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Founders' Blues
02:54
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I run the roads 'cause I know best. Leave the highway for to get my rest. Sleeping o'er the meeting house and dream of who tastes best. I come to town and I know best. I greet the day on my two legs. Slide my arms inside these red and grey tails. Push the window open, find the reverend up and dressed. I fear the Lord, but I know best. I clean the floor and stay a day. (All laid out, all laid out.) Slip in your room, lay my hands on your frame (all laid out, all laid). Daughter come and die for me, protesting less and less. Close your eyes, I'll do the rest. Midnight comes and it's the best. (All laid out, all laid out.) Stare the stars at me, the moon to ingest, (all laid out, all laid). Leave the untold buried in a sack where no one guessed (all laid out, all laid out), and take the ride that runs the best. I'll take the ride that runs the best (all laid out, all laid). I'll take the ride that runs the best (all laid out, all laid). I take the ride that runs the best.
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Come and See
05:15
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There's a boy on the creekside, gaunt and bitten in the wing. He'd raise a short, deaf from shellfall, taking care. See the gore on his bootshine where he's singing in the reeds. He's borne the cold, bore it often. He's wading in. He never wanted to be anything more, he's always known these sins for reasons. Beat the box and skip the crown, they fought the ground, they fought the ground. All the sighing tenderfoots, so many jars of Baal. What they'd seen in cosmoline, all justified and justifying. "Unto others..." scribed into their golden tomes from home. But he never wanted to be anything more, he's only known this bellum ritum. He's singing! I give you hard felt reliquary, I give you heartfelt cat o' nines. I give you something to love. I give you blood-drained television, I give you blood-stained son of mine. I give you something to love. Wasted time, he's wasted all the time. The forwards breech the line; he's waiting to fall. Porous, the northern forests, ever moving through. I beat the pall, recall it's all I do. I've raced these boys around the col'mbines, a lie that they never really wanted to follow, they never wanted to go this far. It's all I want to sing! Hey-yo, oh-no! Strike all the way! Strike! Oh-no, oh-no! It's your golden anniversary! O Eris, I show my sons around! O Ares, I show my boys around! I give you heartfelt reliquary, I give you pogroms genuine. I give you something to love. (I give 'em all, I give 'em names...) I give you blood-stained television, I give you all partition line. (I give 'em all, I give 'em fame...) I give you hard reigns and fallbacks, again. I give you something to love. (You all will sing again!) I give you bones, veins of blood, brains, and okay okay okay okay.
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Goliath Lumber Co.
03:31
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Say the day is coming around when all the sky will again work the same. Feel a place in the ground where the mounds of all the chips, teeth, and ashes can fade. And we never wasted water like that until you helped up this come-along town. We never had such a throng in the shacks until you sought out our timberlands, found the long boughs. We people wanted back-twisting fields; we didn’t know how to clear it away. So you manned us a saw to greenback the days, our jawbones wondering, thundering, plundering, We can stay! Say the day is coming around when all this land will again be lost in shade. Feel a place in the skull where the sounds of all the saws, ax, and mattocks remain. And we never wasted tears like that until you pulled out this come-along town. We never made such a throng in the sack until you pulled out the lumber and boughs. ('hio! 'hio!) We people had our back-twisting fields. We didn’t know what to what to say when you took back your saws, left a black burning tract, our jawbones wondering, wondering, thundering what to say. We saw it now. Wish I could say I saw the coming of these days. From rot-timber ages, the leaves in green garlands fell, in green garlands fell.
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Fox Apts. California
New band, three mates. Debut album "Omen" out April 7th 2023, produced by Mitch Easter and Fox Apts., mastered by Greg Calbi. Press inquires to bill@teamclermont.com
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