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Belated Birthday Blues
03:40
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Fell asleep at the wheel
When I awoke, not much was real
Can’t find meaning where there is none
So feed me to the pigs when I am done
When I’m done
What haunts me, haunts you too
Because we’re all just passing through
It always seems darkest before the light
But I can’t see no end in sight
I can’t see no end
Fell asleep at the wheel
When I awoke, not much was real
Can’t find meaning where there is none
So feed me to the pigs when I am done
When I’m done
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Cone of Shame
03:07
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Drop out of life again and dive right in
The water feels nice, but I can’t swim
The deeper I sink
The more troubles I find
In the twists and turns
Of this perforated mind
Cone of shame
A day, a week, a month or maybe a year?
The moon and the sun have no say down here
Soft hands grab hold
Pull me out of this gloom
A steady ascent
Out of a watery tomb
Cone of shame
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Head over High-Tops
03:06
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The future’s wild, exalting and neon lit
‘Cus when you hit
The shadows died down and quit
Correct radiation is the best medication
Darling, I hope you’ll stick around for a bit
Now we see an accidental Eden appear
No godhead
Just endless coke and red
For us here
In a dive in Bruges at 2:25
Deep fried cheese queeze
Way too tanked up to drive
A picture of perfect, not a god damn defect
Darling, I hope you’ll stick around for awhile
Now we see an accidental Eden appear
No godhead
Just endless coke and red
For us here
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Slow Motion Traveler
03:39
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A low hum ringing eerily
A slow drum beating constantly
Drowning on dry land
A sharp wave crashing silently
A dark grave beckons violently
Drowning on dry land
The pavement sticks like molasses
Marooned amidst the blurry masses
A low hum ringing eerily
A slow drum beating constantly
Drowning on dry land
The pavement sticks like molasses
Marooned amidst the blurry masses
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Seek the sun in everyone and get burned
But I want to thank you for all I now have learned
It must be lonely up on that cross you’ve made
Look to different shores, ‘cus this friendship has sailed
A small man blaring big words and tall threats
Worried sick with the weight of empty wallets
It’s not what you’re selling, it’s what I’m buying
Since your lips are moving, I guess you must be lying
Why don’t you earn your keep for a change?
You are just dragging us down
With your non-existent crown
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Reader's Block
04:05
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Far away from home
If I could I would fix it all
Too drunk to use the phone
I know I promised I would call
How the leaves they change
But the roots remain the same
Like wringing blood from a stone
You best just forget my name
Just a stumble
Not a fall
Just a stumble
Still standing tall
Now I’m coming home
I swear I’m gonna fix it all
So that wherever I may roam
I’ll stand tall, won’t have to creep and crawl
Just a stumble
Not a fall
Just a stumble
Still standing tall
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7. |
Misanthropology
04:18
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It’s not my fault that I’m drinking again
When you’ve been pissing in the wishing well
Trying to claw your way to heaven
Instead, you’re making this place hell
Here’s to mankind
It’s not my fault that I’m drinking again
It is the state of this pernicious pit
Got suckered in with a promise of nice things
Now I douse my skull in aquavit
Here’s to mankind
It’s all my fault that I’m drinking again
Because I’m just as bad as the rest of you apes
We will be gone someday soon anyway
So raise your glass, ‘cus no one escapes
Here’s to mankind
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Post Post Haste
03:37
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Since we never gave a damn about her true worth
He dug himself a hole and fucked the earth
Now the rivers run dry beneath an empty sky
Since we never gave a damn about her true worth
Now what’s been done can’t be undone
And the worst has yet to come
If you listen real close, you can hear the hooves approach
Now what’s been done can’t be undone
Still, we don’t care
No, we don’t
Since we never gave a damn about her true worth
He dug himself a hole and fucked the earth
Now the rivers run dry beneath an empty sky
‘Cus we never gave a damn about her true worth
Still, we don’t care
No, we don’t
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Fly Worry
03:46
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What if the best times are already had?
What if the view from here is a body bag?
What if you make it to the end before me?
What if the rest will absolutely bore me?
Do you feel just a bit unreal?
Do you fear an even keel?
What if the whole world washes over us?
What if we lose to its gentle crush?
What if I get too depressed to get dressed?
What if your smile gets repossessed?
Do you feel just a bit unreal?
Do you fear an even keel?
Like me
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All alone in this big, empty house
Kept alive by cigarettes
Cardboard boxes line the walls
Filled with everyone I’ve met
There’s old clothes, faded pictures,
And that necklace she always wore
It was supposed to be so easy
Now light’s leaking through the floor
How does trash pile this high?
I must have missed it
Born with a foot planted in the grave
Calmly longing for a hearse
Already bad from the start
But now it’s even worse
The map shapes the terrain
Drawing borders in blood
Every hope and every dream
Forever buried in the mud
How does trash pile this high?
I must have missed it
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Velcro Dog Trondheim, Norway
Velcro Dog is the solo project of Norwegian musician and songwriter Tony Gonzalez (Barren Womb, Oma Desala, Twin Serpent, Dårli Te Beins). Born from an incessant need to deal with both old and new ghosts, Velcro Dog creeps along the darkest corners of the folk, americana and country traditions, carving out a sound that may perhaps best be labeled as fjord noir. ... more
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