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High & Rising
04:15
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HIGH & RISING
Freed after 30 days in the Parish
I’m locked down on some bullshit.
Sleep all day, smoke like a train
Burning in the searchlights.
Come sing me to sleep
So I can close me eyes, just dreaming.
It’s happy hour at the suicide watch
But I’m gonna climb the sky and see if…
The lord above don’t like my kind.
The devil wants a free ride.
I’m fucked up and hanging by a thin line
And sending out a bad vibe.
I’m a Gemini
High and rising.
Ride the highs in. (Ride the hyacinth)
Rising.
High and rising.
Waltz a shadow down the street
Then I’m heading up the road.
Burning the oleander trees
Up into the moonlight.
Pigs ain’t got nothing on me
Yet the clear blue sky is screaming.
I ain’t going stag off lover’s leap.
I’m gonna climb the sky and see if…
The lord above don’t like my kind.
The devil wants a free ride. (The Kubla Kahn’s just an alibi)
I’m fucked up and hanging by a thin line.
And the truth is just a damn lie.
I’m never coming
Never coming
Never coming down.
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2. |
Deathtrip
03:37
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DEATHTRIP
Come on
Take me on a death trip
So I can crawl away from here.
The cops on the corner,
Looking for a blood donor,
Who’s jumping off the top
Of the bridge-way.
You got a gold choke chain
Wrapped around your main vein.
Nothing gonna kill it but time.
The city’s so cold.
Got me digging a hole.
Hope your love is as pure as mine.
Take me on a death trip
So I can ride away from here.
I’m hitching to Pomona,
Looking for phone number,
That’s burning in a hole in Bombay.
I could be blown away
A drive by or a day dream.
Scream down Echo Canyon.
My fate’s been sold and it’s so cold
You’re my savior and companion.
Write your suicide note
On my palm and sign it.
The stars are all out
And they know we’re coming.
Our hearts, so pure,
But my minded is loaded.
This crooked ass town
Don’t even want us.
So take me, come on take me.
You’ve got to show me what you got
If we’re jumping off the edge of the world
At the end of the night.
Come take me, dare you to take me
On a death trip through your heart.
You’re my angel dressed in rags
Coming down from above. (And I’m gonna fall)
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3. |
Daddy's Bad Girl
03:34
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DADDY’S BAD GIRL
Jackie ain’t been the same
Since she got back.
Now I gotta hear about all of the things
That she couldn’t have.
But old Hollywood don’t wanna bring
A dead dream back.
So she goes where the little girls go
When they’re bad.
Do you know if they’re bad?
Don’t be bad.
Daddy’s Little Bad Girl.
Daddy’s Little Bad Girl.
Don’t be bad.
If you’re good you get to heaven
If not they lay you on the racks.
Or in the motels singing to clichés
On the tape deck.
And all the little boys
Turn into men and bureaucrats.
And then they ask me,
Where the little girls go when they’re bad?
(Chorus)
But the Frown Clown Man
Is just up the way.
Got something he wants you to see.
So go on give it away.
Yeah the Frown Clown Man
He knows where you stay.
Got something to you he wanna say.
So go on give it away.
Give it away.
Go on give it away.
You can give it away…
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4. |
Wrong End Of The Day
04:17
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WRONG END OF THE DAY
Lay down in the morning
Rise up on the wrong end of the day.
Sleeping in an empty room.
A million walls, they all the same.
Carolina black night moan
Like an earth bound train.
Where the old mad men roam.
Sometimes they go astray.
Down on the wrong end.
Down on the wrong end of the day.
Lay down in the morning.
Rise up on the wrong end of the day.
Cotton and the railroad dawn.
Woman and a Choctaw baby.
Shadows of the endless sun.
Like an earth bound train.
Shadows of the empty moon
Like a mountain about to break
Down on the wrong end.
Say you’re never crawling…down.
Down along the wrong end of the day.
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5. |
Laredo
04:10
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LAREDO
The last train out Laredo leaves today.
And I’m gonna catch its spine.
The last train for Laredo, hear what I say.
Ain’t gonna let it ride without me.
Don’t ride without me
Don’t ride without me
And the train goes….
“How, How, how-how, how”
Yeh, the hippies chase the morning,
They like to dream, but I can’t take no sides.
Cuz the evil talks to junkies just like to saints.
And I can’t let them ride without me.
Chorus
Leaving on a train
Leaving on an old train
Leaving on an old train
To Nuevo Laredo.
Leaving on a train
Leaving on an old train
Leaving on an old train
To a new Laredo.
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6. |
Hellbent Woman Blues
02:31
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HELLBENT WOMAN BLUES
Buy you new shoes
But you don’t want to dance.
Rather smile at every fool
That looks at your ass.
Cause youz a hell bent woman
I got to leave you alone.
The kinda hell bent woman
My momma warned me about.
Spend all my money
And then you wrecked my cars.
Flirting with all my friends
Like they are movie stars.
I got to get away from you soon.
Cause youz a hell bent woman
I can’t do nothing for you.
Pocket full of pawn tickets
Nose full of coke.
You think it’s funny
But it ain’t no joke.
I got to move on down
The mother-scratching road.
Cause you’re a hell bent woman
I can’t do nothing for you.
Halfway out of Memphis
That’s were she’s from.
Look in the mirror
And here she comes.
I’m gonna scream hell bent woman
Into the sun.
Cause youz a hell bent woman
I got to leave your ass alone.
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MAIN MAN “THEME FROM THE DRIFTER”
The dead sun burnt my brain black,
But I’m not a martyr nor am I a slug.
You want love, lay down on the train tracks.
Lower your eyes and quarry the morning star.
You better call out for your main man,
Who forgets your name but knows your face
…from somewhere.
Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Now that you’ve opened up your eyes,
And let your innocence die with mine.
My little baby wants love.
She’s coming at me like a train wreck.
Will they chalk our silhouettes
Into the morning sidewalk?
You’re better crawl,
Or lay down on the train tracks
Lower your eyes,
And quarry the morning star.
You better call out for your main man
Who forgets your name but knows your face
…from somewhere.
Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Now that The Drifter’s got to ride
And the endless night calls.
Gina pulls my hair just like a kitten
That wants to play or mine
A new track upon an old vein
On the Highway Beyond.
Rebecca slits her wrist.
Reed on a fiddle with dead strings.
Sometimes we’re silly, sometimes we’re hungry
On the Highway Beyond.
Beyond, beyond, beyond.
Such a long way down, we’re falling…
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8. |
Morningfall
04:08
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MORNING FALL
It’s a 100 miles of graves.
There’s a sheet
And the ghost of a slave.
My old man left us
Back down the way.
Let the morning fall.
My luck ain’t bound to change none.
I been pissing down the wishing well
And now everybody knows
There ain’t nothing to gain there this time
Let the morning fall.
Let the morning…
So you’re a man’s man
From No Man’s Land.
Roaching tokes and choking on the fire.
You begin where most end,
But you’re already spent inside.
Let the morning fall.
It’s all bone on bone to the night’s end.
Throw another earth-moving machine on the fire.
Just a stone’s throw from the side of the asylum.
Can’t be waiting round…here to die.
Let the morning fall.
Let the morning…
Let the Good Lord save me…
Right now…I got to run off
To where the blood runs.
Fade out.
I’m gonna cut the tongue
Out of my mouth.
Roll down.
10,000 miles from my home.
Let the mystery roll down.
Let the mystery roll on.
Hanging on with
The Killers & Whores (of Maw and Paw’s Waltz)
Let the mystery roll down.
Let the mystery roll on.
Fade out.
I’m gonna fade out…
I’m just gonna fade out…
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9. |
Strung Out On A Dream
04:41
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STRUNG OUT ON A DREAM
The wind is just a whisper,
A promise about to break.
The past I can’t remember,
But there ain’t nothing there left to gain.
Guess I got to find a way
To make some money soon.
I’ve been staking claims
In dirty motel rooms.
Strung out on a dream
In the ghetto of heaven.
It’s just a stone’s throw
Between the Madhouse
And the Mansion up the street.
And enough trouble in the space between them
To put a grown man to his knees
CHORUS
Perfection’s an addiction
That I ain’t got time to play.
I’m broke and out here stranded
Trying to kick a dream
CHORUS
All strung out on a dream
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10. |
Cain's Way
04:43
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CAIN’S WAY
Pass me the smelling salt.
Come cure these crooked bones.
Ain’t slept in four days,
The night lights are playing ping-pong.
Might climb the Wailing Wall
And got to come down full holes.
Can’t stop hearing cops and peeping
Out the windows.
At Cain’s Way & Molotov St.
It’s easy, getting off.
Warm up the EKG.
Abstract the mutations (caressed by temptation).
S.O.S. We’re AWOL
Meat and bone ghosts
On the TV screen.
Cigarette insomnia
In the Motel Tilt-A-Whirl
Like streaked 8mm reels
Of soot filled air.
Watch it haunt the haunted
And crip the crippled even more
Man, I’ve seen’em paralyzed
From the waist down and the chest up…
Out of this lonely, dead-end abandon
I got a feeling that there ain’t much
More to come and pull you from the past
You’re thinking you’re done,
Then we go back again
Safe inside the moment.
There ain’t no right or wrong between us
When you’re safe inside of
Cain’s Place on Molotov St.
Up and down the road, man.
She knows where to go
Down the street to Cain’s Place,
But I’m already there.
I’m already dead
Shove it and roll it.
There’s one in the chamber.
Ain’t got no fear where it stops.
Cuz you’re always looking for answer,
Digging through a sack of trash
Where none’s ever been.
But you’re safe inside the moment.
There ain’t no right or wrong between us.
When you’re safe inside of
Cain’s Place on Molotov St.
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11. |
Zixox
20:34
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ZIXOX
All you little girls, man
They like to play
Little death games
Along the way.
Then they come running back
On their knees, saying,
“There’s nowhere left where
I’m safe.”
But they’re little dead hearts,
They ain’t afraid,
Still burning a prayer
Up in the scarecrow’s face.
From Zixox to the Judas tree,
We’ve lost some religion along the way.
But you find it fast…now
When you’re crawling floors
And calling the Lord
From the Slaughter House.
All the little toy soldiers
Like to play
Little death games
Along the way.
Shepherding angels
Through the stockades.
Selling them faces
And an ounce of grace.
It’s all prisons
Of paper mache’
Crumbling ‘neath
The pounding rain.
I’ve seen snakes up in the Judas Tree
We’ve lost some religion along the way.
But you find it fast, down,
When you’re crawling the floors
And calling the Lord, Lord, Lord
From the Slaughter House.
When you lay down on Zixox Ridge
All you thought was sacred then
Now don’t mean shit.
Is there a heaven in the night sky
Where the moon sits?
So many killers on the street, tonight
Just wandering around here…
I’ll shoot a hole in the night’s roof
Where the moon sits.
Is there a heaven on the other side?
Can I get in?
I’ll crawl through a hole
In the night’s roof
Where the dead men live.
There’s so many killers on the streets tonight
Just wandering around….here.
(OUTRO)
If you need a whore
To wash feet
I think I know how.
I feared no evil then
But I fear it now.
And if you need a thief
To sweep floors
I think I know how.
I feared no evil then
But I fear it now…
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Intro to: The Battle Hymn of the Good’Ole Hillbilly Zatan Boys
(a novel by Dege Legg)
This is the story of The Good’ole Hillbilly Zatan Boys, born and hell-raised in south Arkansas. They were wild and they had guns. Them old boys were itching to have one of them that Branch-Davidian Freakouts. There wasn’t to do around the house but sit around, killing time, eating snakemeat while squatting by the fire—either that or sip straight White Jesus shine from a dirty cup…with your leg propped up on a deadcar, so’s your balls can spill out one side of the tattered cut-offs you ain’t washed in six weeks. Yes, them were long nights, followed by days so mountain pounding long you’d swear that the sun had wires in it—what with all the buzz and scrape of the insects, hissing round the creeps rotting on Buzzard’s Bluff.
The family survived by selling stolen scrap metal back to the junkyard where Elron “Zixox” Zatan, patriarch of the Hillbilly Zatan clan, crushed cars and collected a check every two weeks. They also made a little cash on the side hocking a rot-gut concoction sifted from out of the still that Grand Pappy Mutton had made back in 1936 from old musket guts and junk he found laying around the yard.
But they were hard. Time was hard, but not harder of the smelly-greasy heads of The Good’Ole Hillbilly Zatan Boys. They stitched a wicked strangeness and rode the ghost of it out of the backwoods, mulching humping rotten stumps, porn-fornicating on the darkness of the moist hills, and calibrating the bizarre circus of dementia…lodged far back along the twisted creeks of their minds.
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THE FLATLANDS
White girls in tight pants
Drive the devil insane.
So it’s said by the hicks that haunt
Old Mowata wells at dawn.
Speedqueens from skin magazines
Behind Crowley’s Bar.
Church girls just a year ago
Now their God’s so far away from here.
The preacher
Smokes dust to walk on water
Fly from the top of the tower.
He takes little girls to a place where
They can hallucinate for miles and miles.
Where the blood’s cursed with incest
We hear the virgins howl.
And the halos of the tempted
Are littered with flies that fall right where.
The saints have all gone down
And still Paw’s trying to plant his cross
On The Flatlands of Ascension
Some say the land is haunted
Nothing seems to grow.
’Neath the spirits that ride the wires
Scaffoldings that fork the sky.
Bones of the chaingangs
Pulpit and the plow.
Angels with strange wings
That scatter a powder over the fields where.
The saints have all gone down
And still Paw’s trying to plant his cross
On The Flatlands of Ascension
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THE SHADOWTOWER
Cut off my little finger with her silverware.
Sold my blood to the butcher..now
Her momma stares at my scars
Like tears float in the reservior.
Out where the scarecrows fast.
And the fattened calf learns to starve.
They chopped Tiller's head
And sawed off his hands.
Sent him off to the Promised Land.
Is there a sane way Out
Twixt Fire and Flower?
We poke through the rubble of dead dreams
That litter the floors of The Shadow Tower.
Puppeteer pull my old strings,
Make them sing in the air.
There's old buzzards riding screams
Through holes cut in the stairs.
Even the honest men'll turn on you
Amidst the fallfog and showers.
I've seen some strange things
Down in the dark halls
Of The Shadow Tower.
Shackled in closets, hunched hind old screens,
Men spraying sperm on old magazines.
Like slave ships listing gently out to sea.
Yes, the old lighthouse has been gutted,
But The Shadow Tower looms ominously.
Sally crushed my soft lies and nickle tears.
Now I wash her feat with my dirty hair.
I've heard some pained melodies
Pulled from the Fire and Flower.
Come read our Suicide Notes
and Love Letters
written on the walls
of the Shadow Tower.
I was locked down in the Looney Ward
In '93. Wailing with the madmen
In a chorus of screams. Naked.
Prowling the rubber rooms in only sheets.
We're just ghousts trueing an iron wheel
Against the trunk of a Judas Tree.
Meaning's conversify* at their battered ends.
Trying to factor the paradox's hexed content,
As the ThreePennyOpera clangs and...
grinds out the hour.
and me and my brothers set fire
to the walls and crooked gates
of The Shadow Tower.
(*neologism)
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PAPERFLOWERS
Lay your burdens down with mine,
We are cut from the same skin.
Here, all our faults are enshrined
Because there is no where left to run.
Lay your troubles down with mine,
Right off you broken shoulders.
Leave our failures far behind
Like little paper flowers on fire.
Lay you burdens down with me,
We have something to claim here.
Long ago we were in exile,
But I won't bow my head tonight.
The heirs of Philistines have lost their minds,
Only those fearful serve them.
Soon...their daughter's wombs will open wide
Like little paper flowers on fire.
Lay, yeah, lay
Down in the cross-hairs sights.
Lay, yeah, lay
Down in my arms tonight.
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VALLEY OF EARTH MOVING MACHINES
Machines made into Towers,
Crushing the alien skulls to powder.
I'll drink to you from the hour glass,
Smashed on a flower.
Irons split on marble walls
Where brave men cower...
Cave dwellers putting fire to stones.
Fossilized digitally encoded bones.
Where all is seen
But not shown...
to the virgin girls
with funny secrets
in the showers.
Hear the thunder rumble
Hear the thunder rumble
The mountain-side's gonna tumble.
A shoulder to the bluff, it crumbles
Like sand or glass shattered on a number.
900,000 A.D.
All evidence: destroyed
Systematically.
Pragmatically.
Higher life forms, handing out
Jester hats to the pallbearers.
Old World speeches
Crushed'neath granite feathers.
It's all just a mating call
For some future revolt.
10,000
Air raid sirens,
Howling out of unison.
Soliloquies of static roar.
I confess I've made the Eggman cry,
But his love wasn't as pure as mine
...thunder pooled in empty machines
...thunder pooled in empty machines
...thunder pooled in empty machines
It's a ballet of earth-moving machines.
A ballet of earth-moving machines
A ballet of earth-moving machines
Coming round the corner.
I hear them coming round the corner.
A valley of earth-moving machines.
A ballet of earth-moving machines.
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HOUSE OF THE DYING SUN
When the morning breaks.
And the grey dawn falls.
Will my daughter wake up neath
The dying sun?
She’ll watch the temples shake.
Mansions to slums.
Will she be safe tonight
If her faith is strong
While the children weep
Ain’t coming home
Hear the killers sing you to sleep
As the ashes fall.
They say the earth’ll quake
When Revelations comes.
They say the cities will sink beneath
The fog of euphorbium.
It been written in blood.
It been Chipped in stone.
Will the old man be sent down
Will they let him burn
Some wear crowns of thorns
Others of golden wire
Some of them want to see you live
Others’ll help you die…
If your faith ain’t strong.
If your faith ain’t strong.
In the House of the Dying Sun.
There is the Astral Jehovah.
Prophet and bastard heir.
Just an orphan in this place
For 33 years.
He’s saying,
“Come crucify my body
To the powerline poles.
On the boulevard, tonight,
I’ll hang like a scarecrow
And sing….
Is there no love.
No love.
No love among you desperate men?
Is there no love.
No love
No love
In the House of the Dying Sun?
I’ve come to seek asylum.
Mutate in the gene pool.
Lay my dead dreams
Down in the earth’s soil.
Come crucify my body.
Come crucify my body.
Come crucify my body…I’ll hang like a Scarecrow
And sing…
Bomaye Bomaye.
Bomaye Bomaye.
Is there no love.
No love.
No love among you desperate men?
Is there no love.
No love
No love
In the House of the Dying Sun?
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Laredo (Dege Demo)
03:26
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LAREDO
The last train out Laredo leaves today.
And I’m gonna catch its spine.
The last train for Laredo, hear what I say.
Ain’t gonna let it ride without me.
Don’t ride without me
Don’t ride without me
And the train goes….
“How, How, how-how, how”
Yeh, the hippies chase the morning,
They like to dream, but I can’t take no sides.
Cuz the evil talks to junkies just like to saints.
And I can’t let them ride without me.
Chorus
Leaving on a train
Leaving on an old train
Leaving on an old train
To Nuevo Laredo.
Leaving on a train
Leaving on an old train
Leaving on an old train
To a new Laredo.
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STRUNG OUT ON A DREAM
The wind is just a whisper,
A promise about to break.
The past I can’t remember,
But there ain’t nothing there left to gain.
Guess I got to find a way
To make some money soon.
I’ve been staking claims
In dirty motel rooms.
Strung out on a dream
In the ghetto of heaven.
It’s just a stone’s throw
Between the Madhouse
And the Mansion up the street.
And enough trouble in the space between them
To put a grown man to his knees
CHORUS
Perfection’s an addiction
That I ain’t got time to play.
I’m broke and out here stranded
Trying to kick a dream
CHORUS
All strung out on a dream
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LAST MAN OUT OF BABYLON
Dreaming within a dream.
Falling even further.
Screaming into a scream.
The buckshot stars of sand
Fall upon my head.
No man or woman round
Gonna part me from the way.
Because I'm the last man out of Babylon
Swaying with the salt & stone.
Just looking for a face.
Crawling,
Long the Pantomime Parade.
Sinking even further.
A world without a trace.
A mountain in a can.
Falls upon my head.
Ain't no nothing come around
Can save me from the end, because...
I'm the last man out of Babylon
Burning with the salt & stone
And the pillars along the plane.
I'm the last man out of Babylon
Waltzing with the salt & stone
Just a'trying to find the way.
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34. |
Dixie (Outtake)
01:34
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I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie’s Land where I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray!
In Dixie’s Land I’ll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
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Santeria Lafayette, Louisiana
Born in the haunted backwoods of Louisiana where atmosphere plays as much a part of the music as the rich cultural legacy of the South. This is Santeria, a kick out the jams, psyouthern rock & roll band. Their cultural isolation from the rest of the world has birthed something starkly original, yet catchy...a mix of hard rock, psychedelia, world music, & haunted blues. ... more
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