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Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not fropm me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at Dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you dig it Love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying, hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm takin cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer

Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not fropm me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at Dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you dig it Love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying, hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm takin cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer

Do you remember giving me your number And your address too Do you remember videos of thunder Can't ignore you Come sweetly watch your step and shudder I thought that you were someone's girl To another empty form of flatter But not from me Hanging with my little sister But you should be Around my house at Dawn for California I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific This song is for you I hope you dig it Love is what you make it But it makes you Just like dying, hell you just can't fake it But it fakes you Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter Faces in a whirl I'm takin cover So what's the reason for all of this clamor Build you with a chisel and a hammer

DOOM COOKIE PART 1 WINTER WINTERTIME The bold and ragged beauty of a winter tree Struck Susan as quite odd as she looked to see A table full of papers but none up to date No chance to glimpse beauty when you're running late A far off police siren pierces through the air But Billy doesn't notice and he doesn't care Sirens don't man nothing in the county jail Doing time's the fine when you can't make the bail In wintertime the sun don't shine The ice it shines the world's unkind An accident just happened out on National Pike Some lady ran a red light sliding through the ice Valentine's Day candy scattered on the street Now my car is totaled and it's raining sleet The windows creak and moan as the wind bears down Whipping through a tree branch lying on the ground The screen door whistles loudly and the yard is froze And me I write a song and I can't feel my toes TIME FOR A CHANGE If you remember me you see Think of the blood pumping through If I remember you playing your kazoo Please remember me If I were you an

THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES PART TWO ABE LINCOLN BLUES Man after man has wilted from the pressure and the stress Man after man has wilted from the pressure and the stress If I can't get me a fighting General I'll put my brains all on my desk I take freedom to give it Oh yes I see the irony I take freedom to give it oh yes I see the irony We're the first ones to really do it right It's all coming down to me All these chumps around me they just don't see what's at stake All these chumps around me they just don't see what's a stake You know that ruling's meant for people Not the whims royalty makes I don't want no epitaph don't want no gravestone by my hand I don't want no epitaph don't want no gravestone by my hand Oh no All I'm really wanting Is to unite this promised land Oh guitar America is Zion she ain't perfect yes I know America is Zion she ain't perfect yes I know But when it comes down to it Where the hell else you gonna go? Four score and seven years that's just a blink in history Four score and seven

THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES PART 1 MOAI (instrumental) FREEDOM AFRICA Freedom Africa I shine on the light I'm a king I walk this land The earth is my gift The spirit flows through me FORT SUMTER BREAKDOWN (instrumental) REBEL STAND Who in the hell do these Lincolnites think they are? Trying to come down on my beloved Stars and Bars Arrogance and cotton is all they think we got But we got fire them Yanks can go to rot I was born in Dixieland I built this house with my two hands And now I take a rebel stand Now what in the hell are these Federals trying to prove? So we seceded we put the Bill Of Rights to use Now I don't give a damn 'bout moldy history But I'll kill me a Yankee because he would kill me If you ask me why I'm fighting It's because you come down here To the land of plenty The skies are blue and clear It's God's country So go the hell back home Or taster my musket My wife and children love me I don't own no slaves I never bothered anyone Nor sent nobody to no grave But now you're pointing guns at me

CANTANKERONUS PART 2 HOME IS HOME No man can catch her eyes She don't think much of guys With their macho bullshit talking trash To her it just ain't funny, man She's made her way to Beta 9 She heard New Earth's a damn good time She's seen it Yet she's coming back again Them love machines are fine for some When you're all filled up with Martian rum With their whizzing gears sometimes Why they seem just like a person But they don't talk and they don't laugh Unless the program tells them to It really ain't spontaneous But most the folk just don't care No man can catch her eye Nor r-600s with custom thighs But loves where you can get it Take that plunge and don't regret it Her eye is roving still Forever, man, it will Every day's an opportunity That's all she wants to see She leaves New Earth alone Might as well go back home At least her home is home Home is home Brendan - bass, engineering, mixing Ryan - drums SHE FOUGHT FOR WHAT On the interstate Charlene was just a rebel Wrong as long as you're the one carryi

CANTANKERONUS PART 1 NOWHERE ONES Fifty damn years on down the road I was driving late at night Under pollution lights But it didn't stop the sun from coming up To interrupt Everything I seen And everyone I known My young self stumbled by Too drunk too wonder why Ain't no stars in the sky for the nowhere ones That never won Beat you black and blue Bleed a drop or two I see it in my sights I glimpse it in the night I don't know what is right for the nowhere ones That never won We're the nowhere ones That just begun THE TALE OF THE EL CAMINO The tale of the El Camino She's waltzing and drafting on air Time and relative dimension in space With a consciousness tied to my hair With the breeding of an overhand punch That pukes up a paisley gold flight In the form of a youthful arachnid Opportunity's also called plight Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet Straightening the hill flattening the curve Doing it all night and day Okay Some say that the car has a conscience Some simply say that she's a tru

TRAVELOGUE THE EAST PART 2 TRAPPED The scene is the Chinese island of Chin Pau. Billy's defeated, Johnny's disappeared, and Troubadour has kidnapped Charlene. We slow fade to an unreadable Comanche warrior lounging in an opium den in the far east, discarded, disavowed, relinquished, abandoned...trapped. Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass, guitar, engineering, mixing Andy - drums CONSEQUENCE Consequence smolders and trembles She fills my lungs Disappears when I lose reality Maybe choke on my tongue Let's rock let's roll It feels so good to give in Reason is a tumor Live for now Because tomorrow is a rumor Let's rock let's roll Dyin' can't be too bad 'Cause life is sweet sweet death Cry havoc and surrender With a halting breath Let's rock let's roll dAVE - GUITARS AND VOCALS bRIAN - BASS, ENGINEERING, MIXING aNDY - DRUMS AND PERCUSSION DIG UP THE TRENCH My teeth feel funny and I'm alone And I am writhing white with foam Can't restore it averagely I can't freeze it illogically I can't take it it takes me I ca

TRAVELOGUE THE EAST PART 1 BLOOD Roam, suckers, roam through the markets of Chin Pau With you races full of hope and your pockets full of dollars Roam, suckers, roam with the freedom of life blood Sucking face with grace in a love that's blessed by turmoil Mourn, sucker, mourn 'cause you spit on family blood And you turned your back on Momma, she never turned her back on you Mourn, sucker, mourn with your shoulder slinging nine And that bullet by your heart which your brother broke on purpose Roam, sucker, roam Laugh, sucker, laugh, 'cause revenge is blood that boils And the reason why it is is the reason why we're here Laugh, sucker, laugh 'cause your life's a twisted mess Let's look back in anger to how we got here Roam, sucker, roam Oh, precious blood Relinquishing its hold on what's to be Oh precious blood New day rising bloody still blood still bloody still Blood flows through our veins Dave - vocals, guitars Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering PROUD TO LOVE YOU I'm

TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 2 AMERICA I been looking for America in rock and roll and football And right now I can't tell stories coz I feel distant from you all Merging mergers fund the way confusing and too mindless The money man's greed bloodies hand an appendage of the spineless On a mountain a lone banjo player wails He's toothless and all moonshined up The ancient bluesman joins him for a solo Together they just puke it up There ain't no money in forgiveness unless you're already famous Not none of us not me or you not one of us is blameless A culture built on jealousy of those who we're protecting They hate us and we hate them our effigy they're erecting One world minus one is all we got The banjo player doesn't care at all The ancient bluesman slides into the bridge The tempo slows to an ungodly crawl Yeah The banjo burns the mountains to the delta The guitar summons hurricanes by thought The public eats it up online like vultures What is sold is what is lost is bought America's a goddess with her heel on

TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 1 OPEN ROAD I want an open road I want to drive away But nobody got a second chance Giving up too fast I want to play my hand But nobody got a second chance I Will crawl to you I will die for you But I warn you I cry too I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud A tune that's meant to drown another's pain I need an open road I got to fly away 'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane What'd you say to me Oh why can't I see What's so goddamn wrong with me Oh why can't I see Break it down I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom I want an open book I got to write my story true So the end won't ever no never come too soon Dave - guitar and vocal Brendan - bass, production Ryan - drums ROAM, SUCKER, ROAM Running away from no place Turning away from god's grace Constantly getting outpaced Roam, sucker, roam Running away to nowhere Pay a toll to get there Wet and cold and laid bare Roam sucker roam A twenty dolla

THE CULT PART 2: THE VACUUM LOVE & HATE Love and hate Congregate Celebrate Love and Hate THE BALLAD OF DAWN AND REMOTE CONTROL Dawn don't feel so good 'Cause nothing's understood And she's been wasting time And she's been forced to find a new time Barely holding on Tracking footsteps in the rain Of a darkness spawned Never going home again She's insane Midnight's broken The highway's spoken "I don't have a soul" Thought Remote Control Heaven's cruelest joke Crossroads sign is broke Dawn breathes reprieves Remote just leaves Dawn burns best at night When she feels it's right From her flows a glory Hellkind's meanest story Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control Knows that she's there just to play her role Naked oozing love she becomes night Leaves her drooling walks out through the night To the show Remote Control never will wake up Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt Become one with everything and sing Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings To the show FREAKS IN THE MAINSTREAM She's reading Dharma Bums Prea

THE CULT PART 1: REVIVAL WON'T YOU COME BACK HOME The sun really ain't too bright but I got to squint to see anyway Sleeping in a stranger's car I jerk when it starts to sway I said "I'm just in from Jerusalem I'm just in from the sun" A six string in a gunny sack I'm looking to have some fun I been high every single night Won't you come back home with me And won't you try to be with me tonight Won't you come back home with me So I strolled up to the bar I said "I'll play if I can drink for free" The bartender started to laugh hell the whole place was staring at me So I pulled out my black Les Paul I said "You better give me some room." I put my fingers down on the strings and I proceeded to sonic boom When I was done the bartender smiled he said "We knew you'd come our way We heard lots of stories 'round here stuff we're afraid to say." I said that I was just doing my job trying to make my guitar bleed I got my sack and I walked on out and I recited the Apostle's Creed chorus Dave - guitars and vocals Brian

05  ...When we did it in my living room...or dining room. 10  Yeah, that's crazy. 15  Just do the normal two seconds. 20  (sniff grunt) 25  But it's just a different order now. 30  There's the big fluffy kind of fuzzy tone on the Les Paul. 35  Uh, lifting your legs up like this? 40  We played with him. 45  The Festival Of Fertility 50  ...Stuff with the chords and not any riff things. 55  How much is that costing them?

05  So it starts off with Andy's nice little beautiful percussion 10  You know how like they do in musicals? 15  I didn't get that shit. 20  Time heals all wounds and wounds all heals. 25  Now we have traffic. 30  They just had too much going on, man. 35  We're going to have to do something about your cursing, young man. 40  The sunken city off the coast of Cuba. 45  G major is the same solo as E minor. 50  ...and I get out of my car... 55  I can't remember the damn root at all. 60  Got all the weird little things. 65  Is that where he shops? 70  This sounds cool when you slow it down.

THE WAR PART 2: DAWN CITY FRONT LINE Dig it murder's suicide alright Suck it stubbornness is pride inside Fuck it breathing nitrogen again Shoot it war's a pathogen my friend I feel patricidal won't you come and slow my world? Here now downright tribal won't you come and slow my world I been laid low I been can't go I been fathomed out Where's my peep hole drenched in trench low is the highest bout I'd surrender or pretend or not to kiss the mud Blood and lice and smoke and lice and dying in the crud goddammit Only oceans fear and oceans beach to desert stretch There's a line around the earth to fucking heave and wretch Every single goddamn walker's fighting in this war Men and women all religions not the rich but poor goddammit I am drenched in pouring rain Maybe I have gone insane Only feeling here is pain Everything I do's in vain Right now I just want to die Take a chance and try to fly Depression has doused my soul I have lost all my control Depression cradle me depression soothe me Solve everything viol

THE WAR PART 1: ATLANTIS THE WAR OVERTURE (inst) Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion Ian - mastering MELTDOWN When the world started turning and it set to up and burning All the freedom of a megalopolis The United States was bleeding and the populace was pleading For a living breathing old sarcophagus Well she took to warring constantly for fossil fuels and Jesus And the lies of often civilated songs Turned the Middle East to glass and turned her back on her repast And said the Bill Of Rights is motherfucking wrong, bitch God bless America god bless America Land of the free and the home of the letdown In the meantime out in Asia got a market euthanasia Got it humming drumming economically Tried collecting all her debts the US wouldn't take the bet And said "fuck off" all rather pedantically For the world that was War Four 'cause III was knocking at the door And the history sputtered sporadically In the chaos that ensued after wars for god and crude The secon

05  You guys were so tripping. 10  Holy shit! 15  I was very comfortable with doing three albums a year. 20  This is also the first song I did acting instead of a solo at the end. 25  ...Tripping balls animation with regular stuff. 30  I think it's been, like, four years. 35  It's like the Who...STEVE EARLE! 40  Highway home is the orphan. 45  ...Aah, sweet, sweet bass line. 50  I'm happy to have been a part of it, you know? 55  I was trying to be, like, "Ballad Of a Thin Man."

05  I thought we were listening to the thing. 10  This is still just the Elvis narrator. 15  Look how big it is! 20  That's fucking awesome! 25  Look, a hard topped jeep. 30  This was always one of my favorites. 35  I'm in charge. 40  Let me tell you what there's two dumb rednecks in a Ram next to me. 45  This a good one too. 50   Is that ironical? 55  I made omelets this morning. 60  Play it at Chuck E Cheese on the jukebox? 65  Just today. 70  I watch YouTube sometimes with mi iPad at work.