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My loves
The Shack is always open
We're keepin' it blazing from sun- up to the sundown
And we are all but patrons
Spirit
Inside the walls, you feel it
A bit of an honesty policy is needed,
'Cause she won't talk!
Misfits
Inhabit the streets out the back
We're certainly putting the sugar in the Shack
They're not gonna steal it
And if you
Decide to come and visit
Be sure to remember your marbles 'cause you'll miss them
It's time to change!
Welcome to our illusion
Take off your shoes and get undressed
Sit and begin to listen
As you slowly become obsessed
My darlings, oh you can find me
At the centre of the colour and mess
Halting, and yet revolting
I hope you find your little stay a success
Be sure to intrigue and impress...
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I feel sick from motion
My body is a ghost
I am jelly on a rollercoaster
When I get distracted
My head is wet, my back bends
At an abnormal angle
But when I think of the gold
At the end of the rainbow I'm lookin' at
I can't stand up straight
That doesn't happen
That muchly, I'm often
As shaky as a potted plant
Ooh, I'm hanging on to sanity
Sure, I'm rickety, shaky knees
God is not the answer
'Cause he just sings and dances
On all of my little problems now
Sweat is getting sweaty
My shivers, I am ready
For anything; JOINT LOCK!
I'm falling down to the ground
It's cold, the children grow old
I still cannot use my legs
This the final chapter
Acceptance is the answer
Just throw me in the trapdoor!
Ooh, I'll sell my soul, come with me
Sure, I'm rickety, shaky knees
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Pickin' a side, on a side, this is my favourite one
Pickin' a side, I'll play it 'til my ears are done
Pickin' a side, on a side, there's not a better one
Spin 'til the gravity crushes my drums
Record spinnin' round the coffee table
Vibrations are the nectar of my hears
Map the highs and lows, the waves are frequent
I cannot figure out the combination!
Pickin' a side, on a side, this is my favourite one
Pickin' a side, I'll play it 'til my ears are done
Pickin' a side, on a side, there's not a better one
Spin 'til the gravity crushes my drums
Vinyl is the canvas of the planet
Wicker in the basket of my dear
Forgotten melodies can be discovered
Just come into the land of exploration
If you listen, the man is in the rhythm
Listen in hard, he's living underneath your skin
He's not bad, he plays the tune, you're listening...
Pickin' a side, on a side, this is my favourite one
Pickin' a side, I'll play it 'til my ears are done
Pickin' a side, on a side, there's not a better one
Spin 'til the gravity crushes my drums
Honey, sugar and lime
Aromatic, tasting like the finest of wines
Honey, and cyanide
Acid lips with a penchant for rhetorical shit
Oh, why?
Honey, her greatest fear
Failure assails her, remember it's all between her ears
Honey, clove and spice
She said it's wet, why don't you come get dry over here?
Well, what are you waiting for?
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It's a matter of the matter here
Of the latter, it's not so convoluted but
Lots of chatter in nature 'bout
A kind of opposite end of funky energy
In Magellan's Cloud
In Magellan's!
If you were to pull,
I'll be here to push you back
For all that was
Will return to that
It's a matter of the matter here
Of the latter, it's not so convoluted but
Lots of chatter in nature 'bout
A kind of opposite end of funky energy
In Magellan's Cloud
In Magellan's!
If you were to pull,
I'll be here to push you back
For all that was
Will return to that
It's a matter of the matter here
Of the latter, it's not so convoluted but
Lots of chatter in nature 'bout
A kind of opposite end of funky energy
And across the ocean, you know
You can see it in the waves that break
And across the plains, wise men
With no names are slave to the ground that shakes
And up high in the purple sky
You can see it in the eagle's flight
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Spent my dough on eggs and toast
I'm broken in the money department
Banks are rippin' off my friends
I knew it, I knew they blew it, I knew it
People drive their quick cars
In the the right lane, and they blame the cocaine
But they can't see past their giant mortgage
Oh the boredom, it's got 'em!
Pretty dental plan on the overhead
Quit my second job, now I'm probably dead
Can't afford food for my friend's cat
I'm patching up my clothes like a gypsy, man
Try to save a dollar wherever I can
But the people always say...
It's only money!
Young and limber, cold in winter
I don't care, I'm happy in a jumper
Basic comforts aren't my focus
Wait, I got no money for a jumper!
Rich men, fat lines
Feasting on the good times, acid wealth is fine
Leave me with the homeless guys
At least they know how to have a good time!
Pretty dental plan on the overhead
Quit my second job, now I'm probably dead
Can't afford food for my friend's cat
I'm patching up my clothes like a gypsy, man
Try to save a dollar wherever I can
But the people always say...
That deep and aged Shiraz is your mama's milk
Try to mow a lawn when you're wrapped in silk
I don't think you can
Eat a gourmet pizza on a Friday night
Caviar and lobster every other night
BUT THE FISH ARE DEAD...
It's only money!
Worst in my existence is
A longing for a higher kind of purpose
Stuck in limbo, feelin' weird
Your metal is feeling worthless in my coinpurse
Workin' tired dusty bones
Are grown, thrown and shown a new home
Dickens nailed it and they hate it,
Fuck it, you know I do it 'cause I love it!
Pretty dental plan on the overhead
Quit my second job, now I'm probably dead
Can't afford food for my friend's cat
I'm patching up my clothes like a gypsy, man
Try to save a dollar wherever I can
But the people always say...
That deep and aged Shiraz is your mama's milk
Try to mow a lawn when you're wrapped in silk
I don't think you can
Eat a gourmet pizza on a Friday night
Caviar and lobster every other night
BUT THE FISH ARE DEAD!
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released August 24, 2019