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Cast
04:23
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Jackie arrived with hurricane force
To a family fully unprepared
The will of a lion, a freight train colliding
No one in the path was spared
Pop had caught them in flagrante
Threatened the seven rings of Dante
Jackie swore and said, “It’s my body
And I’m gonna do what I want."
“I’m gonna love who I wanna love now”
Juan wasn't born, they said, he was torn
From his mama fighting tooth and claw
Ruled by fear, a long trail of tears
Mexico to Panama
Not concerned with health and safety
Hit a bit of a rough patch lately
Now ain't the time for acting dainty
“I'm gonna take what I want.”
“I’m gonna love who I wanna love now”
More than one path to evil, there’s all kinds of people
Who are born with a taste for blood
Vice or virtue, both try to hurt you
Stoics for the greater good
Good intent and deeds decouple
In the midst of a power struggle
Jackie could never be so subtle
As to fire a blank from a gun
"I'm gonna judge how I want to judge now"
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Holes (Tunnels)
03:39
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His brim is wide, his eyes downcast
She said the sky was blue, he swore it inky black
Holes chewed through his thinking cap
Never looks up, never looks back
Catacombs / Incognito every obsessive belief
Future bones / What he knows overrides what little he sees
Cataracts / under welding masks
Old pickaxe swung blindly / sparks like stars in the night
Dig deeper / don’t allow sleep now
Grim repercussions for the dreamer
The pits they grow / Rooting through the dirt for unspent mines
All these holes / Windows to the soul here buried alive
Cataracts / under welding masks
Old pickaxe swung blindly / sparks like stars in the night
Crypt keeper / tumbling down steep stairs
Minesweeper / no end to the secrets
Dig deeper / don’t allow sleep now
Grim repercussions for the dreamer
His skin is white, his earth is flat
The sky a violet hue before it starts to crack
Blue-eyed blind insomniac
Never looks up, never looks back
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Just wanna die on a Monday
After the fun, hey - After the money’s gone
Cuz baby I love the weekend
Right off the deep end - Into oblivion
Not gonna bite it on Tuesday
A little past due date - Punching out right on time
Just wanna die on a Monday
Friday to Sunday – That’s when I come alive
Don’t need to go with my boots on - Some romantic illusion
Of riding off in the sun
Like a donkey Don, my party armour on
The method of my choosing
I’m chasing whiskey not windmills - High fives and high heels
Just putting in hours - Until the weekday sours
Quit while I’m breaking even
By Thursday can’t hardly stand it - Would it be really that tragic
Leaving a beautiful corpse
Break out of this joint, exclamation point
Honey, why don’t we cash in
The updates installing - The elevator calling
All that time on hold – here’s to the dial tone
Another buck for your passing
Just wanna die on a Monday
Riding the hump days – Until we’re out on the town
Yah baby we love the weekend
We cannot be beat and – Nobody can bring us down
Friday all afternoon off
Blowing the roof off – Making an early start
Don’t owe anyone nothin’
Aint up for discussion – Never coming back ‘round these parts
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Whistler
03:49
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He's a whistler when the wind blows
Keeps it simple, only whole notes
Plays his hollow tune effortlessly
He just sits there in limbo
Doesn’t listen, full of blow holes
Curtains waver, the old refrain repeats
A penny for a thought
For pounds of flesh he’s bought
A peso for what not to confess here
The last shall be the first
Wordlessly coerced
Death is not the worst atrocity
There’s a hissing through the window
Like a twisted virtuoso
Warning of a storm brewing again
“To the victor,” goes the intro
Full of whispered innuendo
Time once more for a paranoid crusade
The past shall be reversed
The dead not so accursed
A universe rehearsed in tragedy
He's a whistler, he’s a widow
Doesn’t miss her, plays it solo
Blissfully ignoring his instinct
Tears bitter on the pillow
Makes his mission, not to know more
Curtains flutter, the old refrain repeats
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5. |
Spray Tan Tantrum #13
04:20
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Sweet daughter, beauty queen - Rise up from poverty
Find a real man, sign the deal then - Send for your family
The pale and fragile skin – Transparent, paper thin
True colors appear - Envy, greed, and fear
She could be his Melanin
She could do without the drama - Prima Don as guarantor
Narcissus and his missus - Vain ambitions to the throne
The pale and fragile skin – Transparent, paper thin
He needs approval trophies - But he don’t deserve her hand
Inner city in her passions - She imagines stronger men
All lies matter, little white ones – He delights in acting out
Modest favors, doctored papers – Implicate the King of Doubt
Parading blind in the nude - The emperor has no clue
Dusky city streets - Serviced secretly
Couldn’t be his Melanin
The house a shade too white - She escapes at night
All of the shadows within
Walls like cotton sheets - Through torn slits he peeks
Where is his Melanin?
Send the clown in where you found him, buried to his neck in coal
Sweet daughter doesn’t want him, hanging round her anymore
Send the crown to Yugoslavia, hanging from the highest pole
Sweet daughter doesn’t want it, darkening her bedroom door
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6. |
That's On Me
04:34
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I could tell that you meant business
By the way you stared off into the distance
The gun in your hand - Wasn’t just for show
Like you were looking into a memory
One you’d kill if you could, had it not already
Delivered you here – Beyond your control
Things are new just once, but old forever
I saw a scar in the shape of a letter
Under your sleeve – Inscribed long ago
I was to blame, I know, a young typhoon
When she came, you’d go, and up it blew
If time heals all - Why won’t the mark on you recede?
So you hunt me down
A wise old owl who’d forgotten how
Much you bleed - Well, That’s on me
She dealt with the guilt like a true faith healer
Stepped in the path of an 18 wheeler
Confessed it all in that note you hold
Two out of three is the devil’s number
If she had to leave, you’d follow her under
Yet you survived, only me left to even the score
Can’t open the door once the wheels start rolling
It’s a race to the floor when you’re this broken
“It’s not what you think - Let’s just have a drink and you’ll see”
I should have known - From long ago the vengeance
You must need - Well, That’s on me
I could tell that you were finished
By the way you snapped your fingers
That look in your eye – as you stood to leave
You swallowed your last drop of liquor
Nodding as you cocked the trigger
Triumphantly - “This one’s on me”
If time heals all - Why won’t the mark on you recede?
I should have caught on
This damned old fool remembers now
You bleed - Well, That’s on me
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7. |
Lost Cat
04:12
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Posters up, all across town
Have you seen, jot this down
Call the number, In your pocket – If you dare
Someone’s trying to locate
Same damn cat on a later date
Different numbers, yet familiar – Meet you there
Only some have eyes to see
No one has an eye like he
Never ending, unrelenting – Singular
Bold way to communicate
Numerical coordinates
We have found you, have you found us? - Lost Cat
Examine close to verify
Read between the lies
Well it seems something led the cat to stray with good intent
If only you knew what it meant
Patterns coded in plain view
Tied by one last hidden clue
Tap an eyebrow, Just the right way - To confirm
Every city, every state
Desperate to relate
We have found you, Have you found us? - Lost Cat
Polyphemus rolls his eye
Looks up to the sky
Well it seems something led this cat to stray with good intent
And only you know what it meant
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8. |
The Grand Inquisitor
05:13
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Inquiring minds want to know
They heat the iron, they prod & poke
This fish won't fry, the subject broached
I can’t lie, but I can be coached
They asked with insistence / do you believe in that?
Said I don't believe in believing in / unless I have the facts
See I don't have hard convictions / only unprovable suspicions
What makes you a good Christian / beyond blind obedience?
If questioning my loyalty / You’d better kill me now
So much for your sympathy / Maybe next time around
I'm alive and never asked to be / What is there to renounce?
Can’t lose what aint mine to keep / So kill me now
Dragging not another step / across the bridge of sighs
Set up camp here where we stand / I’ve kindling for the fire
If it helps reveal your power / kill me later or kill me now
Can’t scream this any louder / brother, have you got a light?
So leave me to my heresy or kill me now
Can you preach what to believe when you’re so scared of doubt?
Was my debt not clean, paid already with the barbed wire crown?
Put me out of your misery and just kill me now
Argue that you’ve spilled no blood / no, every drop was saved
Letters of confession / stains tarnishing his name
Now you’re open for all offers / for the souls in your coffers
You, the falsest prophets / hold the tools to persuade
Don’t blame choice for indecision, I won’t blame God for your religion
Pass the ammunition and tell me where it hurts
The ends justify the meanness now I’m bareback on your Phoenix
So smoke ‘em if you see ‘em - Not if I see you first
If you need to deal with purity / I’m okay with all that
Just leave a strip of dignity / No skin off my back
So you can sleep more comfortably / Go ahead strike the match
Who perceives a deity / Better than he who laughs?
Set free the divinity in / A heart so aroused
Don’t care who’s forsaken here / Put this god-damned fire out!
Do whatever you damn well please / Burn his house to the ground
Maybe it’s just how he made me / So kill me now.
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9. |
Santisima Muerte
04:43
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“La Santisima Muerte Don’t let the gringo hurt me
My hands are clean, But this madman thinks I’m dirty”
These prayers to la Flaquita, The skinny senorita
Business is good, but someone is always out to beat ya
Only did what was needed to survive - No alibi
Sells itself and the kids ain’t hungry
A little kick to get your heart pumping
How’s your medicine now, does it
Taste like something bloody?
Ready for your close-up, handsome?
No apology, no ransom
Can help you now, caught outside
The compound mansion - Was bound to happen
Smile as if you were brandishing the blade
Give a little wave
Point straight at the publication date
Give a little wave
“La Santisima Muerte
Shelter me from this man-made earthquake
He’s got hammers and nails and says he’s
Like me in the worst way”
(Just wanna die on a Thursday)
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10. |
Get Up!
02:24
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There’s more where that came from.
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11. |
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You will never know your crime, Until you feel it deep inside
Cryptic symbols understood, For the greatest of the good
Detecting lies - The needles fly
Revealed sentences remind, The law indelibly inscribed
A most remarkable machine
Violet ink from a poison pen, All travellers pre-condemned
Point of origin - Let that sink in
Nothing could be more harrowing
None among us can hide from
The most remarkable machine
Holy birthmarks never fade, Permanent prominently displayed
In all caps it is written - The latest bloodiest testament
None among us surviving
The most remarkable machine
Commands you to be just
And if you can’t be just - Just be.
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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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