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Brucerfer
03:37
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It’s a four string dream from my childhood
Never cool enough for the neighborhood
Wait a little long, no one understood
I was stuck in the hood
Plinking on the keys of my big old cake
Cutting my teeth for goodness sake
Wade in the water of the fire lake
Do another take
No, Bruce aint Hell
Just show and tell
These golden dreams
Bike riding scenes
Surf rock and screams
He’s my bass machine ...so many dreams
Number nine came to take its’ place
A hardware fix for the broken case
Back the next day, to steal home base
Bass in the place
It’s a four string barrel of a shotgun
With too much advice for everyone
Killing all my ghosts that make me run
Leave love for everyone
Amp stereo, drums, and bass speakers
Shame all the way for you Hi Fi tweakers
Standing on a Crate with my drum set
Looking for some friends who'll make a bet
With over cooked tunes in the garbage can
Trying to save the world when nobody can
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Body And Blood
04:32
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Division God’s mission of our saving race
A salvation station chock full of grace
Divine wine pouring from the stone’s face
Drive a wedge with the sledge so to take the place
The Body Blood Machine leaving little space
Daring hearts seem mean
But do we know the love they really mean?
The Body and Blood Machine
Puts faith up in the place of you and me.
Race killing face on the river bank
The scribes prophesy a think tank
Fear stabled table stealing for the bank
With blood drawn borders of the mandate
Faith’s shaming power our forward flank.
Staring at the Body Blood machine
Thinking that you know what it means
But the body and blood machine
Doesn’t want us to know what it means
Bass beat to death by the country fear.
Sacred cows marching to be rendered dear.
Ravings like ratings like we always do
With the voters clicking levers dumping stock in you
The Market's Holy Order will come save you too.
The Body and Blood Machine
Doesn’t want us to know what it means
Because the Body and Blood Machine
Puts fear up in the place of all our dreams.
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Real To Reel
03:34
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Brown shag, like in your van It can’t be, we make it here
Lay it down, be a man, on the ground, a drum sound
Neil Young, Neve Board, Fleetwood Mac...set the course
Analogue. Practice. Reel to reel. The real deal.
After the Gold Rush fades away
What’s left to say Who’ll play
Who’s left to make a drum sound
Real spins around, on the ground
Sound City Records Reel to Reel
The human feel
The real deal
Real to Reel
Evel Kenievel, Low Rider, Lofgren,
Benatar, Santana, Dio, BTO,
Gottfried, Skeeter, Buckingham, Stevie Nicks,
Greatful Dead, Iovine, Punk Fear, Butch Vig
Nevermind, Rumors, NSA, computers,
Petty thieves, Mr.Grieves, Fading Neve, No make believe
Tape hiss, people, Rock and Roll Steeple
Make a sound, lay it down, spread your word the world round
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Dead Guy Ale
02:54
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There’s a Dead Guy Ale at the top of the hill
Your empty bottle on my window sill
You went freeway ridin’ on your telephone
Then you’s All Hallows Eve’n there and throwin' me bones
There’s a Dead Guy Ale at the top of the hill
I got a disappearing friend, He aint commin' back
He head to head off his own heart attack.
There’s a Dead Guy Ale at the top of the hill
Your empty bottle on my window sill
I got hog tied icicles in my basement shed
Your ten carrot dagger hangin' over my head
Your Sundrop arrow blowin' through my heart
And a table saw stain before we could start
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Allegory Stains
04:56
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Allegory stains all over the page
Psychotic moves all over the stage
Transistor heart beating in the ground
Solar shock fencer making ultra sound.
Razor comes slick for the surgery
Pill popping babes of the century
Latch key meals in the suburbs
Allegory stains melting icebergs
Corporate war whores dumping their drawers on the radio
TV freak preachers with their double speak feed the ego
Cyber zombie kids flipping their lids starring in the show
Buy another round
Dump it on the ground
Raise the prose!
May the thumbs oppose!
Fable making baby from the underground
Screaming for the kick of the bass sound
Fader on the level hears the muse’ trance
Beat it on home in a ghost dance
Roller comes tricked for the surgery
Pill popping babes of the century
Latch key meals in the suburbs
Allegory stains melting icebergs
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Hickery
03:43
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Mob Ray
02:32
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Organ donor with a loaded truck
Around town hound for his lady luck
Surf rock drummer with a heavy load
Rockabilly screams on a dead end road
Scrap iron bands in suburban wood
Kicking out songs like Zahn said we should
Wake Up Drunk playing in the hall
Abalone Yearning and a Barn Yard Brawl
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Sincerity
05:12
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Love sick on a rainbow
Dumb stuck in your window
Fire in islands
Life through my hands
Let go of a jealous game
Forcing fear to get some shame
Take in and let it go
Level myself and know
Tuned in the key we wrote
Breath deep and clear my throat
It might be a travesty
Or a moment of clarity
Sing of the joker too
Spray paint and Elmer’s glue
Victims of circumstance
High cheeks and morbid stance
Take in or be afraid
Remember the things you said
Careful the life you glean
Speak what you really mean
It could be a tragedy
But let’s have sincerity
Moon shots in the morning
Sailors take warning
Acid rain inside my chest
Snow cleanse and winters rest
Ice water inside your veins
Sharp tongue still remains
Kill you with kindness
Warm words to remind us
A tree in the forest
Broke branches and little rest
A devil of detail
Strong wind inside your sail
I’m sending my roots down
So, spread word across the town
Give me your best shot
That’s all we’ve really got
Save me your charity
And your talk of simplicity
I want sincerity
It might be a travesty
Or a moment of clarity
But, let’s have sincerity
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Sittin' By The Fire
05:28
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I’m sittin' by the Fire and I don’t know what to do
The pressure’s on and it’s calling for me and you
The cave is getting cold and the food’s getting down there too
We’re sittin' by the fire and we don’t know what to do
Pick up that stick and start some abstract fight
We pick all our teams for this pre-historic plight
Why we use our thumbs to force your will?
Survival you say. We learn how it is to kill
We worship some crown and conquer the world
We'll say it’s for Christ, then put it in the bank
The flames get higher and the brain abstracts
Until nobody know what to do
He got more fire power than you
So, you tell me, that I owe you
So I’m sitting by the fire and I don’t know what to do
Thinking of a way to make mine bigger too
Found it in the ground that old black and bloody crude
Compressed all my thoughts and drove out to get some food
Now I’m sitting by the fire and I don’t know what to do
Cause I started this fight, now it’s burning my house down too
The river is on fire and the sky isn’t even blue
The lake won’t freeze and I don’t know what to do….do you?
Let’s start another war. We’ll save this holy place
All the money from the battle creates the elitist race.
WE can burn it six times over. Send machines to outer space
We only got this one rock…this warm and dusty place
We vote for some clowns who conquer the world
They say it’s for Christ, then put it in the bank
The flame gets higher and the brain abstracts
Til nobody knows what to do
He’s still got more fire power than you
So, you tell me that I owe you...again
So, I'm sittin' by the Fire and I don't know what to do
Loud mouths can't listen, and they want to sing with you
"They won't know this one. Can you sing 'em somthin' blue?"
What I need to say might depress the shit outta you
The song must end, and in the end, silence lays to blame.
Nobody knows what to do. So, we'll clap for me and for you
It gives us something to do.
I’m sittin' by the fire and I don’t know what to do
The wind is still blowing and the sun is shining too
With more power than we would know with what to do
The whole world is telling us just what we need to do
But we sit here pretending like we don’t know what to do
I’ve said my piece and it’s still up to me and you
So, I’m sitting by the fire and I think I know what to do.
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