1. |
Just Begun
03:52
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Our treasuries are empty but our prison are full
Sending down sunshine sealed in tin cans.
Our soldiers are tired with explosions behind their eyes
Flinching at fireworks at the 4th of July.
Oooooh it's almost over. It's just begun.
Our brains are wired but our communities are split.
With walls, gates, and cameras spreading distrust....
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2. |
Scared As Hell
03:26
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I was scared as hell at what's under the ocean
Maybe it'll swim up and devour me.
And i was scared at what was hovering up in the sky.
Maybe it'll come crashing down at me.
And if you're scared as hell you should sing with me.
When i was just a kid i got in trouble for what i did.
But the teachers never learned what they others did to me.
They promised me fire and brimstone would be my torturous destiny.
But i didn't believe in their fucked up fantasy.
And if you don't believe in hell you should sing with me.
When i was young i thought starlings flew into space
and became stars. It made perfect sense to me.
But now i know better even though i don't know shit.
So here i go into the thick of it.
I'm scared as hell at what's over the horizon
Scared at what the future will bring to me.
Maybe i'll succeed, or fall flat on my face.
I'm so scared right now i'm not doing anything.
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3. |
Sleep When I Talk
03:30
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Walking up to the library i saw a honeybee.
I was amazed because i thought the cell phones chased them all away.
To a better place.
Maybe the honeybees know more than me,
As do the birds that scream warnings in the morning.
"Winter is coming!"
Sometimes i sleep when i talk. Sing when i walk and when i feel dumb
I sing when i talk, sleep when i walk and when i feel numb.
I took a pipe and smoked it at the zoo
Mused with the spotted owls and the alligators.
And the iguanas too...
Why are intentions so easy to misconstrue
And why do people in this life think that we're just passing through?
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4. |
Ska Song
03:32
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I wanna be the sound that lulls you to sleep.
When life has got you restless and grinding your teeth
I wanna be the THC swirling around your head
When life's got you miles away from your bed
I wanna be the relaxing evening commute
That's devoid of passengers and cops in pursuit.
I wanna be the streetlights that guide your way home
That ward off all the shysters and make you feel less alone.
I wanna be that dog eared page that takes your mind away
To a temporary escape.
I wanna be your favorite store and maybe i can help you find
What your looking for.
Well you know i'm sleeping less, you know i'm doing more.
I don't know why but someone once said.
"When you're in love you sleep less, you do more, because reality is more sweeter than your dream."
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5. |
Ode To Pizza Delivery
02:57
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My squealing brakes and my engine make a horrible noise
It goes nananananana
The walk-in and the oven make a shitty racket.
It goes nananananana
The customers on the phone, speak in monotone.
They go nananananana
We forgot your pepperoni pizza, garlic bread, and soda.
So nananananana.
From early in the morning to 2 o' clock at night
It goes nananananana
Need to get out of town this wasted life has got me down
It goes nananananana.
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6. |
Jazz Song
05:49
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I wanna stop the bombs from dropping but i'm ordinary
Stripped from my voice it's like screaming in space
Or getting lost out to sea.
There's something in the water
There's something in the air
I read something in the paper.
Serveillance everywhere/But no one seems to care.
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7. |
Bermuda Triangle
03:40
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I'll find it someday through the murky water and the fog
The way to keep my mind off my mind.
It's elusive as a Loch Ness Monster.
The solution pitches away from my grasp.
Like those five planes that disappeared.
With no wreckage to find.
We'll blame it on the Bermuda Triangle.
Sometimes i lock logic away
Like the MJ-12 documents
That Eisenhower might've signed
Back in 1952.
And like the extraterrestrials
That the gov't locked away.
I'll retreat in this darkened room and file away some misery.
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8. |
Write This Life
03:57
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Too many plot holes and predictable stories.
Feeling foolish for falling for the same old
Endings that tie up the loose ends so nicely.
Endings that let me fall asleep so soundly.
And i wish i had the guts.
To say. "I'll be the only one there when i die."
"So don't tell me how to write this life."
Infinite words on infinite pages
At least they haven't put lasers on the cages
That keep me right there where you want me.
Your justification makes me sleep less soundly.
Can you hear that ringing now?
It's not a car alarm, it's not a cellular phone.
It's just the voice in your head telling you how.
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9. |
Toxic Nuclear Sugar Rot
03:26
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I've been running on someone else's time
Pacing around the mazes in my mind
Reciting the same old scripted, stagnant, static lines.
I've been sitting on my own time.
Mildew on the walls, Stand clear of the doors.
People crammed inside
But no one looks alive.
Enslaved by the elite
who use workers backs as footstools
While we fight for our right to be.
We're still wading through the mess of corporate bellicoseness
Our immune systems are shot
Toxic, nuclear, sugar rot.
Stoic hero severed by circumstancial wrought
If that's what it said on the top.
It would've been the first paper i bought.
It's ticking slowly but it's running out....
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10. |
Songs About The Weather
03:35
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I see the grass taking back its home
between these cracked sidewalks.
It hasn't given up so why should i.
Even though it's been cut down a million times.
It'll be back there next spring, just pollenating.
And singing songs about the weather
How it may never get any better
So lets plant ideas in peoples' brains
So they don't lose hope and rot away.
I see the vines creeping up the buildings.
I see the pigeons cooing and conspiring.
One day these humans will all be gone.
And as the class war is consuming.
I see people are still proving.
No one in this world should have to starve.
Hearing news about the weather
And how it may never get any better
So lets plant ideas in peoples' brains
So they don't lose hope and rot away.
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11. |
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Another bridge another county line.
Someone put up this sign.
After someone named this land after someone else they knew.
I see America passing by, like a train whistling through the night.
Carrying various supplies to the end of the line.
But i don't hear the train roll around anymore.
The highway's unique stops have become chained up stores.
The musical identity has become a commodity
Like a can of peas, 20% for free.
News reports and coffee at 9.
At 10 someone else will realize.
That they've awoken from their American dream.
And that hollow acquisition is not what you need.
Another bridge another bus ride home.
Someone won't get off the phone
And the river passing by is like a paragraph from a settler's tome.
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12. |
Mortality & Necessity
02:51
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Watching the ticking clock take my time away
Like a tributary trickling down to the Bay
Forging a future malleable as clay
But i feel it drying up every couple of days.
And i know that you feel it too.
Hearing the bridge roar as i swiftly descend.
Stomach's lurching and i'm bracing for impact.
But i end up landing in my bed
Questioning mortality and necessity.
Listen baby stop your cryin' I know that your feeling bad
We can work it out together, figure out what makes you sad.
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I know it's been bad but i'll dig through it again
Gimme forty more snowmageddons
To know that your screams weren't echoing through my head
But they were as loud as a bomb siren.
And how are we supposed to endure?
When the food is stale and the shit isn't pure.
Do we simplify and divide or institutionalize?
Or do we try to learn what we didn't know before?
This land has been stripped from those who shoot from the hip
And we're paying for their processed waste.
And you tried to stay out of the way but they seized your shining day.
So motherfucker why don't you go and snatch it back!
Here two wrongs make a right.
But don't go into the light.
Just stay with me and fight
Till the bombs turn day into night.
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Rainy Day Cacophony Maryland
Rainy Day Cacophony is a constantly shifting cast of musicians playing songs mostly written by Tim Sutton who also sings and
plays the guitar.
The "original" songs are catchy, raw, honest, and sometimes focus on socio-political themes, or don't even focus at all.
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