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The Raft

by Zane Brune

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1.
hearty laughs dry outside in the rain short horror gores the sleeping window panes I drink my glass unbeknownst to thee wild winds raging all around the willow tree He's mad bad and dangerous A tad sad but crazy to and fro He's mad bad and dangerous to know somewhere, up there in the mist glowing stovetops glisten over lost chairs He leaned over for one more kiss then he vanished like a sneeze in the air He's mad bad and dangerous A tad sad but crazy to and fro He's mad bad and dangerous to know he's a mover, he's a shaker and he likes to fight hardly one person can sleep at night when all these F bombs and H bombs making it too bright surreptitiously the mind does play tricking the masses on some digital day he is sad for the crying in the streets he is mad for lying when the people shout at thee he is sick of having one more baby born of disease he is human, he is something he is rattled like a snake he is lost and he is loving but he always makes mistakes He's mad bad and dangerous A tad sad but crazy to and fro He's mad bad and dangerous to know He's mad bad and dangerous A tad sad but crazy to and fro He's mad bad and dangerous to know
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Back beats playing and Con men saying I got the best to offer you for free Jackrabbit car keys and The rampaging honey bees Go looking for some trouble When they fall down on their knees and say Get me outta here, I can't live no more God damn supplements And Horse drawn elephants Go back to Ipanema With their red shoes on Tarantino and Boss Bambino Play poker at the table As they steal from Dino and they say Get me outta here, I can't live no more Cherry red lickers Play the picnic pickers And love them in With an offbeat tune Matty does the horse race Carl has a long face Jack pays up to get a little taste and they say Get me outta here, I can't live no more Prima Donna Saw a hot wet sauna With the little blue towels And the man shouts man Jacked up spices Have long enticements In a covert mission With many vices Get me outta here, I can't live no more
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Promise Land 02:57
Bottle full of whiskey and a pack-o-smokes God I hope to Jesus that Bridget don't choke Ridin' in the backseat of a Lincoln continental Riley takes a drag while he's lookin' out the window God I hope to Jesus that we get there soon My mind's about to pop like a giant red balloon My boss had called me up and told me I was canned seven days later we reached the promise land Living off the alley with a Cuban lit cigar Jackson plays some poker when we ride up in our car piles filled with rubbish An umbrella and a bat Charlie takes a drag, man He's a real cool cat God I hope to Jesus that we get there soon My mind's about to pop like a giant red balloon My boss had called me up and told me I was canned seven days later we reached the promise land Oh Lordy, Lordy Have mercy on me The devil sneaks around us with curiosity The band told the crowd get the hell up on your feet Patty pulled a gun and she pointed it at me God I hope to Jesus that we get there soon My mind's about to pop like a giant red balloon My boss had called me up and told me I was canned seven days later we reached the promise land Oh Lordy, Lordy Have mercy on me
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you may be smart, you may be wise don't give up your right to exercise your freedom of speech and freedom of prose/lies live your life thats and how it goes don't be part of some bad religion who destroys another with lack of vision your crooked or straight standing by the gates don't be the bait to the corporate hate of our times Blend together, we are all just human give a listen, no one is superhuman for you, you know whats good and whats bad a life worth living is not to be sad who will ring you dry and extract your scorn human feelings of warmth and love is torn listen to your heart not the skies above do what you love and enjoy yourself don't let anyone take that away or if not, don't listen to me who am I to say that you, my love, are free? What's the life just like all the others Your born, you live, you die and discover You love, you hate, you, kid, you cry but time in time the one will realize that we all are just human, so lets blend together and give a listen, no one is super, no one is human No one should tell you whats good or bad but the love in your heart that brightens the bad too big to hide, too shy to pry so removing the veil will only deny what my mind and your mind is separated by nothing but racism, corporations, and lies Careers are fine and family too but only if thats what you love to do If you wanna roam free and see from street view thats as good as anyone would have made you do forget the kids, forget the wife, the red white and blue the peril of life Be kind, don't hate, adventure, bless, and don't sorrow do not wait for your tomorrow to bring brighter days it will never be as great as they say it will be soon only you can awake and your brothers will too we all are just human, so lets blend together and give a listen, no one is super, no one is human No one should tell you whats good or bad but the love in your heart that brightens the bad too big to hide, too shy to pry so removing the veil will only deny what my mind and your mind is separated by nothing but racism, corporations, and lies
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Ah well 13 days and I'll be gone Taken away from my lover's arms Going' out east where the crops grow tall Prepare yourself for the big dark fall I'm falling out of this world falling out of my true love's calling I'm leaving home, and I won't be back 700 men, all look like lumberjacks A new way of life, a new way of style I'll soon be guided down the long green mile I'm falling out of this world falling out of my true love's calling Prepare the way for Jesus' flame He'll be back again soon I say Heed my warnings and ignore my laws Prepare yourself for the big dark fall I'm falling out of this world falling out of my true love's calling How can I leave this world behind 700 men are waving their signs Go home now before its too late and wait 'til I see you near the white pearly gates I'm falling out of this world falling out of my true love's calling
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Gun In Hand 04:21
Hello there, I’m not waiting to be serviced It’s just a matter of moments ‘til the master becomes a novice It happens so quick, It makes the good food taste bland And try so hard to make sure you don’t get canned And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man It only feeds the need to have violence in the land I’m sittin’ in a diner called Marie’s Country Kitchen It’s just a feelin’ that I can’t stop itchin’ You have to stop yourself until you just can’t stand it And wearin’ that mask like some old crazy bandit And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man It only feeds the need to have violence in the land And now you’ve done it Now she’s on the floor There a rose on her cheek and blood running to the door I called to the doctor saying I have one down I looked up upon her colorful Latin gown He said wait a minute son you’ve only been lying Take another look at her she ain’t really dying And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man It only feeds the need to have violence in the land Oh my God, I said “Is this the one?” That has been having all the fun In my dreams, she would frolic Instead she ended up as some old alcoholic And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man It only feeds the need to have violence in the land And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man It only feeds the need to have violence in the land And that gun in your hand, It doesn’t make you a man It only feeds the need to have violence in the land I just can’t stand
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Bus Stop 03:08
Hey man, pardon me Can I trouble you for some bus fare I tell you, It ain't fair The way people end up on the streets I've been waiting here all day And I still got to get something to eat Everyone dressing heavy But I'm dressing light The deli has quit giving out samples Don't know what I'm going to do tonight That was my only source of food sometime and I'm lucky I'm not getting sued By one of them big shots For intruding on their space And scorning their children With the dirt/blood on my face And show a gangly smile that Doesn't much light up the place what a disgrace Ive been to my family and my vine Where am I going now Where have I got to go May as well take a pen And spin me around again And toss it over there And know that's where I'm going to People watch me When they walk the boulevard With judgmental eyes and a weary sight, Trying to make out what they see before me And what had become of me from heights so hight I came to a crash Blistering brilliance among the wreck and the hash Up at Johnny Rand's She'll be happy to see me So, please, give me some money So I can hop right on this bus here and take my sweet time
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The Raft 06:09
I feel as though I am floating on a man-made craft in the middle of the ocean Waves crash into me, but I still stand Floating. Drifting into nowhere but the deep blue Rushing waters sound as if all the noises of the world have collided and are rejoicing in my existence Who am I? Why am I here? Suffering to torment others with my fear God! God! Save me from this wretched desert I plead my soul in your name. I do not always. I am not always faithful Everyday is bright and gloomy, every night is dark and mischievous I love the rain. It loves me Terror courses through these veins, I do not tell a word People are people They don't get it. I don't get it. No one gets it. It is me and Only me on this raft Alone What guides me? Am I being guided? To hell with everyone's deception I am peace incarnate Several days of the summer year are the blackest. As black as my explosive heart It is dying I have never felt such an emotion as I do with these characters of my imagination They do what I want to and that's that. Not always Never. It may be lies but truth is what haunts me at night. Truth is the divine eradicator Lies are warm as the blanket I do have but no one to share it with. Seagulls glide, they will die I hurt I hurt with the pain of loving humanity and hating thyself Why must you go? Why must you hate me? I love you I don't know anymore What is inside me is organic, not stone I will soon invert into oblivion and so will you, my friend Lost Lonely The sea air makes me sick. And so does my reflection What big fish lies beneath my humble platter waiting to gobble me up? Is there anything down there? Am I the bottom? Twisted and mixed up. I know it I'm starving. It is for the best, though The raft will one day break, I can't float forever I'm so afraid Terror The sea could be painful The drug that wipes away those feelings but ultimately brings them I wouldn't know It could be swarming with microbes, no one to lend a hand. I must work for myself Become myself The five senses embrace what is ahead, but the sixth sense does not. The imagination is fear Fear is imagination Tormenting me now, Great Beast of the open! I am having such a time, now! I must depart from these waters to become a new And join my brethren in the knowledge of the sky
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ah, he sits by the table with a cup of coffee ah, scratch that its a bottle of whiskey bathing in the moonlight, waiting softly thinking of the words he's gonna say in the daytime oh shit! Fuck! the tables turned again too drunk to stop now, too drunk to begin so he grasps, and gasps, and sneers to his girlfriend sitting on the floor, passing gas and laughing aaargh, he says sitting in the chair, glaring to the pair the beasts are calling, baby, go and do your hair here we go, fingers swindling to the beat now rocking of thoughts flowing endlessly in a drunken stupor-y ah, this wicked life its too cool for you guys, see I and I ain't gotta do nothing, I'm always free to die Its me going out, bar flying against the pavement, the lucky old ones come knocking, looking for he who me?, not me, I ain't never did anything my stories and poetry, the briskness and the climb the me within me, its all been one hell of a ride sickly little henry ain't never done anything but sending in all my stories, I am king of the little magazines she washes her ass by the sink, I go to the kitchen to get a drink, what ya wanna do tonight, darling? I said with spite, "you wanna go out, or love me all night?" Ah, i'm too tired to take a piss, sitting here has gotten me all in a fit, maybe I'll read her something, to soothe my aching face Baby, come here, listen, take heed, make haste here we go fingers, to and fro, my type has gotten to be slightly grungy I sent in all my letters while hearing that sweet hot water music parody all I got in return was "Old man, you better stick it" and the beer flow is slowing, I know, I know, dear, I'll get to it I can hear you all the time, all the time, hear your fuckin voice baby, don't you know who I am, don't you know what I've seen I am king of the little magazines
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Raw Tonic 02:55
the night's already gone morning sun will rise hardships will all come downtime at the same time time slips away like a drink thats run dry raw tonic for the man with the moon in his eye days turn into weeks weeks bleed into years but some things I feel will keep me from my peers like a drunk without his glass and a dog without a bone raw tonic for the man who walks this road alone time slips away like a drink thats run dry raw tonic for the man with the moon in his eye aging like a hound left out in the rain the bull becomes the fighter and the man becomes the game in a quite little room solidarity confined of love and of religion intertwined with scum of rye and time slips away like a drink that has run dry raw tonic for a man with the moon shining in his eye raw loving for the soul raw seeking for the sight raw giving unto other plights raw taking in its prime raw shaving off the deadened weight raw piercing of the mind raw forgiving for the men who surely have done their time and time slips away like a drink that has run dry raw tonic for a man with the moon shining in his eye
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you know, sin and all that brightened down like trickle rain hooded on the hilltops of Teinamen square Beatles busted and bent over from hips hopping up and down the pike, dreaming of soul like a lost lovers' quarrel and empties it's light without it defines the night you know, sin and all that seeps out into the brine empty soul box ringing like a bell under the hood and this and that and skin and fat the greasy gargoyle's good paper deaths, a scrambled mess of unlaid trespass lie the misty fog inside the bog where unto planes were they the dessert heat is so damn sweet and rollin in the hay cause you know, sin and all that half full glass, tall and thin drink it all up, baby wash away your sins
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Life is hard, that's what you learn be a good boy, wait your turn Do your best, build a nest when you got the money, honey you're like all the rest Don't go sailing that boat around you might not make it, back to town cheer up, laddy, puff out your chest when you got the money, honey you're like all the rest Sing-sing, sing-a-long when did you notice, sumpin' was wrong daddy's gone, mama, too stop your crying, don't you be blue I was there, when he came He didn't bother to catch your name I'm sorry son don't play with guns You shot him down, 2 in the chest when you got the money, honey you're like all the rest He's telling you, follow rules be a good boy, and go to school think like me, be like them always be straight, don't smoke hemp was it right, was it a test? when you got the money, honey you're like all the rest Sing-sing, sing-a-long when did you notice, sumpin' was wrong daddy's gone, mama, too stop your crying, don't you be blue was it right, was it a test? when you got the money, honey you're like all the rest
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What do you know about love Said the girl with the pretty blue tattoo Stop and think about someone Who wasn't very kind to you, no Stop and wonder why, you get angry About things that don't really matter, baby love her for what she is don't give two shits about others she has slept with lo lo lo lo low and behold dirt is not made out of gold you gotta just let her go Maybe someone new will show up down the backstreets, in the moonlight Squealing tires, friends ,and firefights I wanna live forever you know there lives are out of sight No more can we go, back in time live up to yours if you'd live up to mine Be a human on your own time She's a grisly as she can be she's as sweet as a honey bee, oh on the radio, she could never talk to me lo lo lo lo low and behold dirt is not made out of gold you just gotta let her go Maybe someone new will show up
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You've had me again For the last time you can take my heart but you can't take my soul You'll see me again for the last time You can see my eyes but you can't see my love You know it's true but you still do All those things that give you pleasure and guilt You will have to wait I've decided your fate I can write a new song telling all the world that you're blue and me too you had me at your smile when I died you had me when I followed but you lied you had me when the times got really bad You said you needed me but I've seen other friends you've had

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"If Richard Hell met Brion Gysin and set sail to Humble Pie."

"Ethereal radio for an adjunct disc jockey."

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released February 26, 2016

* All tracks by Zane Brune - Vocals, Keyboards, Loop Pedal, Percussion, Production
* Session and affiliate musicians, "The Blue Tunes" - Electric Guitars, Bass Guitar, Drums, Backing Vocals, Horns, Percussion
* Vocal artifacts by Patti Smith (Reading), Iggy Pop (Interview), Ken Nordine (Ms. Cone), Nick Cave (Reading), Leonard Cohen (Reading), Jack Kerouac (Reading), and Hunter S. Thompson (Recording) used in the production of some tracks.

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Zane Brune Chicago, Illinois

"Zane Brune embodies the perfect compromise between a edgy rock and roll lifer and a elusive song-writer with his own unique language and expressions. Borrowing from the vast vernacular of rock, pop, soul and alternative, Brune swings from light to darkness seamlessly and frantically within a playlist that feels like a inner travel within the most remote corners of the human psyche." ... more

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