional projects of despair Wondrously woven through her silk hair Flowing freely like a winter sun That's setting 'fore its work is done It never settles in a sky That's wounded enough to try Conversely the arguments fly Evenly like sandless beaches Grasping at a butterfly that's Floating just outside of reachless Hands that grasp at everything To be or was or so it seems To blast off into evening streams Of sunlight shadow dusty seams Of reason Of treason Of poison Beholden Of superstitious portions of a Brew that's boiling patiently The driver says it's over, yes It's over Transparent transparency Trans piracy Piracy unbroken dreams Cascading falls of brawling emotions Pirated away Spirited away A way difference scorned Crisis crises Spices sailed from foreign lands landing Unhanded Mishandled 'Til the nothingness surrounds astounding Fractured like a broken heart Punctured but still beating Still beating Over and over Yes it's over and over "I need to sleep" 's what she said The moon lurked softly by and by Around the mourning of a sparrow Whistling Neil Young's "Broken Arrow" Harvesting a crop of memories That motion t'wards the center Of a universe that hangs a sign The sign reads "do not enter" The driver says it's over, yes It's over Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Andy - drums

I WAS BORN I was born in the night Sacrificed to the roving blight I'd welcome death if she'd only suck my breath My only pedigree Is this faceless madding sea Bodies surround me but not one can see me Isolation here for no one and not me My only lifelong quest is to have a painless death I only want to see Where do you run to when you ain't got no home Safely chewed off society's bone A young priest took me in She was bathed in earthly sin I have a pistol but I can't I can't read She gave me love unconditionally She kicked me in the teeth Turned my gun on me I only want to see Why she loves me *coproduced by Ian Burke Dave - guitars and singing Brian - bass, production and engineering CJ - drums Ian - production, mixing, mastering

RUN THE FUCK AWAY You're a memory Far as I can see Priestly evil deeds to me Free as lusting chance Bathed in decadance Got it in my pants My pants I'm leaving here today Leaving anyway Gonna live today Today Run the fuck away Got an itch for a more evil dare I'm gone like a song in the air I'm gone like a song in the air I spent my young life running away The more I ran the more I stayed Motion is home to the restless And mad I'm gonna muse my dream Lead me where it leads Lead the voiceless away Leave me the fuck alone Leave me just the motherfuck alone Leave me the fuck alone Alone Pleased to be remembering me well Dave - vocals and guitar Brian - bass, engineering, mixing CJ - drums Ian - mastering

FUCK THE HERD Break your back break your face Fall asleep miss the race Scared to be anything Scaredy scared of everything Go People suck people lie Just complain all the time Whine all day fall in line Just fit in it's lemming time So fuck the herd Fuck 'em Cattle sheep chew your cud Stupid and dumb as mud You don't care if it's true Or a lie so fuck you And fuck the herd Fuck 'em Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering

ALL FALL DOWN They tell you to walk before you run But me I want to fly Shake off that misanthropy And try and touch the sky A sky that's cold as winter icicles in May A rage that never really goes away Spend all your spare time looking back 'Cause memories never fade Everything I've seen just seems To be a grand charade Of faceless voices claiming to be the status quo But never let them show you where to go They tell you to think before you leap Lives they just fall down All these wasted people They just burrow in the ground That's hard as screaming arctic glaciers late in June Just another word for a cocoon And so I sit back and think a while Wondering what it's for This grand scheme that builds some dreams And thrashes others on the floor That's crowded by a billion entities and some Who never even heard the starting gun Dave - guitar and vocal Brian- bass, mix, engineer C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT Life is useless so is love Blood is nothing done is done Take me backwards over there Once a lifetime never fair NO Will it ever end I wish it could Where's they sting like it should Life done broke me all fucked up Nothing's happening nothing's up Didn't ask to be here so Let's drop the curtain it's time to go see it said See where you're at How do you like that If I were Shakespeare I'd write a song Of romantic longings and soliloquies sung Death and carnage would not despair The choices made would cloud the air But I ain't Shakespeare I ain't a man I've taken it all I've bitten the hand I've stared at the abstract claiming it's truth I punctured the priest in the confessional booth Didn't care more yesterday How can it seem to be that way when you're dead So where you at How do you like that Dave - guitar and vocals Brian- bass and production Wil - drums

HOMELESS I will work for food Often misconstrued Please don't think me rude Baseless, strained or crude Inside out they come I'm the chosen one Sleep with Jesus' son Be the lonely one I will do anything I'm the homeless one Terrorized for fun I'm the chosen one Lest we come undone I will do anything Let me have some food Please give me some food Can I have some food May I have some food Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering

05 They're all mixed up together.

10 "In the Butt" off of DREAD PIRATE.

15 As someone who understands the benefits of psychedelic drugs...

20 ...And I had a direct signal.

25 The boogie woogie.

30 Deep philosophical grilled cheese.

35 This is so radio friendly.

40 Always trying to be optimistic.

45 Here's the reveal of him...as a child.

50 There's Monster Rob on this one too.

55 (listening to the riff)

05 Quick check my anus!

10 ...And then they kind of go into play.

15 "To Be a Badass" was on the stuff before me.

20 My dumb new phone doesn't have one of them headphone prts.

25 He's an independent contractor who kills people for the government.

30 I hear he's Jewish.

35 We can do temporary stuff.

40 Ah whatever.

45 ...In a big huge sprawling urban shitscape.

50 It's like "Purple Rain."

55 I don't know why I think of that specifically.

60 ...And then this is different.

THE LOVERS PART TWO

DESPERATION WALTZ Try us. If you got a reason I don't ant to hear it. Buy us. You can't afford to just even get near it. Slide show. Pictures of nothing and nothing plus hearsay. Pride low. Come up for air and then watch it turn our way. Closed up. In both physical and emotional ways. Nose up. A false display of hope why it's still a display. Comfort. Meted out just like a pill from a doctor. Sore sport. It's you and it's me and it's us and it's them. Waltzing to me, desperation. Waltzing to me then away. Creep show. Just like a sign on a motionless freeway. Held low. Again and again while a sign flashes "no way." Outside. And inside and outside and inside again. False pride. Hell it's as good as the real thing and then some. Waltzing to me, desperation. Waltzing to me then away. Waltzing to me desperation. Waltzing to me. Stop. Come here. But then again just go turn back around. Fun here. Or there or wherever it's good to be found. Control. Buy it or sell it or let it just sit. Hello. And goodbye at the same time the same time the same time. Waltzing... Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Recorded at Possum Studios spring 2016

DISASTER TIME Dawn comes from the outside she's got no insider's touch Society's fringe, she's raring to binge, on drink and drugs and lust She lives life by the moment, she falls in and out of love She's randommer still, insane, if you will, no below or above Angel White's kind of silly he's deserted in an urban maze He sees stars in the sun, depressingly fun, imploding guns ablaze He lives life for the dying he's got no insider's touch Society's fringe, a bombastic cringe, existence is never clutch It's just disaster time The sky melts patiently The hovering evil lurks for you and me It's a catastrophic world Where we don't amount to much We're sacrificial lambs for such and such The last time I saw Elvis that sumbitch grew a beard He gave up the pills, he got into stills, it really ain't that weird He's stalking Dawn and Angel he put 'em in a book Society's fringe a bloody syringe as if love is all it took I done seen all three dancing I seen it clear as day Nightmarish hued, horror imbued, beautiful in its way Obsessed with this fucking opera I'm walking through its streets Society's fringe, gut-bucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Produced at Possum Studios

IF I DIE TONIGHT If I die tonight I would be alright Because I don't want to live If I had a chance with my decadence Well then my life is all I could give I would sacrifice for the other life That somehow might not end If I had to guess I would ask this mess Would never come again If I have to fall I implore you all Not to follow what I done If I had a choice with my lonely voice I would pull the trigger of this gun If I die tonight I would be alright Because I don't want to live If I had a chance with my decadence Well then my life is all I could give If I die tonight I'm gonna live Live on and on and on Dave Linantud: guitar and vocals T. Chris Johnson: violin Produced by Brian Lutz Engineered by Greg Humphries

OLD MAN BLUES 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 Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals Brian Lutz - bass CJ Johnson - drums Possum Studios

LOVE SONG There's a feeling yes a feeling I got for you call it true love In the morning in the evening Open on up call it true love Ain't no sunshine ain't no dark clouds When you're with me it's all back ground Fading sunshine It's about time We're together here forever Life means nothing if I can't have you 'Cause I love you Dave Linantud - vocals and guitar Brian Lutz - bass CJ Johnson - drums Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios Mastered by Ian Burke at Invisible Studios

WATCHING IT ON TV Rain all the time 'cause her lover's gone Rage in the sunshine never to belong Crack in the windshield of a wasted throng Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV She breaks the skin and the needle's free No sleep tonight and it's almost three Never again try to not agree Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV All night long She buys a new pack of cigarettes She sits around and tries to forget She waits for something that's not regret Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV Rage in her eyes but she's nodding out Slumped by the wall in her mind she shouts "Why is it everything's wrong about" Watching it on TV But there ain't no TV screen He's here and he's feeling mean The city will hide the screams Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing CJ Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering

SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU You spent all your time on Who you climbed the walls for Spent all of your money too She feels like an outcast This true love did not last She is getting tired of you Spend the days growing colder Yeah She's already gone She's afraid of you Ignore all of her bruises Concentrate on bad things Hit her when you're feeling bad She wouldn't bear your children Miscarried your first born son First one that you ever had Spend the days in icy silence Yeah She moves out She's afraid of you And the days go on She came back one day and You felt like a real man You hit her just a bit too hard You made up a gravestone Laid her out on flagstone Buried her in your back yard Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals Ryan Bowen: Drums Greg Humphries: bass Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

DAWN'S EULOGY You wanted something more than just somebody at the door What you got was something less you're thinking "what in heaven for" Ain't never got no flowers just take it one day at a time Places lose their meaning and life becomes a rhyme I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one Wake up your pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor If kindness is a virtue you're thinking, "baby, what in heaven for": Looking for your dad in all those guys who turned out bad Broken expectations are all that you have had A failure brings a heartache that a pill can't ever cure Searching and feeling empty you're thinking "baby, what in heaven for What in heaven for" After all that time avoiding pessimism laughs out loud The faces they look different ain't no solace in a crowd Old friendships fly away like a bird does in the fall Submerged in isolation you're feeling two foot small I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one Wake up the pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor If kindness is a virtue you're thinking "what in heaven for What in heaven for" On the day that Dawn was killed nobody even knew 'Cause there's a million deaths in the city minus one or two The murder of a whore is as tragic as can be She meant more than that to you She meant more than that to me What in heaven for You can live your life in sorrow But what in heaven for? Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing CJ - drums Ian - mastering

BABY BLUE There he stood on the doorstep for a time Wanna work for a nickel for a dime Mommy who Daddy who he don't know Better now, he ain't beat, where's he go? He's gonna roam the street Then he steal a piece of meat This is no place for a kid He's the crime that others did He doesn't know what to do No orphanages coming true Streets that are splattered with his blood Streets where we walk in the sun There he sleeps by the trashcan for a night Abandoned child, just a child, it ain't right Mommy who, Daddy who, he don't care Middle March, nose it runs feet are bar Dave: vocals and guitar Brian - bass, engineering,production CJ - drums Ian - mastering Colleen - upstairs reading

TORN DRESS BLUES There's a torn dress in the corner I don't know where it's from I got bloody knuckles and I got a broken thumb There's a shovel by the door I don't know why it's there I got dirty fingernails and blood all in my hair I thought it was er tat I buried but I seen her walking down the street If it wasn't her that I buries I guess it must have been me The Blues is half of the essential handbook for any serious musician in the United States of America. By "the blues" what folk scholars actually mean is "music created by Africans in America." The other half is the folk music the Europeans conjured when confronted by this vast land trying to hold onto their roots. Neither is more important than the other. There's no guilt for being more in one camp than the other. In a land where certain freedoms are guaranteed in writing if not practice the only music jettisoned by the masses is that of the high born and educated, which is a goddamn fucking dirty shame. It's encapsulated by the banjo, an African instrument beloved by the ones whose necks are sunburned. As Johnny Cash would say, "meditate on it." The indigenous music got fucking trampled. Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals Ryan Bowen: Drums Greg Humphries: bass Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

THE LOVERS PART 1

ELVIS IS GOD The second coming played a rhapsody Rubbery legged both white and black Kept the preaching to a minimum Blood and sweat poured down his sunburned neck His eyes shut tight and his soul was pure Jet black hair and karate pose Sang a song about a mystery Reverberated 'round the globe Side-burn Jesus was pumping gasoline Curled his lip and shook his ass Drove his truck up to the Temple The vendors said they'd take a pass Said "Get your sorry self on back to Memphis Don't want to hear no blues by whites" The sneering scarred out face of slavery Flew across the sky at night They cleaned him up and took his picture But the colonel betrayed his very soul Treated the King like a whored out marionette But you can't kill Rock and Roll The last temptation in the Holy Land Desert sand and neon lights People come from near and sunder See him sing three shows a night They say he's dead but thy're not right

Elvis Is God

Dave Linantud: Vocals, guitars, bass Ryan Bowen: drums Brian Lutz: engineering Drew Mazurek: mixing

THE GLOW

As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?" With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost A line made of footprints they melted the snow That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again He said "To everyone who hurts, give from your own pain." He was slain By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost A line made of footprints they melted the snow That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy No government can crush our musical toy No war can kill melodies hovering free Let the magic of music release you and me

Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals Ryan Bowen: Drums T. Chris Johnson: Fiddle Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

ADAM & EVE

Angel White's a killer works for the state Life's so funky, Angel White's is great 'Cause my homeboy pulls the switch ozone in the air Picks his paycheck off the floor right nect to the electric chair The morals of a scoundrel and the science of a bill He'd push his only brother from a high up window sill His duty is to Jesus to murder the ones that kill He's sanctioned by the government and probably always will Dawn is young and free in many different ways She wants to give the love she never got in younger days She ran down to the city fell right through the floor Lost her light to smack and went from lustrous to a whore So what a little money never hurt that's all it took Shadowed by the executionarium she shook He met a little lady why a flowing like a brook They fell in love like lovers do and put it in a book Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve 23rd century lovers Adam & Eve Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve The sun comes up almost every day Nothing lasts forever as the old man wants to say Hum that woeful weddig dirge so he can say his piece Cross that bridge to the abyss and sit down for the feast In the corner look it, someone turns to moves and stops to see A picture of a frozen smile that's fractured by the glee He looks back to his drink and thinks I'm glad that isn't me The old man sucks his whiskey down collapses by a tree Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve 23rd century lovers Adam & Eve Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve

Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals Ryan Bowen: Drums Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

MY OWN ELECTRIC CHAIR

I'm the man who pulls the switch For the killing son of a bitch He murdered now he'll die He might kill again or lie I'm alright bit uptight execute Monday night Tuesday night watch a fight execute I'm alright I've heard of atom bombs And I've heard of protest songs But when a man will kill and rob I've got to do my job First we shave his head get rid of all that hair Then we strap him down to the electric chair Alright I'm the man who pulls the switch profit from a nervous twitch When all is done and through should I kill me too First we shave his head get rid of all that hair Then we strap him down to the electric chair So first I'll shave my head get rid of all my hair And get what I deserve in my own electric chair In my own electric chair Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals Ryan Bowen: Drums Greg Humphries: bass Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

HE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

He's frightened she's coming his way He's speeding he don't know what to say Last night he planned today Right now he don't know what to say How many times can a man shrink in life How many times can he fail to meet his wife How many times can he turn his back on love She ain't happy no help from above He turned and watched him walk away He stuttered he don't know what to say She sighed cigarette ash float away She cried he don't know what to say Yeah yeah yeah He sat his brain melted away He watches she don't know what to say She sleeps her time come today He wakes he don't know what to say Yeah yeah yeah

Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals Ryan Bowen: Drums Greg Humphries: bass Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

DREAMGIRL

Hold this a second for me please while I scrape the blood off of my knees Yeah please excuse me if I sneeze I just came in from overseas I been thinking about you every day been writing down every word you say I keep your fingernails under my bed I keep a picture of your face inside my head I ain't seen you in a while but I remember the way you smile I like the way that you paint your eyes but most of all I like your style I like your fashion sense and your taste in clothes And the powder falling out your nose And them earrings you gave me last July And the tattoo of Catwoman on your thigh Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man You remind me of damage in your hair you remind me of the damned in what you wear You remind me of your momma in your breasts You remind me of drugs when you sit at your desk I love the way you shaved your head I love the way you make my bed I love the way you crashed my car I love the way you melt candy bars Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man I remember when you bought your farm and how you took me by the arm And then you smashed that fire alarm you showed me you did possess some charm But they wouldn't let us share a prison cell I chalked the days and said oh well When we were free we played mandolins And reminded ourselves of original sin You are my dreamgirl yeah it's true Sometimes I wish that I was you I know you wish that you were me I just came in from over seas Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man

Dave Linantud: Vocals and guitar Rob Hornung: Saxaphone Ryan Bowen: Drums Brian Lutz: bass Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

THERE'S DEATH IN HER HEART

She's a woman, man, she used to be a beauty Hard living's made it hard for her to see She build up a wall that crashed like thunder She felt sadness far as her eyes could see Freedom's a lie and so is independence She's spent her life being controlled She didn't even know that til this instant Yeah but she won't giveup any of her sould She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus "I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you" There's death in her heart When the morning sun comes up on her companion She feels a hate that she cannot explain "A romantic whore" she thinks and drops a dozen She don't know that Baby Blue's checked in She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus "I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you" There's breath in her heart Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals, bass Rob Hornung: Saxaphone Ryan Bowen: Drums Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

SHADOWS

Long stemmed rose in a vase that knows Of a mournful and regrettful melody In a city by the shore in what used to be Baltimore There was a boy no laughter flying free Now that boy is a man long stemmed rose in his hand To his beloved he gets down on his knee She then just laughs a little but worse than that He cracked her and watched her flying free I saw them walking outside again "I'll never love you" is what she said to him I saw them walking in from the clouds The shadows in the windows growing dim I saw them walking outside again "I'll never love you" is what she said to him I saw them walking in through the clouds The shadows in the windows growing dim

Dave Linantud: Guitars and vocals Brian Lutz: Bass Ryan Bowen: Drums Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

GREETING CARD

Walking in the dark Waiting for the sync to kick the new Blowing on a spark Banners reading "loss" when lies turn true A thunderstorm will rage in the dark but I'll still scream for the sun A million hopes lie shattered in the dusk build them back one by one Reaching out my hand Stumble blindly fall and taste the ground Crack an awkward joke Smiling at the bummers all around A greeting card that's stuck to the floor From dreams that spill from a whiskey glass The sunrise blanked by the clouds of the storm Sitting by and I watch the world spin past It won't last Watch the goings on I just don't feel part of this at all Turned away and gone Save me from the summer of the fall A greeting card that's stuck to the floor From dreams that spill from a vodka glass The sunrise blanked by a castle n the shore Sitting by and I watch the world spin past It won't last

Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals, bass Ryan Bowen: Drums Produced by Brian Lutz Mixed by Drew Mazurek Engineered by Greg Humphries

TO BE A BADASS

My lifelong quest is to be a badass But it's made a mess of my whole damn life Oh to be to be a badass Or to be a chump That is life I've been around I've seen the worst That folk can do And do to you Such a shame Here in this rat's nest That is this life That is this life It's time to go To get to gettin' It's a bit more fun When you just don't care Everything conspires with nothing All the time everywhere I can't recall the sound of laughter If when it's free for all to hear I can't recall I just can't remember So I have to ask you What's it like to fear And when it's done and when it's over Then I will laugh and I will cry Because then I won't have to wonder Or ask the question What's it like to die? My lifelong quest is to be a badass But It's made a mess of my goddamned life Oh to be to be a badass Or to be a chump That is life Don't be a chump Take my advice

Dave Linantud: Guitars and vocals Brendan Tobin: Bass Ryan Bowen: Drums Produced by Brendan Tobin Mixed by Brendan Tobin Engineered by Brendan Tobin

05 Do you have his phone number?

10 We've added a band called...um... .

15 John Dennis!

20 I didn't know.

25 People just...out and about.

30 Natalie Portman's awesome, yes.

35 It's kind of like a Tylenol but different.

40 Well of course, of course.

45 Nah let's just do the medley proper.

50 Some people don't realize.

55 Wait a minute, so John Entwhistle's dead.

60 This is such a great beat.

65 All through out most of the 90s the answer was always Rubber Soul.

70 A lucas Limited Production.

75 ...like the one I worked up in my basement.

05 They gave out awards for different categories.

10 Whatever they get in.

15 See it starts at 7.

20 Aaaaaaaaaaaah right!

25 Originally I kind of had that in mind.

30 Then we got Cancelled Stamps.

35 We're always trying to give...give back.

40 How did it jump from being just Stevie?

45 Dave's cutting off four families of children.

50 You, uuuuuh, have to get permission.

55 All cover bands.

60 The word "perfectionist" is the complete opposite of rock and roll.

65 I asked him a lot of questions about the beginning.

70 I think so.

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

No man can catch her eyes She don't think much of guys With their macho bullshit talking trash To her it just ain't funny, man She's made her way to Beta 9 She heard New Earth's a damn good time She's seen it Yet she's coming back again ----- Them love machines are fine for some When you're all filled up with Martian rum With their whizzing gears sometimes Why they seem just like a person But they don't talk and they don't laugh Unless the program tells them to It really ain't spontaneous But most the folk just don't care ----- No man can catch her eye Nor r-600s with custum thighs But loves where you can get it Take that plunge and don't regret it Her eye is roving still Forever, man, it will Every day's an oppurtunity That's all she wants to see She leaves New Earth alone Might as well go back home At least her home is home Home is home