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Boy Scout
04:04
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Boy Scout
Watch out Boy Scout
He was a church going god fearing disciple of the American Dream
Till he woke up one morning and realized he was a queen
Watch out Boy Scout
Do you believe in a black god Do you believe in a white god
Do you believe in a queer god Do you believe in the right god?
Imagine his surprise when he looked in his best friend's eyes
Don't be a tool question their rules everything is out of your control
Watch out Boy Scout
Do you believe in a black god Do you believe in a white god
Do you believe in a queer god Do you believe in the right god?
Always got up on the right side of bed always kept a little prayer in his head
But now they have told him don't think and don't tell saved him a place in boy scout hell
Watch out Boy Scout
Do you believe in a black god Do you believe in a white god
Do you believe in a queer god Do you believe in the right god?
Watch out Boy Scout
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Jade Buddha
04:30
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Jade Buddha
Jade Buddha fat saint stone ghoul cancer statue
Leper idol cannibal lotus black zen widow money colored
Maggot mother monkey fucker fungus flower carcass lover
For you brother shoot brother
For you sharp knife grows duller
For you gentle killer
For you greed drives a man insane
Jade Buddha Graven image of blood drenched nirvana
Jade Buddha coffin kitchen worm breeder grave robber
Heart eater child beater soul raper arson savior
Shiva in labor mushroom crater urine bather pope and priest and king of our enslavers
For you a child ages
For you we all miscarry
For you paranoia greed drives a man insane
Jade Buddha karma slasher may the beast be your master
Virgin birth to disaster wife thiever bedroom creeper
Backdoor cheating sneaker feast of fear and corruption
Grief and tears sad eruption well of sorrow with no bottom
Green apple brown and rotten
For you a child ages
For you we all miscarry
For you paranoia greed drives a man insane
Guitars by Adam Roessler
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2B^-2B
05:15
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2B^-2B
Hope fled like a bird out an open window, free at last to soar and glide
Last I saw he was a mile high not looking back or to either side
Got robbed at gunpoint by an angel, I was relieved of purse and pride
(Nothing lost that I hadn't learned to use to dim my eyes and cloud my mind)
Maybe hope's like a whore that keeps a failed arrangement barely breathing,
Giving what is missing but still needed
A kind of twisted love
A kind of broken faith
A kind of tortured limbo that is ugly but still living
Still worth trying to save.
And I am not strong and I am not right
And being wrong sucks the light out of my sun and my life
And all I've done is shown in sharp relief as incomplete and compromised
Maybe hope's like a vulture perched on a corpse
Feeding on the end of something
Striking a bargain with the dead
A kind of broken faith
A kind of tortured limbo that is ugly but still living
Still worth trying to save.
Maybe hope's like a train bearing sad tidings from a battle
Lost all of these years except in dreams
A kind of sweet relief
A kind of closing doors
A kind of painful freedom for and from a ghost that's haunting
And now can finally leave
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Job's Robe
05:02
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Job's Robe
Hey, what the hell did I ever do to you God to make you hate me?
To bring your thunder down on me?
Wasn't I always your little choirboy? Your little angel?
Now you're making an example of me.
I didn't paint you a bearded old white man or claim to know your plans or your will.
What did I do wrong?
I'm still trying to be perfect; trying to be amazing; trying to be your man
Trying not to go crazy.
Won't you share some of that grace, some of that mercy, some of that hallelujah, some of that light with me?
Tell me Help me Hold me Show me Lead me Teach me Heal me Free me
Choose me Use me See me Be me Take me Shake me Burn me Break me
Steer me Hear me and be near me Lift me Kiss me and be with me
(make me laugh make me cry make me great let me die
let me fly let me go let me run let me love let the sun shine on me
let the river wash me clean...what'd I ever do to you?)
Guitars by Sarahtonin
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5 Years
03:58
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5 Years
Words and music by David Bowie
Pushing thru the market square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over,
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got
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Taliban Girl
05:35
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Taliban Girl
Taliban Girl Taliban Girl
The flesh is elastic, it stretches and bends
It goes where it has to
But oh what might have been
A square circle of wooden iron
It's a man's world, Taliban Girl
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America
03:37
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America
One world One law One mind One eye
Freedom and Police
In America
Radio and TV, Reality
We're all free, We're all so free
Family. community
Evil and Free
In America
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Nobody Knows
03:48
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Nobody Knows
Thank god there's experts on the radio to tell us who to hate
Thank god there's always someone else to pull the trigger for us when we hesitate
Thank god there's someone who knows what the hell is going on
Thank god there's people on the TV making sense of violence and life
Thank god for great men in the halls of power in our darkest hour fighting for what's right
Thank god there's someone who knows what the hell is going on
And I'm no expert but I am a man familiar with hell
I have no answers but I will try to ask some questions that will help
Because it seems like nobody knows what the hell is going on
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Porcelain Throne (A Tribute to the King)
Here I sit on a common man's throne beautiful no longer
Brought down by a fiend's desire and an imbecile's hunger
Here at last once and for all alone without doubt a goner
Me and the Colonel had a war and the outcome was a slaughter
Kinda funny to see an obese king reduced to flesh and bones and angel's wings
I guess I really should have known the emperor's wearing no clothes
Said the King of Rock and Roll on his Throne
The King of Rock and Roll
How the mighty have fallen how the great have been brought low
All those gold Cadillacs are stalling all the women are saying no
Naked and dead on my porcelain throne I'm only fat and pathetic and old
Stripped of all I had and was I'm worth less now than all I owned
May my humble contribution corruption to be shown
And death decay and destruction forever to be known though none may heed the message...
Said the King of Rock and Roll on his Throne
The King of Rock and Roll
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As We Become More Timid
04:12
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As We Become More Timid
Turning our backs on a past that's so far away
Back in the day we fell in waves climbing up out of our graves
Such are heroes made.
We're teaching the kids it's dangerous to play
Best to be safe; safest to obey
Turning out backs we take no chance
Turning our eyes to a truth we know is a lie
That somehow we can cheat and never have to die
How can I say to that one mother who lost one and can only mourn and pray?
He fell for the right to make mistakes
But she'd be okay if the war was for some lower stakes
Like for something we call freedom that no one ever sees anyway
Let's hide our heads in the sand
God bless the day when Billy the Kid, Jessie James, Bonnie and Clyde
And all of their kind are safely locked away
May we lose the key and never come to find
That without our wolves we might as well be sheep
So teach all the kids to follow the well marked way
It's best to be safe, safest to obey
And when the sheep have won the wolves must hide and run
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Placid
04:46
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Placid
Placid like a cow like a sow in slop
Like a man on top or a lady at shop
Tranquil as a lamb happy as a clam
Vapid and how not very rapid then or now
Calm take it as it comes take it nice and numb be the tranquil one
Slow let the troubles go let your life just flow
Let the time just hum
Flaccid half asleep gotta keep your pace
Bovine don't have the speed don't have the need to race
There is too much haste and too much waste and too much blazing up of minds
Going against the grain is such a pain just leaves you upset and sublime
Sedated too high to make a choice so I waited till I wasted my time
Oh what the hell everything is fine....
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SELF HELPLESS
Madness set in June 9th, 1997
As foretold by every ex-junkie prophet that I know
And not one missed a chance to say they told me so
But the future is easy to read and the past, well, just watch it bleed
But today remains a mystery
All the local fools call me up down on their luck
And the geniuses down at the Alano club
Want to help me and tell me what to do
But I'd rather be dead than be like you
You say your life went out of control; well I gave up trying so long ago
And I think you're just looking for one more stone to throw, but...
Everybody's gotta make their own mistakes
They say these problems are all in my head
The inevitable results of a life misled
And everybody knows what I should have done instead
But they never seem to have the nad to lie down in my bed
So the losers sock in for another round
And somewhere God's letting someone else down
Let's drink one to another fool who put his faith in someone like you
Everybody's gotta make their own mistakes
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13. |
Reaching
08:47
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Reaching
There's a chance there's no meaning
There's a chance that there's no reason for anything
So one empty evening in lieu of real feeling loneliness comes creeping
You find yourself needing someone
Alone with my beautiful friend she is singing
But everyone else has run off to bed
Needing we start reaching, reaching we start touching,
Touching we start finding each other
Find me, Reach me
I've been living on the horizon starving for something
Something no church can provide
Crying and screaming and always so needing
The one thing that no one need ever be denied
For living asks for giving, receiving, believing
Even trusting even forgetting all our reasons for hurting
For burning for learning for turning to needing
And then we start reaching and then we're touching
And then we're finding each other
Hear my confession I'm lost in this mess again
I know my salvation begins in the hands of a few blessed friends
I'm reaching, needing, touching feelings, holding, finding each other
Reach me don't leave me teach me to breath again
Find me a new way of being like I've never been
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Paul Roessler Los Angeles, California
Paul Roessler is a musician, composer and producer who lives in Los Angeles
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