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THE ORPHAN PART 2 FORSAKEN (inst) CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES Gone for good is what I'm getting Death to me's a new direction But I want to make myself just suffer 'Cause shit is all there is Wishing crazy to me through the slumber Slouching closely to restricted thunder Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter So crank it up you fucking whores Let's talk about it The seascape melts into a laughing flower Slathered by gynecologic power Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder And tripping balls just like the savior Crank it up you fucking whores Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums EDGE CITY The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls The seed is spitting it means nothing at all I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets Depression's going to take the edge off of me I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three I'm all fucked up

THE ORPHAN PART 1 TIDALWAVES Silent sound don't mean much to me Silent sound brings out the worst in me I wonder should I lock my door And hide away in my hideaway? Violence found don't mean much to me Violence found beings out the worst in me I wonder should I lock my door And hide away in my hideaway? Hideaways mean a lot to me Tidalwaves bring out the best in me I wonder should I lock my door And hide away in my hideaways? In my hideaway Tidalwaves Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production CJ - drums BRING THE MALL Bring the mall and crash it to it's knees Grow a dozen spineless wheezing trees Circumstance confronted for a buck Scream and rant and yell "what the fuck" Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down Boil it up frustration with its sauce Arguments excelsior with the boss Trade a name and number and a look Fish a corpse out of the country brook Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down Maybe, man,

05  They're all mixed up together. 10  "In the Butt" off of DREAD PIRATE. 15  As someone who understands the benefits of psychedelic drugs... 20  ...And I had a direct signal. 25  The boogie woogie. 30  Deep philosophical grilled cheese. 35  This is so radio friendly. 40  Always trying to be optimistic. 45  Here's the reveal of him...as a child. 50  There's Monster Rob on this one too. 55  (listening to the riff)

05  Quick check my anus! 10  ...And then they kind of go into play. 15  "To Be a Badass" was on the stuff before me. 20  My dumb new phone doesn't have one of them headphone prts. 25  He's an independent contractor who kills people for the government. 30  I hear he's Jewish. 35  We can do temporary stuff. 40  Ah whatever. 45  ...In a big huge sprawling urban shitscape. 50  It's like "Purple Rain." 55  I don't know why I think of that specifically. 60  ...And then this is different.

THE LOVERS PART TWO DESPERATION WALTZ Try us. If you got a reason I don't ant to hear it. Buy us. You can't afford to just even get near it. Slide show. Pictures of nothing and nothing plus hearsay. Pride low. Come up for air and then watch it turn our way. Closed up. In both physical and emotional ways. Nose up. A false display of hope why it's still a display. Comfort. Meted out just like a pill from a doctor. Sore sport. It's you and it's me and it's us and it's them. Waltzing to me, desperation. Waltzing to me then away. Creep show. Just like a sign on a motionless freeway. Held low. Again and again while a sign flashes "no way." Outside. And inside and outside and inside again. False pride. Hell it's as good as the real thing and then some. Waltzing to me, desperation. Waltzing to me then away. Waltzing to me desperation. Waltzing to me. Stop. Come here. But then again just go turn back around. Fun here. Or there or wherever it's good to be found. Control. Buy it or sell it or let it just sit. Hello. And

THE LOVERS PART 1   ELVIS IS GOD The second coming played a rhapsody Rubbery legged both white and black Kept the preaching to a minimum Blood and sweat poured down his sunburned neck His eyes shut tight and his soul was pure Jet black hair and karate pose Sang a song about a mystery Reverberated 'round the globe Side-burn Jesus was pumping gasoline Curled his lip and shook his ass Drove his truck up to the Temple The vendors said they'd take a pass Said "Get your sorry self on back to Memphis Don't want to hear no blues by whites" The sneering scarred out face of slavery Flew across the sky at night They cleaned him up and took his picture But the colonel betrayed his very soul Treated the King like a whored out marionette But you can't kill Rock and Roll The last temptation in the Holy Land Desert sand and neon lights People come from near and sunder See him sing three shows a night They say he's dead but thy're not right Elvis Is God Dave Linantud: Vocals, guitars, bass Ryan Bowen: drums Brian Lutz: engin

05  Do you have his phone number? 10  We've added a band called...um... . 15  John Dennis! 20  I didn't know. 25  People just...out and about. 30  Natalie Portman's awesome, yes. 35  It's kind of like a Tylenol but different. 40  Well of course, of course. 45  Nah let's just do the medley proper. 50  Some people don't realize. 55  Wait a minute, so John Entwhistle's dead. 60  This is such a great beat. 65  All through out most of the 90s the answer was always Rubber Soul. 70  A lucas Limited Production. 75  ...like the one I worked up in my basement.

05  They gave out awards for different categories. 10  Whatever they get in. 15  See it starts at 7. 20  Aaaaaaaaaaaah right! 25  Originally I kind of had that in mind. 30  Then we got Cancelled Stamps. 35  We're always trying to give...give back. 40  How did it jump from being just Stevie? 45  Dave's cutting off four families of children. 50  You, uuuuuh, have to get permission. 55  All cover bands. 60  The word "perfectionist" is the complete opposite of rock and roll. 65  I asked him a lot of questions about the beginning.  70  I think so.

What a shame Dirty shame All the same Dirty shame yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Lordy me Glory be Mercy me Glory be yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame JOE! Holy shit It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Oh looky here

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 custum 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 oppurtunity 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

05  "Everyone Slumbers" 10  Oh here's the main riff. 15  ...Ol' Lutzy dancing out in the crowd. 20  I am about to press the play button. 25  Here's my solo. 30  There's always the thunderstorm at SoWeBo. 35  I get profoundly depressed.

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 eber no never come too soon

05  I totally doubted him so hard. 10  We go in the backstage of the Shamu area. 15  I don't have a bunch of old cars sitting around. 20  I only eat meat that I kill myself. 25  Make someone look like total shit and not tell them. 30  The bands really do kind of suck. 35  That was fire, man. 40  Use your blinkers. Be courteous.  45  Don't live in the desert. 50  I seen one space movie my whole life.

My lifelong quest is to be a badass But it's made a mess of my whole damn life Oh to be to be a badass Or to be a chump That is lifeI've been around I've seen the worst That folk can do And do to you Such a shame Here in this rat's nest That is this life That is this life It's time to go To get to gettin' It's a bit more fun When you just don't care Everything conspires with nothing All the time everywhere I can’t recall the sound of laughter If when it’s free for all to hear I can’t recall I just can’t remember So I have to ask you What’s it like to fear And when it’s done and when it’s over Then I will laugh and I will cry Because then I won’t have to wonder Or ask the question What’s it like to die? My lifelong quest is to be a badass But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life Oh to be to be a badass Or to be a chump That is life Don’t be a chump Take my advice.

I messed up the publish date of this the first time arund. The good news is that it's even better now! Dave of Society Fringe Productions and Dennis of Sun Rider 9 Productions 05  Might be for the number one seed. 10  It'll look pretty damn good. 15  Went fishin' down by the bay bridge. 20  Somebody said they did see them on there. 25  At some point Warner took over. 30  What's the dog's name? 35  That turtle's trying to sit on that fucking fish! 40  Baltimore Colts Fight Song 45  The hardest part is organizing for the sound people. 50  The Catonsville version for Chopped.

I'm thinking of a thing from long ago I don't know what it is And I'm looking at my life just like it's something That I can not give I don't give a shit For anything at all Oh no Oh no I made a record before I could even buy a beer By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear Sang in smoke filled rooms And drank for free all night Oh yeah Oh yeah I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls I went from the mailing list to emails to evites But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night Alright I been around this whole damn world It's bigger than the sky is wide But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right Play the night away And sing everyday Every day I'm thinking of a thing from long ago I don't know what it is And I'm looking at my life just like it's something That I can not give I don't give a shit For anything at all I'm just day to day

D&D 05  Ding dong ding dong. 10  Doesn't Joe Gallagher have a Santa Claus suit? 15  Maloney's is right at the bottom of the hill. 20  That's possible to do. 25  Making more enemies than friends. 30  It's a 2016 film. 35  But Disney Plus is coming out. 40  It's just never been on the podcast. 45  I'm going to need help booking bands. 50  I got to go back and listen to them.  

I drove my truck right on down to the water Right up to the Chesapeake Bay Stared out at my destiny fading Spun out on that slick Maryland clay Everyone spends their time a-yelling Listening a thing of the past Harass me with verbal gymnastics And stupider opinions than that So hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again Hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again What are the terms of a failure Then again who really cares Strip every word of its meaning Stretch out and bathe in the glare So hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again Hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again

I woke up at noon With my alarm clock Packed my bags Searching for some truth I ain't found nothing What a drag Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars fly high on a Hazy day in June I feel romantic Like Jesse James I shot some good ol' boy 'Cause he was fucking with me Didn't ask his name Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars glimmer like fire Flying Texas bound Love that Dixie ground I'm a punk rock outlaw Glory bound I was killed last night Flashed low rider lights By an "esse" Mexican Over reefer bales At twelve oh two chorus  

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