1. |
Big Nose George Parrott
02:16
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Big Nose George Parrott
Big Nose George Parrott
he was a cutthroat and a thief
a heartless outlaw
seeking for notoriety.
beyond the scaffold high
he was notorious after all
cause they made with his skin
a cute pair of fashionable shoes
poor George Parrot
you were fancy at last
but you will never rest
governor John Osborn
he was a man of law
and he had very good taste
in fashionable shoes.
he went to the Annual County Dance
in his outlaw skin shoes
and danced with pretty Lilian
a rowdy “Skip to my Lou”.
poor George Parrot
would have loved to dance
before becoming a fancy spoil
Lilian Heath was a doctor
she had a very weird ashtray
and she caressed, kissed
and licked it every day.
she died at eighty loving
the Parrott skull ashtray
morbid memory of the shameful love for it.
poor George Parrot
beloved at last
but you will never rest.
poor George Parrot
would have loved to dance.
a last dance with Lily
before his death.
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So Sad, Very Sad, So Sick And Mad
Never been so lost, so lonesome
so many disappointments above my back
confusion has overcome
delusion's forever gone
too many time, too many works
and now I'm so tired and old
and now I’m so tired and old
and everything around is a deaf fog
and everyone around looks like ghosts
I'm not the star, I'm not in the cast
I'm so sad, very sad, so sick and mad
I fell apart, disorder is near
so what's right and what's good now?
dripping moan by moan
leaving room for buzz
taking every tear, taking every growl
and now I'm so tired and old
and now I’m so tired and old
I ain't the field commander right now
really, I don't care anymore
well, it's verified: nothing at all
I'm so sad, very sad, so sick and mad
all my life I've been in a deaf fog
all my life, so dim and lost
present is past, I've missed the call
and now, I’m tired and old
I'm so sad, very sad, so sick and mad
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3. |
Hang Me Down
05:21
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Hang Me Down (I hate you)
Well, I saw you slowly coming down
(I'll hang you down)
with a swarm of shadows as a crown
(I'll hang you down)
and the darkness is boiling in your eyes
(I'll hang you down)
and I feel it pricking in my throat
(I'll hang you down)
the heavy rain is falling and I can't stand no more
do you see the apple tree that glows?
(You'll hang me down)
with my own hands I've knotted the rope
(you'll hang me down)
so the rope will smell as nice as me
(you'll hang me down)
do you think will help you all your fears?
(you'll hang me down)
don't you see how close
we were when I was away?
and missing you, dear,
is the best thing that I can do
because being by your side
ii a breakdown,
yeah, a breakdown
oh, my, I really hate you
like I never thought I would
and I love to see you fall apart
(I hate you so much)
'cause I' ve let myself be knocked down by you
(I hate you more)
and you'll dance hanging from the tree
(I hate you so)
deep inside I want you to hang me down
(I will end you so)
don’t you see...
I get you down
you’ll get me down
I’ll hang you down
you’ll hang me down…
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4. |
Hallowed Winds
04:23
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Hallowed Winds
There is no next station
no cold dinner to heat
to be seen through a glass
that’s what remains
it's been ten hours
since I made coffee, I guess
the mattress is of marble
it's cozier than the skin
the shiver down my back
and the emptiness
it has always been
like this, I guess
better not to say nothing
my voice is unclear
maybe it doesn't sound
sure, that’s the thing
calling me home
why are they calling me at home
the deceptive winds?
calling me home
why are they calling me at home
the delusive winds?
in a bag in a box
in a box in a hole
we treasure it,
even if we don't care
at last we won’t have nothing
you stupid magpies
if the strong have the right
to impose their will
so why do the weak always prevail?
not a tear, I must be
a strong man, I guess
or an emotional autistic
or simply a bad man
the glass has no mist
the flies haven't come yet
calling me home
why are they calling me at home
those revealing winds?
precious for whom
why should they be precious for me
those hallowed winds?
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5. |
The Goddamn Tree
03:50
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That Goddamn Tree
Well, I've came out of town
I’ve gone down the hills
just to hide those memories
just to hide them in oblivion and wood
I've got my nails torn
'cause of that goddamn tree
but I think now it's well hidden, Sir
hidden deep in the burnt apple tree
on the goddamn tree I hang my dreams
and I leave my heart on the goddamn tree
and I leave my heart with those memories
so I tie my hands around that tree
and I tie my hands and those memories
well I've searched for gold and I found no gold
(ain't found the gold)
and I've looked for a girl who loves me so
(ain't found the girl)
and I craved all damn things in damned town
(oh, that evil town)
so I leave my heart on that goddamn tree
on the goddamn tree I hide my dreams
and I leave my heart on the goddamn tree
and I leave my heart with those memories
so I tie my hands around that tree
and I tie my hands and those memories.
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6. |
Murky
05:28
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It's a long way down
the murky road
but it's the only way I know
sorry for the hard way
of leaving home
I keep drinking, babe
not as much as before
I talk to people again
but behind the door
I don't get in trouble anymore
but the hole is still beating
and the powerful blame
bangs my bo-o-o-nes every day
the words become hideous
in varnished booze
and so it goes on, goes on
said it was a hard way
of leaving home
I drag my feet
sometimes I stumble down
I’m just trying to be a good man now
and I sit down to wait
I don't know what
wishing all the beer
would turn to tears
just to have something
warm next to me.
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I Wonder How Long ('til you hit me down again)
I'll never forget the day,
the day of the big damage
I was unaware of the nature of the game
I'll never forget your spittle slipping down
slipping down to my mouth
a-ha-ha I wonder how long before I can remove
I’ll never forget the pain
of the burning dead apple tree
And no man alive came
to have mercy on me
I wasn’t trained, trained to save myself
now I can take all the blows
with my catatonic shield
a-ha-ha I wonder how long until it hurts again
hey, come on, give me heart attack!
and I was not ashamed
I never said I've got the shame
of an upside down insect
kicking hard for his life
my skin no longer fits, I think it's someone else's
well, mine it burned by the bones of dead apple tree
a-ha-ha I wonder how long 'til you hit me down again
here comes my heart attack!
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8. |
Hellbuilder
03:50
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Hellbuilder
Face off the ones you love as the ones you hate
the Lord strikes first but the man hits the last one
forget and forgive is all we can give?
remember the man executes the Lord's command
(obey God)
and she kisses (oh, but it hurts)
and she hits (oh, babe, I love)
aw so badly (aw, so badly)
that I don't give a damn (give a damn)
the Lord really has nothing to do with this
oh your hapiness is a fucking hell to me
turn my cheek and bend my back,
take the hit, shut up the scream
the Lord decided to make it that so fucked up for me
but it's the tiny little hand that hold on the stick
the Lord guides her in the blow, so heavenly
(clotted blood)
and she kisses (oh, but it hurts)
and she hits (oh, babe, I love)
aw so badly (aw, so badly)
that I don't give a damn (give a damn)
the Lord really has nothing to do with this
oh your hapiness is a fucking hell to me
does DNA have a chain of suffering?
because mine is so real
that you can see it through my skin
through my skin one link catches another link,
and all the stupid captured links
feel stupidly mighty and strong
(stupid chain)
and she kisses (oh, but it hurts)
and she hits (oh, babe, I love)
aw so badly (aw, so badly)
that I don't give a damn (give a damn)
the Lord really has nothing to do with this
oh your hapiness is a fucking hell to me
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