I’m a late blooming bloomer, full of flesh and bones and mulch, the kind that sits in your stomach after a lifetime of being beaten to a bloody pulp.
These are songs from a lengthy album originally recorded in 2005 and released January 26th, 2006 but due to fear, resistance, and personal reasons, they were taken down several years later.
Now they’re back, as they should be.
By The Sea
Make sure to check out the second half as well.
I’m a late blooming bloomer, full of flesh and bones and mulch, the kind that sits in your stomach after a lifetime of being beaten to a bloody pulp.
These are songs from a lengthy album originally recorded in 2005 and released January 26th, 2006 but out of fear, resistance, and illness, they were taken down shortly after. Now they’re back, as they should be.
Click song title for lyrics
i’m a late blooming bloomer,
full of flesh and bones and mulch
the kind that sits in your stomach
after a lifetime of being beaten to a bloody pulp
and while some egomaniacs
can drown in silver spooned madness,
i’m the kind that likes to make it back home
i’m a perpetual broken reptilian ponderer
in a world full of demagogues
forever-warmed radiant robotic micro-peasants
who all want what one another got
and i’m coming down off of my mountain
like a soft stilled general leading
brilliant minds into a state of muscled atrophy,
i’ve gathered in the cells of instance,
broken waves with the filers of distance,
only to be left here like a slave
and i’m coming down off of my mountain
this time, both feet are staying on the ground
“i’m just so sick of it all, you know:
the violence, the hate, the war, the rage,
just the self-defeating behavior in general.
it’s just uh, absolutely ridiculous.
and it’s not that i hate us; actually, i…
i love us. i see how wonderful we could be,
but then i look at us… and we’re not.”
borne into a hardcore world of tyranny and misfortune
mass mad armoires full of mangled beauty and nonfiction
here the sullen sins of confounding pleasantry are all but extinct
even the juxtaposed moments of intimacy are considered just a luxury
and i’m coming down off of my mountain
this time, i’ll be bringing you down
leave me with your sinister ministers and preachers of fame
leave me with your death defying acrobats and jugglers of praise
leave me with this empty smile
that sometimes graces this wrinkled face
leave me in your desperate eyes, your tiny waist,
and your filthy mind of beauty
ain’t it funny
how the things you want aren’t always what you need
how things you need aren’t always what you want
how dreams cost so much money
isn’t it funny
leave me with a battered brain,
broken down like an engine train on its way
towards a torrent tornado and a hallowed hurricane of shame
leave me with your emptiness,
your loneliness, and your feeble hands of fate
leave me with a dismal view of the beauty
i once knew inside of you
ain’t it funny
how the things you want aren’t always what you need
how things you need aren’t always what you want
how dreams cost so much money
isn’t it funny
ain’t it funny
how the things you want aren’t always what you need
how things you need aren’t always what you want
how dreams cost so much money
isn’t it funny
walk a mile in someone else’s shoes
it might just change your point of view
take a breath and hope for clean air
the pollution, like the noise, seems to be everywhere
got me a ticket to a sold out show
no one’s gonna find me and no one’s gonna know
gonna leave it all behind
gonna let it all go… my mind
witnessed an earthquake in the early mornin’ sun
swear i saw a thousand angels jumpin’ on the earth, just for fun
take all you have and let it wash away
there’s no need for it anymore anyway
got me a ticket to a sold out show
no one’s gonna find me and no one’s gonna know
gonna leave it all behind
gonna let it all go… my, my
all i need is the music
and all i need are the words
put them both together…
and forget about the world
and forget about the world
and forget about the world… my, my
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stare at me with those sinister eyes
such a lovely girl, imagine my surprise
i have dreams of you by my side
it’s just that i can’t remember if i survive
and i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’m coming home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
gods of war are selfish, that’s for sure
watch as mud turns to blood before it hits the shore
and i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’m coming home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
millions of people fighting in the war
i’m sick of death my dear… don’t want to fight no more
i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’m coming home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
ridin’ with the devil, ridin’ with the man
ridin’ with the devil and i’m doing the best i can
and i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’ll make it home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
stare at me with those sinister eyes
such a lovely girl, imagine my surprise
i have dreams of you by my side
it’s just that i can’t remember if i survive
and i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’m coming home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
gods of war are selfish, that’s for sure
watch as mud turns to blood before it hits the shore
and i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’m coming home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
millions of people fighting in the war
i’m sick of death my dear… don’t want to fight no more
i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’m coming home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
ridin’ with the devil, ridin’ with the man
ridin’ with the devil and i’m doing the best i can
and i’m leaving here baby…
don’t think i’ll make it home
yes, i’m ridin’ with the devil…
and he wants me to ride alone
parade around inside the town
with your fancy hands and big cigars
and your driftin’ in just like dead wood
the ground does shake and the temples do awake
as the words go by and finally die…
seems we all can’t walk that way
watched you turn the corner
with an ace and a king and a bitter man’s laugh
and you walked in just like you owned us all
to your surprise, in the back of the line,
there stood a man with a badge in his hand
and he was asking around about your name
so, you riddled and wormed and rhymed and burned
all the evidence you had in your firm
but the tides turned towards you by the end of the day
later on, in front of the building,
the boys in blue did catch up with you
to ask you questions about fiction and truth
the silence was enough to mutilate
and you could tell by their posture they wouldn’t hesitate
to put ya in the back of the car and take you downtown
you denied their pungent allegations with sincere reservations
it wasn’t enough to convince them you were innocent
they kept on pushing and pushing and pushing
you kept on defending and defending
and by the 11th hour, you were well spent
they brought forth the paper and the pen
and wanted you to use it then
to confess to a murder you knew you did
you were cold and confused and felt abused
thirsty and hungry and felt misused
but you didn’t use that paper and you refused to look at it
you knew if you did, they would see the guilt,
stemming from the murder of a beautiful young girl
who was someone’s lovely daughter
the trial came and went one day
and mr. rawlins walked away
this is a story of an utmost tragedy
due to a technicality,
an unjust judge and greedy jury,
that no good son-of-a-bitch is still free
we’ve got electric razors and can openers
we’ve got microwaves to help radiate your food
we’ve got fear based self displays of phallic manhood
and enough hate to fill up the grand canyon
but what I’d really like to see is a little peace and love
we’ve got pills to cure other pills
friday night psychics and saturday evening thrills
we’ve got name brand clothes and radios
and plenty of reality tv shows
but what I’d really like to see is a little peace and love
we’ve got batteries and energizer bunnies
we’ve got plastic bushes and christmas trees
we’ve got fine linen and airport security
and little white presidents on green money
but what I’d really like to see is a little peace and love
we’ve got “nucular” (lol) weapons of mass destruction
four year degrees and higher education
we’ve got assholes that went to yale and harvard
and still can’t pronounce a simple word
but what I’d really like to see is a little peace and love
(it’s nuclear you asshole)
we’ve got an economy (lol) of frailty
we’ve gotta work hard to spread the misery
we’ve got indentured servants and democracy
and soda pop with zero calories
but what I’d really like to see is a little peace and love
we’ve got blockbuster films and hollywood hookers
social security numbers and factory workers
I could go on forever about what we have or don’t have
but what I think we really, really ought to have…
is a little more peace and love
peace and love
peace and love “nucular”
peace and love “nucular”
peace and love
ray krone was an air force veteran
he mighta delivered your mail if you’re an arizonian
ray krone was wrongfully accused
for the death of a 36 year old woman
and for that error,
ray krone spent 10 and a half years in prison
kim ancona was brutally savaged,
left with teeth marks, her skin was ravaged
seems the jury agreed
that ray krone should never go free,
since experts testified
that the bite marks on kim matched his teeth
snaggletooth killer
ray krone told ’em he was innocent
and damn us all if the man didn’t speak the truth
ray krone had no criminal record,
so don’t think this story couldn’t happen to you
give that ray krone a life sentence,
put him behind bars forever,
make sure he never sees the light of day,
not now, not ever
wait… even better,
let’s execute that snaggletooth killer
hey, just for old time’s sake,
let’s put him in the gas chamber
snaggletooth killer
kim ancona didn’t deserve to die
ray krone didn’t deserve to be in prison
seems they got the wrong guy
how do you apologize for wasting someone’s life?
how can we have faith
in truth and justice in this current system
do you really believe
ray and kim are the system’s only victims?
“i don’t think so.”
snaggletooth killer… ray krone
snaggletooth killer… ray krone
snaggletooth killer… ray krone
snaggletooth killer… not anymore
ray krone… ray krone…
ray krone… ray krone…
i’m glad you made it home
they were burning books long before you came
god forbid anyone learns anything
they were killing them right in the streets
they were… dropping them down to their knees
pass the token and pay the fee,
the piper is coming and he’s bringing misery
i’ve been the prophet of…
i’ve been the martyr of… many things
just don’t ask me about love
welcome to my hell, i know you all want to dream
if you buy one, we’ll toss another one in for free
and you don’t have to do a goddamn thing,
‘cuz in the end, no one has time to complain
perhaps, my manners aren’t what they should be
should i ask before i speak
i know where the missiles landed, i offer no apologies
never mind the facts… i’ll just raise the tax on epitaphs
well, well, welcome to my hell, i know you all want to dream
and if you buy one, we’ll toss another one in for free
and you don’t have to do a goddamn thing,
‘cuz in the end, no one has time to complain
i can’t let you write my eulogy tonight
or give me what you lack
all us mortal beings make me want to laugh,
criticize, neglect our spirits, then swim in a sea of black
well, meet the master of your infamy
the devil of your selfishness and emperor of your city
the freak inside of you, the freak inside of me…
i think you know what i mean
welcome to my hell, i know you all want to dream
if you buy one, we’ll toss another one in for free
and you don’t have to do a goddamn thing,
‘cuz in the end, no one has time to complain
