1. |
Mad Bad And Dangerous
04:13
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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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2. |
Get Me Outta Here
03:20
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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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3. |
Promise Land
02:57
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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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4. |
Blend Together
03:28
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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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5. |
Out Of This World
03:40
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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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6. |
Gun In Hand
04:21
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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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7. |
Bus Stop
03:08
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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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8. |
The Raft
06:09
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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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10. |
Raw Tonic
02:55
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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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11. |
Sin And All That
03:32
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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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12. |
Something's Amiss
03:25
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13. |
Be A Good Boy
03:20
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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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16. |
You Had Me Again
02:19
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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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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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