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La Cuchillero
04:13
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Instrumental
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Suffering of Fools
05:49
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The party starts tonight - a final celebration
Gonna blow out all the lights - and get low
When all is said and done - we are bigger than our burden
Can't wait for everyone - to join in
Lose your head - Cannot take it with you in the end
Constant gratitude - A lesson for the suffering of fools
If no one gets the joke - no need to pull your punches
Just leave the dopes alone - and move on
When all are sad and dumb - lose all inhibition
Laugh at all that's wrong - and have fun (and we'll...)
Dance, dance, dance - Frolic in the bliss of ignorance
Let them disapprove - Fodder for the suffering of fools
Everyone wakes - everybody sleeps
Everyone has - those thoughts that they keep
Everyone sleeps - everybody wakes
Everyone has secrets - they take to their graves
Shed your skin - Peel back the veil of existence
Flash that bone tattoo - Alleviate the suffering of fools
What is this beast that wants it's worst bestowed on all?
This misguided soul that just hates to be alone
But it's not alone, and if it knew
It wouldn't fear, would not excuse
The foolishness of wanting to dispute
It's just a little dream - a thrill ride you are strapped in
It doesn't mean a thing - let it go
When all are dead and gone - what's left of anyone
Tomorrow is a life - time away
Lose your head - Count from ninety-nine to one hundred
Nothing left to lose - Nothing but the suffering of fools
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3. |
Ouroboros Under Glass
03:50
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For you, it is so easy
For you know there is no meaning
But me, I have my doubts
We are all as dear as dust
Agreed on that
I am uncrushed by your crucible touch
You only answered my "why" with a "what"
Don't be bothered by the evidence
The lab mice shout
What makes you tick, it is a little sick now
Let's cut that out
Do I give up my head to the sexy systematic mind
And blindly lose my tail to a cold carving knife?
I'm in the world, but not of it
Don't mind pain, but I don't love it
From me to you, have a heart
Make no mistake, be a rigorous snake
Let's chew the fat
Float a little rodent my way
Defibrillate for a change – you’re on the witness stand
Don't be afraid to cast aside
The weight of facts
Escaped unscathed from your Bunsen blaze
You've only answered my "why" with a "how"
Give me a second, give me one more life
Can't be convicted of the same crime twice
Who am I, mouse or man?
I believe I am that which says that I am
(Not on trial for your errors
Bear no blame for your forbearers
You’re my friend but get now behind me
Certainty is the death of inquiry.)
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Out here on the road, the small town shows, in these beer-soaked little dives
Every pint sweats little beads, one for each dream that crawled here to expire
The opening act are are well into their attack, a play-by-number four on the floor
There’s a conspiracy here but we unload all our gear, it’s nothing we ain’t seen before
Everything you know is rock
Everything you know is rock
Turn it up or turn it off, It’s all that you know
We’re on a mission every night, revival time, measuring every ounce of soul
Not here to be adored, don’t you get bored with striking up the same old pose?
You say you’re keeping it real, just want to make it squeal, but have you heard about the 7ths, son?
The pentatonic is not, quite as demonic as thought, enchanting no one but the deaf and dumb
Everything you know is rock
Everything you know is rock
Ain’t much but it's all you've got, To keep from feeling alone
Everything you know is rock
Had a girl but she broke your heart
Traded the ring for a used guitar, And learned a couple of chords
Hope to die before your old, you’d sell your soul, but the devil don’t want it
A legend to yourself, here’s to your health, you’re sounding so half-hearted
Hey hey my oh my, rock and roll dies every night, brutally butchered in the neon glow
Here’s feedback straight from the mic, the kids are not alright, but nothing’s gonna stop the show
Everything you know is rock
Wont give in and you wont grow up
Major chords to those minor songs, Distorted and overblown
The opening act are beginning to pack as the crowd starts sizing us up
Someone shouts a request, already played to death, now we’re gonna show them how it’s done
Everything you know is rock (x3)
Roll Roll Roll (x3)
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5. |
Don't That Beat All
03:44
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I can be a can of hairspray in her fireplace
All hiss and cuss and fuss as I start to spin
She doesn’t panic when I lose my head
She kindly lends me hers instead
And we waltz right out of the flames like conjoined twins
If I could be any closer to her I would be her shadow
Stretched out before her, tall in the sunset gold
And in the night I wouldn’t have to hide
Because she’d turn on all the house lights
And dance with herself ‘till dawn and never be alone
She don’t know it, or maybe she does
And if she doesn’t, well it’s probably because I talk too much anyway
She can’t hear me, or maybe she can
Maybe it’s me who doesn’t understand
There’s only one thing I need to say
Keep it simple, stupid, three chords are enough
Say your peace and then shut up
No introduction, no fanfare
Just play the one that you wrote for her
And let the curtain fall / And don’t that beat all?
She’s the kind of sleep you can only dream of
She sings every song in every key
She shouldn’t worry if when I drop by
The dishes are piled eye-high
We’ll Kumbaya by stove light and drink iced cream
She can’t hear me, or maybe she can
Maybe it’s me who doesn’t understand there’s only one thing to say
She don’t know it, or maybe she does
And if she doesn’t, well it’s probably because
I talk too much anyway
We play professor and the student, but we both take turns
I know enough to know I’ve got more to learn
Both feet in my mouth, both arms in the air
I get all fired up when I’m ‘round her
Well I love her sure, that ain’t nothing new
What’s crazy is that I like her too
I take a curtain call / And don’t that beat all?
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6. |
Riddled
03:18
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So it comes to this / Can no longer pretend
God is on my side / But God is not my friend
And I don’t know why
I’m riddled from inside
An innocent man, clemency denied
The Death Row astrologer spoke / Into his stethoscope
“The exact time of when you die
Says more than when you’re born
How ‘bout July
Between Leo and Gemini?
Gets crowded down here, but the cells just multiply”
I’m puzzled, yah, I’m in pieces
Go over all the reasons
Why, of all diseases
It just eats me up
No more of your lethal injections / Bring on the firing squad
No blindfold, no hand to hold / I want to face ‘em all
Eyes open wide
Malignant or benign
Spare not a one, let the freeing bullets fly
Who is the assassin
If I could unmask him
I’d start off by asking
What else could I have done?
These unholy holes in me burst / My favourite Sunday shirt
Is ruined now, I can’t come out
I just lay here and rehearse
What I’m gonna say
When we meet on that day
My life, it’s demise, demand to be explained
Loaded with charges, I’ll fire away
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Everyone in Nacogdoches
Knew Tom Ames would come to some bad end
'Cause the sheriff caught him
Stealin' chickens and such by the time that he was ten
One day his daddy took a ten-dollar bill
He tucked it in his hand
He said I know that you're headed for trouble son
Your Momma wouldn't understand
So he took his Dad's money and his brother's old bay
He left without a word of thanks
He fell in with this crowd in some border town
And he took to robbin' banks
Outside the law his luck had run out fast
A few years came and went
'Til he's trapped in an alley in Abilene
With all but four shells spent
And he realized prayin' was the only thing
That he hadn't ever tried
Well he wasn't sure that he knew quite how
But he looked up to the sky
He said: You don't owe me nothin' and as far as I know Lord
I don't owe nothin' to you
I ain't askin' for a miracle Lord
Just a little bit o' luck will do
You know I ain't never prayed before
'Cause it always seemed to me
That prayin's the same as beggin' Lord
I don't take no charity
But right now Lord with my back to the wall
I can't help but recall
How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse
In Fort Smith, Arkansas
Judge Parker said guilty and the gavel came down
Just like a cannon shot
I went away quietly
I began to file a plot
They sent the preacher on down to my cell
He said the Lord is your only hope
He's the only friend you're gonna have son
When you hit the end of Parker's rope
And I guess he could've kept on preachin' till Christmas
But he turned his back on me
I put a homemade knife to that golden throat
Asked the deputy for the key
It ain't the first trouble I've seen before
As you already know
I've had some help from you Lord and the Devil himself's
Been strictly touch and go
Yeah but who in the hell am I talkin' to
There ain't no one here but me
So he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt
And he walked out into that street
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Slingshot Miracle Calgary, Alberta
Stunt Rock for obsessives.
Influenced by punk, classic rock, pop, and funk, Slingshot Miracle has released 9 albums since 2012.
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