1. |
Hero
04:29
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My life is a continuous nightmare,
echoes of defeat and vicarious observation.
I see a certain impasse ahead,
a road littered with dead thoughts and low expectations.
But the faces on the TV tell me to be free and believe in hopeless dichotomies.
They know so we'll know.
Heroes come and win
and that's when heroes go.
Good behavior and recompense
bears no resemblance to a soul.
Heroes come and win,
you have to let 'em go.
Ever since you left
I've been pickin' myself up.
The last thing I need is a hero.
I see a little silhouette of a man
he is me
but he numbers in the tens of millions.
He marches in labored steps
and his breath is a ghost
with no host
nothing in like can fulfill him.
But the voices on the monthly stamps
are a test
he'll attest
with the best of himself not withstanding.
They know so we'll know.
Heroes come and win
and that's when heroes go.
Good behavior and recompense
bears no resemblance to a soul.
Heroes come and win,
you have to let 'em go.
Ever since you left
I've been pickin' myself up.
The last thing I need is a hero.
I came into this world full of life
a babe in an old straw sack.
I was destined to bare much much more
than this weight that he puts on my back.
We can march in the streets
the cybernetic buses through LEDs.
Defeat Goliath with witty speech,
toppling giants now,
bring them down to their knees.
Heroes come and win
and that's when heroes go.
Good behavior and recompense bare no resemblance
Yeah it bares no resemblance!
Heroes come and win,
you have to let 'em go.
Ever since you left
I've been pickin' myself up.
The last thing I need is a hero!
You know so we'll know!
They know so we'll know!
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2. |
Zelda
07:25
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I have always been inspired by the way she talks
and the way her body moves.
I have always been inspired by the way she looks
and the way she eats her food.
I'd have to be twice the fool to let her slip away,
the only thing that I can do is stay.
I'm out of my league. I'm in a dream
beholden to the day.
Is there anything that I can say?
Don't call me a savior,
don't call her a damsel in distress.
We're on a mission now arrest,
a cyclical mess.
Her and I and the third guy
endlessly entwined.
I'd have some peace of mind
if I only didn't live this life. (X2)
Hylian in origin when Hyrule forged my sword again.
Bastard of the Kakariko.
Master of the sand and wind.
But the temples they await,
like every breath I take
I can't escape.
I travel the roads at day
to stay safe
and keep the poes at bay.
But then I see her golden hair
like summer rain.
It washes over me to dare,
I cannot look away.
Travel pack and time adjusted,
an Ocarina on my waist.
Leather holster, shield encrusted,
an eagle emblem guides my way.
Don't call me a savior,
don't call her a damsel in distress.
We're on a mission now arrest,
a cyclical mess.
Her and I and the third guy
endlessly entwined.
I'd have some peace of mind
if I only didn't live this life. (X2)
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3. |
Partayyy
04:56
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It's party time let's get out and take a trip to the bank.
(Go and slip away with your bad self).
The club is hoppin' and the music is straight up dank.
(Speakin' like a true Blood Elf).
Shorty in a skirt's lookin' for a man to steal her away.
(You're speaking truth like a self-appointed sex offender).
I will have her squirting drops by the end of the day.
(A storybook finish full of sweet surrender).
Enough of this tool and his regrettable sexual needs.
There's only one princess for me
and her name starts with a 'Z.'
Leave me alone for a while,
please just go away.
My lifeline is dying
and there's so many games to play.
Pick up again,
let the shell-shock enter my veins!
I'm online and I got all my friends with me.
Who needs face to face interaction
I'm as happy as can be.
A chip on my shoulder and a microphone on my cheek.
And don't think twice if I go and disappear for a week.
Cuz I'm right here on my own,
and I'm right here all alone.
Cuz I'm right here pickin' a bone,
as anyone who knows me knows.
Slip shot, trick shot,
tackle box and sling shot.
Swords galore, excessive gore,
eagle-action eyebot.
Gravity gun, lonesome dove,
a big mechanical dog to love.
Portal, Squirtle, Shovel, Knuckles,
a disembodied floating glove.
Two marines, space cuisine,
an earthworm with an average name.
Greyfox, "Let's hide in a box."
Fisher, Snake, the silent pain.
Master-Chief, an honorable thief,
a bitchy bird in an old backpack.
Screw your digital remaster,
let the classics take me back!
There's just so much to enjoy.
(I'm a glutton for this kind of toy).
I've sacrificed a relationship or two.
(Digital love is the only kind that I can do).
Leave me alone for a while,
please just go away.
My lifeline is dying
and there's so many things to say.
Pick up again,
let the vibrations shatter my brain!
I'm online and I got all my friends with me.
Who needs face to face interaction
I'm as happy as can be.
A chip on my shoulder and a microphone on my cheek.
And don't think twice if I go and disappear for a week.
Cuz I'm right here on my own,
and I'm right here all alone.
Cuz I'm right here pickin' a bone,
as anyone who knows me knows.
Cuz I'm right here in my home,
and I'm right here all alone.
and I'm right here pickin' a bone,
as anyone who knows me knows.
Leave me alone for a while,
please just go away.
My lifeline is dying
and there's only so much time in the day.
Pick up again,
let the awful memories fade.
At least here inside I'm allowed to live
in my own way!
I said Go!
Away!
You have no hold over me today.
Go! (go, go go...)
Go! (Go, go...)
Away!!!
I'm online and I got all my friends with me.
Who needs face to face interaction
I'm as happy as can be.
A chip on my shoulder and a microphone on my cheek.
And don't think twice if I go and disappear for a week.
Cuz I'm right here in my home,
and I'm right here all alone.
and I'm right here pickin' a bone,
as anyone who knows me knows.
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4. |
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Everyone has gone mad insane,
and they don't recognize their neighbor's face.
There's something in the water that makes us hate,
and I really wanna find a way out of this place.
Give me a break, yes give me a break.
How do you not understand the players of the game?
Amassing wealth in a sinister name
while the rest of us grovel in solemn shame.
Here we go. Go away.
Give me break, just give me break.
Yea go. Go away.
Cuz' I recorded this song in a single take.
Pissin' in a hole like a wild dog,
cuz' you haven't found a corner to deposit your log.
Gonna fuck this place they refuse to call home.
Only answer to a God that doesn't condone.
Here we go. Go away.
Give me break, just give me break.
Yea go. Go, go, go.
Cuz' I recorded this song in a single take.
It is something unequivocal,
have we ever known our way?
Rings of repetition, cyclical
like a broken looping play.
Civil disobedience,
our saving grace.
The tools we used for independence
have nearly worn away.
There's something wrong when you are lookin' around
and you hate the person that you know,
the people that are on your street,
the people that drive 'round your cars,
the people that give you your food,
the people that supply your gas.
What're you gonna do when they don't wanna help you
and they hate your ass? (yeah!)
Take a step back,
take a look at your life.
Are you providing anything
society-wise?
Earn a second chance
through a guiding light.
Cuz you can bet your ass
that I'll never lose this fight.
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5. |
Tightrope
04:05
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As I take a look at your life,
and the things you left behind.
You were not a perfect man,
and neither it seems am I.
I have a son now,
and I'm thankful you're no longer around.
I've finally grown into a man.
I've come out from under your suffocating shroud.
...and I'm walking that tightrope in my head,
I'm trying to balance the things you did and the things you said.
There's so much anger here, and so much empty scorn,
I'm looking to drag you from your grave to be reborn.
You let us down...
Don't let us down...
As I look at the times you faltered,
and the times you failed.
I find broken dreams, sights unseen,
and a collection of forgotten tales.
I carry on your legacy,
I do the things you always wanted to.
Every time I look at myself,
I seem to only find you.
...and I'm walking that tightrope in my head,
I'm trying to balance the things you did and the things you said.
There's so much anger here, and so much empty scorn,
I'm looking to drag you from your grave to be reborn.
[shouting]
Give him a chance. Give him a chance.
Let him prove he's more than just a victim of circumstance.
Give him a chance. Give him a chance.
He's your father and he deserves your respect at a glance.
Give me a break. Give me a break.
He's had more than enough time to grow and learn from his mistakes.
Give me a break. Give me a break.
Prove to me that he's worth more than the sum of these high stakes.
You're gone now, but in these haunted houses
you still hold all the strength
You're faults are a constant lesson
on empathy and restraint.
...and I'm walking that tightrope in my head,
I'm trying to balance the things I've done and the things I never said.
There's no more anger here, and no more empty scorn,
I'm lookin' to climb out of your grave and be reborn.
I won't let you down.
I won't let you down.
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6. |
CB Space Cowboy
05:08
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Nomad, traveller, piercing the sky.
Don't call me a vagabond.
Bebop, Swordfish, Manta.
Yeah, our collection is a golden con.
Across the black a new bounty arises,
20 million Wulongs strong.
Little did I know she holds all the cards,
a yellow bondage suit and a Siren song.
[whispered]
Jet... Fey... See you Space Cowboy.
Ein... Ed... You're gonna carry that weight.
Genymede, Jupiter, a plague from the sky.
Pollen is scattered all around and their lungs suffocate.
Leave it to me to finally make a new friend
only to watch him die in a sad twist of fate.
Back on the ship the crew is growing strong
with the three things that I hate: a kid, a woman, and a dog.
Soon enough we'll be together again, 'cause
Julia was meant to be with me all along.
[whispered]
Lonely days. I'm caught in a lonely daze.
The mushrooms that we ate have got me
in a lonely daze.
(Lift off!)
[whispered]
Spike... Vicious... See you Space Cowboy.
Crime... Syndicate... You're gonna carry that weight.
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7. |
Farewell To Welfare
07:20
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Something is wrong here.
We don't speak anymore.
There's a rift in the sky.
I can't turn a blind eye.
Evil has invaded the throne.
No matter how much we hurt (bleed)
No matter how much we cry (die)
Nothing seems to help.
Please tell me why
we're living such trying times.
But when you're looking back at history.
You lift yourself above the lies.
You'll see (you just might see)
this just might be the changing tides.
[whispered]
Live above the lies.
Give me a show.
Give me your soul.
Let it all go.
Feel free to live and grow...
My love.
My son.
You're facing such a dark demise.
The stuff we use to grow our crops
poisons the water
when will it stop?
Political divides and corporate lies! (X2)
...lies beneath the rubble.
(Something wicked this way comes.
Something with a sinister mind of the almighty).
We're in serious trouble.
(Open yourself up and let us in.
Vice like a viceroy, you'll never be the same again.)
A system used and abused by the wealthy.
(The only thing trickling from bottomless pockets...ets...tits...)
Takin' all they can from the poor and unhealthy.
(Is the budget increase for bottle-less rockets...ets...tits...)
Knock it down and sell 'em what he needs to pick it back up.
A tangerine-in-chief in charge of a half-empty glass cup.
This cup is always empty...
Give me a show.
Give me your soul.
Let it all go.
Feel free to live and grow...
My love.
My son.
You're facing such a dark demise.
The stuff we use to grow our crops
poisons the water
when will it stop?
Political divides and corporate lies! (X2)
They rule the day.
They chase the night away.
Their standin' in our way.
Revolution.
Civil disobedience.
Only then is progress made.
[spoken word]
The only thing trickling from bottomless pockets
is the budget increase for bottle-less rockets.
Knock it down and sell 'em what he needs to pick it back up.
A tangerine-in-chief in charge of a half-empty glass cup.
Something is wrong here.
We don't speak anymore.
There's a rift in the sky.
I can't turn a blind eye
anymore.
No matter how much we hurt (bleed)
No matter how much we cry (die)
Nothing seems to help.
Please tell me why
we're living such trying times.
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8. |
Paradiso
07:27
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[evil schemes]
The ring of fire.
My lonely heart calls me back.
Turquoise eyes, shallow brush.
A nomad rappin' phat cat.
She's pickin' apart all I love.
Cherry-red hibiscus in her ear.
And her hips sway back and forth.
“There's nothing for you 'round here.”
I don't belong here.
And I'm haunted by a poltergeist.
A blue silhouette, tribal drums,
and a face with no eyes.
But, a demon I remain.
A devil from a white land.
Stripped of shoes, my bare feet bruised.
Heavy pockets full of contraband.
The ship's inbound.
And with it comes life and death.
You welcomed us in.
A soldier lookin' desperate.
We gave you our faith.
Your culture under new threats.
Cast aside your heathen ways.
Cover up your bare breasts.
[chaotic chanting and scheming]
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(west, west, west, west)
West Virginia, 2015.
Who coulda known that's when the devil'd come to town?
A perfectly average guy
from a perfectly average life.
Wearing a blood-red crown.
Neil Falls, a crooked smile.
He was arrested more than twenty different times.
But with a calm precision
and a preferred method
authorities were none-the-wise.
A phone call provided legit payment.
An escort lured into the thick of it.
Around the neck a belt-buckling tourniquet.
Stuck to a script,
divided and split
their bodies quick.
Stone-Cold Psycho.
Give him another memorandum from your rifle.
Take 'em out,
yeah, take his last breath.
Give him two shots to the chest! (X2)
He was evil yes, but not an idiot.
He was confident,
reaching prolific prominence.
He spread despondency and disembodiment
with killings stretching across the continent.
He preferred a blonde barbie and bon vivant.
A Charlatan, security-dressed habiliment.
A pistol pressed against their breast, an albotrost.
Then he asked 'em, “Is it life or death you want?”
(Nevada, Illinois, Ohio, New York, Oregon, Texas, Kentucky, Cali)
(Nevada, Illinois, Ohio, New York, Oregon, Texas, Kentucky, Cali)
Stone-Cold Psycho.
Give him another memorandum from your rifle.
Take 'em out,
yeah, take his last breath.
Give him two shots to the chest! (X2)
[News article]
July 18, 2015,
in the dead summer heat of West Virginy,
the devil came a knockin' with a glock in his hand,
strangling his victim as she tried to take a stand.
She never planned to tusstle with such a man,
but to make a few bucks anyway that she can.
Now she's fightin' for her life with Neil sittin' on her back.
He dropped his gun for a second and she grabbed it in a flash.
Stone-Cold Psycho.
Give him another memorandum from your pistol.
Take 'em out,
yeah, take his last breath.
Give him two shots to the head! (X2)
Stone-cold!
Psycho!
Give him a shot
to the motherfuckin' head!
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10. |
L0veY
03:55
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As I sit here in the dark
alone but beside you.
An empty closet light
fills the house with blue.
The things that we did before
when we were just learning how to fit in,
has given way to a norm,
and I'm not sure this is what you call livin'.
Anyway.
What was it you said to me that day?
“Nothing ever changes and yet
it doesn't feel the same.”
And hey!
We used to have so much fun back then.
Alive in each other's skin.
Livin' in a state of perpetual sin, and hey.
Tracin' our steps back to the past,
the roads that we gathered our dust from.
Trippin' just to trip.
(Yeah, we're trippin' just for a trip).
Give me a fix of that high that we felt
the first time we held hands.
Laying down beside you
in a horizontal slow dance.
But, we're back to this place again (echoes)
where nothin' even matters anymore. (echoes)
And in tryin' to understand myself
I've found the fire without the warmth.
Anyway.
What was it you said to me that day?
“Nothing ever changes and yet
it doesn't feel the same.”
And hey!
We used to have so much fun back then.
Alive in each other's skin.
Livin' in a state of perpetual sin, and hey.
Woah. Yeah.
Give me a reason to stay!
“Give it a chance, give it a chance.
You'll never find another one like me.
Don't waste your life searchin' for true love
when I'm right here on my feet.”
But, we're back to this place again.
Nothin' even factors anymore.
And in tryin' to understand our love
I've found the thunder without the storm.
Give me a little piece of that shine.
Give me a little piece of a spine.
Give me a place to grow and feel fine.
Oh, nevermind!
Woah. Yeah.
Give me a reason to stay!
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11. |
Ten Years Ago
04:15
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Sometimes I wish that
I could roll back the
clock and its ever-changing hand.
Sometimes I hope that
this is a dream and
tomorrow I will wake up again.
Back in my home, ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Before all the hate,
and people divided.
The sky was so much brighter back then.
Livin' was easy.
Love was a new thing.
Hanging out by the train tracks with friends.
Under the stars, ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Here we go we're pushing our stones
up the hill again.
Sisyphus in the back seat
holding your hand.
Taking Back Sunday in my headphones
daydreamin' of me and my friends.
Skating the back lots of vacant news stands.
Ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Some people they say to
appreciate what you
love before it goes and fades away.
And I really did though,
and I tried to let it show,
knowing that it'd vanish any day.
Back in my home, ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Here we go we're pushing our stones
up the hill again.
Sisyphus in the back seat
holding your hand.
Taking Back Sunday in my headphones
daydreamin' of me and my friends.
Skating the back lots of vacant news stands.
Ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
Life has a mission.
A finite position.
What will you leave when you finally let go?
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12. |
The Sign Of Cancer
05:00
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What do you do
when the best of you
isn't enough.
A failing body,
a body of work
turned into dust.
Blight of the Earth,
a cancer is born
and it is us.
Look to the sky,
answers no more,
he doesn't give a fuck!
[shouting]
Deconstruct
my evolution is
a virus spreading like
pestilence for
every
living
thing.
With just six months to live,
we all said goodbye
long before you ever died.
You gave it all that you could give.
I know these weren't your plans,
you could've been a better man.
With only six months to live,
you looked me in the eyes,
said that it was time to be wise.
Gave it all that I could give,
please just understand
I'm gonna be a better man.
How could anything so
sinister be allowed to pervade.
An inevitable
personal
rot and decay.
[shouting]
Deconstruct
my evolution is
a virus spreading like
pestilence for
every
living
thing.
With just six months to live,
we all said goodbye
long before you ever died.
You gave it all that you could give.
I know these weren't your plans,
you could've been a better man.
With only six months to live,
you looked me in the eyes,
said that it was time to be wise.
Give it all that I could give,
please just understand
I'm gonna be a better man.
[bridge]
With just six months to live,
we all said goodbye
long before you ever died.
You gave it all that you could give.
I know these weren't your plans,
you could've been a better man.
With only six months to live,
you looked me in the eyes,
said that it was time to be wise.
Give it all that I could give,
please just understand
I'm gonna be a better man.
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Walter King Veneta, Oregon
There's not a whole lot to say. I am self-produced, self-taught, and a life-long
musician.
My biggest influences are musicians like those in The Mars Volta, Between The Buried And Me, Incubus, and movie soundtracks. Lots of movie stuff!
You can find my stuff here and that's about it for now.
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