1. |
Dying Bird
04:30
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got your back against the wall
they spit in your face
tell you that your mom won't be coming home
coughed up all your fears and hate
the poison you ate
in the season that you stayed inside
Hey oh, don't you let them break you down
don't you cry, now don't you cry
until there's not a soul around
then let it rain down
rain, rain down
kiss the bruises on your skin
the beauty within the dying bird
your heart's in a paper sack
they won't give it back
until you take the cigarette burn
Hey oh, don't you let them break you down
don't you cry, now don't you cry
until there's not a soul around
then let it rain down
rain, rain down
toughen up your fists in the sand
hold your breath until you can
withstand the science of abuse
laconic stares of black and blue eyed
sheep among the battered wolves
adorned in red and gold school colors
bleeding into dirty glasses
shiny knives and fake eyelashes
it's coming down
yeah yeah
Hey oh, don't you let them break you down
don't you cry, now don't you cry
until there's not a soul around
Hey oh, don't you let them break you down
don't you cry, now don't you cry
until there's not a soul around
then let it rain down
rain, rain down
rain, rain down
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2. |
Misty Morning
03:24
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In the misty morning
you gave up everything you had
without warning
they took away the things you kept
underneath your bed
in the cigar box that you had fed
your schemes and lucid dreams
and stained glass Catholic epithets
In the misty morning
In the misty morning
an orphan you became again
your children calling
for a mother and a friend
who's drifting aimlessly
through a drip fed silver thread
In the misty morning
In the misty morning
In the misty morning
you gave up everything you had
without warning
they took away the things you kept
underneath your bed
in the cigar box that you had fed
your schemes and lucid dreams
and stained glass Catholic epithets
In the misty morning
in the misty morning
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3. |
Wander Home
02:10
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the harder you try
the more you sink
you taste the salt and sea
standing on the brink
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home
a piece of the pie
is all you want
a happy goodbye
in the parking lot
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home (complete the circle)
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home (complete the circle)
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home
call them on the phone
tell them you're ok
wander home
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4. |
Hello Mr. God
03:59
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Harlots, gay and fornicators
40 virgin instigators waiting for the bus
destination Hell
pick up a rock and throw it
at the girl who's up to her neck in it
had sex before she wed
and now she deserves to die
Hello Mr. God
you look so sad
you're staring at the sun
got your head in your hands
I know you're not to blame
they're killing in your name, they're killing in your name
Hello Mr. God
Barricade your mind
from all the pretty girls and pretty boys
they know not what they do
touching themselves like that
disease will clear the abomination
slow death turns to purification
kill the godless wretch
wash away the stench
Hello Mr. God
you look so sad
you're staring at the sun
got your head in your hands
I know you're not to blame
they're killing in your name, they're hating in your name
Hello Mr. God
eternal life is not that easy
we're in the flesh, we're in the flesh
lay your healing hands upon me
it feels so good to let the light inside
holy suicide, holy suicide
Hello Mr. God
you look so sad
staring at the sun
with your head in your hands
I know you're not to blame
they're killing in your name, they're hating in your name
Hello Mr. God
Hello Mr. God
We know you're not to blame
they're killing in your name
they're killing in your name
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5. |
Insects and Angels
03:19
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What if insects are Angels?
and babies are Devils?
and making love is evil
just like Grandma says
and what if colors are God's candy
Just like Grandma says
are we heaven sent?
confusion is enlightenment
kisses and wishes to be eaten
What if the simple minded are the blessed
and the TV is watching us
and Mickey Mouse is a communist
just like Grandma says
and dogs and cats are aliens
Just like Grandma says
are we heaven sent?
confusion is enlightenment
kisses and wishes to be eaten
Just like Grandma says
are we heaven sent?
confusion is enlightenment
kisses and wishes to be eaten
I take it out
i put it in
and I sink and swim
take it out and I put it in
I sink and swim
and I sink and swim
I sink and swim
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6. |
Cathode Ray
05:03
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Chapter 13 careens
the hero burns but the heroine won't come
track 6 is like pulling teeth
I can't not hear the fluorescent hum
said I'd do it
but nothing could be further from the truth
said I'd do it
I don't want to lose again
the narrative is weak and strained
so i sit here all day and I vegetate
catching cathode rays
nodding off in the bath
floating in a video stream
I can't take much more of this
I never claimed to be a sex machine
said I'd do it
but nothing could be further from the truth
said I'd do it
I don't want to lose again
the narrative is weak and strained
so i sit here all day and I vegetate
catching cathode rays
Shut your dirty old mouth
I'm tired of your big bones and bad breath
keep your tongue to yourself
don't need your negative words
I don't want to lose again
said I'd do it
but nothing could be further from the truth
said I'd do it
I don't want to lose again
the narrative is weak and strained
so i sit here all day and I vegetate
catching cathode rays
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Ellogoods Los Angeles, California
Ellogoods is one of many ongoing and upcoming pet projects attached to the music blog American Pancake. The Addicted and Happy and Littul Bullie EPs are comprised of both old and new home grown recording and demos. All the songs are written by Robb Donker aka Ellogoods. ... more
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