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Visioneer
04:40
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Serotonin had a rough day and left home
Packed the bags, never came back, toolkthe city train to parts unknown.
Left the lights on and the doors unlocked
Television static, the toll of the clock.
One empty house, one empty head.
Ailment got around
An on the rampage pathogen
Hope caught the sickness, then the Creature came to aid and now the fever's relentless
It's easy to fuck off, sit back and forget
When you're living in a time and a place like this.
So come and join the molotov manifest, we're gonna answer to the people's shrill cry of distress
Because you talk about your money and your justice for all but how much room have we got before our backs against the wall?
There's a pox on this house, is there no cure at all? It's like the feeling of relief is one you barely recall.
Then the sky opens up and it all comes tumbling down.
And we're all, gonna drown.
Madness come and madness done, the seed of mass hysteria
Planted in a brand new mind, only to drown in silent cries
A vision worth one thousand words is now just a poisoned dream
So what are words and actions worth if you won't act or speak?
They've fed you paranoia in the form of food for thought, be established and outlast, then stifled in dry rot.
No one will pop the cork when there's nothing left to feel
As giving up and giving in are served through mass appeal.
Losing hope and losing touch, seem one in the same
Watch without a single word as your dreams run down the drain.
I'm losing faith, I've lost my faith, in this disgusting human race.
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Go and put the kettle on, go and put the kettle on
Go and put the kettle on, for the morning is upon us.
Bestowed with the morning light, warming all within our sight, it burns away the chill of night, the sun it shines upon us.
Go and tap the barrels now, go and tap the barrels now
Go and tap the barrels, celebration is upon us.
We gather 'round the firelight, bottles clink and spirits high
Singing, dancing through the night, with the ones you claim as loved.
They say when it rains, it pours.
So go and have your fill.
Life is far too short.
Can we make sense of it still?
Go and throw the bottles out, go and throw the bottles out
Go and throw the bottles out, oh Christ, I am anointed.
In spinning strobes of memory, in tales colored embarrassing
Through word of mouth, piece by piece and I'll never drink again.
Go and pour a final round, go and pour a final round
Go and pour a final round, for Death it is upon us.
Resigning from this plane and race, in a box of pine you now must lay
Underground and gone from sight, where we all will go someday.
They say when it rains, it pours
So go and have your fill
Life is far too short, with swords drawn, to stay focused on the kill
So come drink from my cup
We can talk of all we've seen
Just being here's enough
I enjoy your company
Someday I'll let you in.
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Superclusterfuck
04:07
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Wvery time I feel like giving up
I get to picking up another
Pack of cigarettes
Hoping for a slow and painful death
I'm burning down, breathing in, bleeding out
All of these toxins in a corner
While coiled in this mortal sin
I'll have another of whatever it is that you're pouring
So come up here and float with me
Lay your head amongst the stars
Yeah rest your feet
We can see it all from here
That night up on that rooftop
Trapped in that awful place
Dreaming of a way out and staring off into space
Looking back down at the summit, back down at the path on which we tread
A sprawling mess, good God, how rough it had been
It all came down to the state
The state of mind
Drunk and high again and writing songs to pass the time
And here we are, at last
So come up here...
We can see it all from here, through stacks of space and time
We can reminisce that universe and sip on cosmic wine
The rising and falling, courses of all.life
As small as every grain of sand, as big as watching your mother die
It's all there
When all you sing are sad songs, it helps to have a change in perspective
Where the day and night revolve in a matter, a matter of seconds
The roots of all we are, floating among the stars
Or so we're told.
The noise canceled out by the expanding infinite
Weightless and breathless instead of hating every minute
Your triumphs and failures, good and the bad
It's all down, down, down, down there on that planet....
But we're up here in outer limits.
You're holding on. Don't hold on.
No complaints. Say it 'til it's true.
I've had enough of saying I've had enough.
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Mr. This & That Las Vegas, Nevada
Mr. This & That is the solo project of Las Vegas based musician, Marshall Lytle.
Other associated acts include Bogtrotters Union, Lawn Mower Death Riders, and The Rifleman.
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