1. |
Blind Eye
04:25
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Stare straight in to the face of a dog
and you gon' get lost, you gon' get lost
Stare straight at your enemy what do you see?
I can only see myself winking at me
I can only see myself winking at me.
Don't you close your eyes big baby
You can't count on them dark horizons
And though the blind leave the blind maybe.
I can lead you with some precision.
Cause I got 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 vision.
Stare straight in to a rock or a tree
and you gon' see everything you were ever meant to see
City living's been hindering your peripherals
So you drop some magic in wine
and you think you've seen everything that's ever been diving
but that drug bingin's been hindering your peripherals.
Don't you close your eyes big baby
You can't count on them dark horizons
And though the blind leave the blind maybe.
I can lead you with some precision.
Cause I got 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 vision.
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Fat Baby
04:14
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Watch me skip a doo dee
Running my mouth like a little baby
Better look twice, you might catch what i miss,
Cause the time goes, rolling slowly,
If time were a number man I swear it'd be holy
like and 8 or a 9
the way it zeroes out my soul
But I ain't no spring chicken, ain't no summer fool,
Ain't no convict baby, just don't love your rules,
Like when you tell me, that's the way it outta go.
Well I'm suffocating to the speculation
That we could be a little bit more
Than a hopeless nation, masturbating to our mother mary whore
And she's so criticized by your wandering eyes
Have you ever even seen her lord?
He's asphyxiated, contemplating
how to save you from your boredom.
Well you fall in love, just to see where you land
Well you fall in love, just to see where you land
If I fall in love, Shoot me where I stand.
Watch me, hopelessly free
Drunker than a skunk man I'm going crazy,
This chemical warfare characterized my mind.
And I can roll up something that a doctor prescribed,
Its green is stronger than my envy for your eyes
and the way they stare, so blankly across the horizons.
Well I'm suffocating to the speculation
That we could be a little bit more
Than a hopeless nation, masturbating to our mother mary whore
And she's so criticized by your wandering eyes
Have you ever even seen her lord?
He's asphyxiated, contemplating
how to save you from your boredom.
Well you fall in love, just to see where you land
Well you fall in love, just to see where you land
If I fall in love, Shoot me where I stand.
Shoot me where I stand baby I don't give a damn
Shoot me where I stand baby I don't give a damn
Shoot me where I stand baby I don't give a damn
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Henry Darger
04:13
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Stranger, Darling, Won't you tell me?
What you found in my home.
What you found in my home.
Does it sparkle?Is it pretty?
Does it make you want to make love? Or just resent me?
Do you take kindly? Or are you angry?
Won't you tell me, What you found in my home.
What you found in my home, what you found in my home.
Well these things are my things they work like marionette strings,
They move me.
And when I'm inspired, to gather all my might,
They stay true to me.
And it's an awful shame, you know me by name,
Because if not, you would see.
Without our eye to eye, the true beauty of our lives,
I've hidden in these things.
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4. |
Sad Life
04:03
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I live a sad sad life,
Ain't no one to pay my bail.
No lonely angel to save my soul,
and the devil won't let me in hell.
Well I've loved twenty men in counting,
I've loved thirty two women to the day,
Each one at the start, I gave my fragile heart.
And each one gave it away.
I live a sad sad life,
Ain't no one to pay my bail.
No lonely angel to save my soul,
and the devil won't let me in hell.
The road I walk is empty,
Even the crows don't cry for me,
All that I can hear are thought creepin' in my ear,
And the wind only when I sing.
I live a sad sad life,
Ain't no one to pay my bail.
No lonely angel to save my soul,
and the devil won't let me in hell.
My call from God is Misery
A melancholy mission for the gain,
If I were damned then I'd be blessed
Instead I'm fucked like all the rest,
And the world from whence we came.
We live some sad sad life,
Ain't no one to pay our bail.
No lonely angel to save our souls,
and the devil won't let us in hell.
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Debt and the Ghost Chorus New Orleans, Louisiana
Debt and the Ghost Chorus is more than just a band. It is a band of Americana Minstrels with inspirations expanding on every dimension of the holographic universe.
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