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Deadbeat's Calling
07:00
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I hear something. Deadbeat's calling. It's a big fat nothing talkin bout his own way. He's fooling just enough to "woo" him. It's a sneaky cover for a slimy sucker. See through it. That's the way you do it. It's a fish tank full of fakers I just knew it. How come their all out having fun? It's a rat on my floor. It's a test to my gut. It's a sad movie. Everybody's losing. It's a keep it on the surface design for conversating. Let's go through it. But first look how he blew it. It's a big time spender in an empty market. You've gone stupid. You're all eating fluid. It's a twisted sight to watch you try and chew it. Hold on there's more that's yet to come. It's an open highway of carnival stunts. It's a sore loser. Just playing to get sponsored. It's a deep infected cut he calls his honor. In a contest of who can have more fun. Who can look the most content and happy in the sun. What a fat liar. Skinny in desire. He's a flip book made of pictures of a nightmare. And the wind to come. From pages that are flung. Keep alive the fire of the Deadbeat Song. You've gotten to four. We made it to three. Come on take that pinch right off the top for me. Count your blessings twice in inventory. Just make sure to hide it all when you're seen. And if the feelings right we'll see it slowly. Masked heavy in personal fantasy. If the walls come down. To bear deceit. Then we'll never see the bottom of the sea. Everyone must take the long way. Cannot take the highway. Let me go. Let me see. Set me free. Come on take me to the runway. Let me fly an airplane. This is my one and only chance. So delightful. Day to be spiteful. It's a cherry on top a pile of tomatoes. In a war story. Told by way too many. It's a "look at me buddy, I'm so not a normy!" Decided. One is two divided. In a solo trip to kill the God of Lightning. As he'll raise his fist up to the skies above. I'll just look at his face and laugh at his robe. Such a forced soldier. Eaten by his orders. He's a silly piece of plastic just molded by his elders. In a "test of courage." In times of weakened funds. He is thrown to the vultures of a foreign sun.
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Fate of Another Man
05:34
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Injured man crossing over. Clear the gap to his old world. Kept a steady step until the day he looked down. Deteriorating morals. One slip will unleash the horrors. He chose to lose his grip and watched the coming ground. That's the fate of another man. The waves crash on the rocks. But should I save you? It's a deadly predicament. To play the role of the knight. Or just watch you disappear into quicksand. A painful lesson just might be what you need. Soon the hurt will be over. And I bet you'll learn what to not do. Back from fighting his own war. Bearing scars from his own sword. Kept from bleeding out. Until the day he looked down. Hid behind all his anger. He missed the battle and danger. He took to running out while bullets raked the ground. So close your eyes. No fun to see. Another life is eaten by the streets. Just like the rest. Ends in defeat. Soon the worst of the pain will be over. Soon turmoil will rest. Soon the worst of the pain will be over. Soon their fate will be met. I've got a feeling I'm running a bit too late. A state of mind that could become my own ill fate. To see the fire but then just jump in it. A strange attraction to the forbidden. I feel the fear and I must wear it on my face. I could be one to go out any of these days. To pick back up, to try and run with it. Would be the end of my will to live.
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Thoughts Drawn To Me
04:58
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You say that dreams come from your head. Could there be no other alternate way? Than giving birth to a new image that you've never had. You see the stream drip solid gold. Is it our own human minds that we thank? Or was it given to us by a great force we don't know? Swimming through air. Looking and choosing which eyes can see. Which soul to feed. Energies paired. From idea to mind. Equal and fair. Open to all. The closed one wears a hungry soul. Quick to give thanks and to cherish. Thoughts Drawn To Me. A loved one joins eternal rest. Why does this pain lead me straight to my bed? What other place can we live and still walk with the dead? Conductive minds. Electric Skies. What can we call this invisible mass?That passes right through us and leaves all their footprints intact. The energy left from the dead. Stuck with the living. Left on the land. Ill disposed lie low. Hunt for those with blood on their hands. A beating heart grows cold. At last a home evil can live. Made a tool of a man. Demon seeks soul to lynch.
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Well shall I take this road? My mind is in a knot. It could use some less clutter. To stimulate a thought. It could use another door. A sign. A fire escape. A little tiny crack to drain this crazy brain. So I'm hopin that you don't say it's time to decide what is right. D-O-N-T-S-A-Y. That it's time. Cuz I must relieve. All of this stress now. Man I got like two thoughts trapped in a one track mind. Cuz I don't need. All of this pressure. Man I got like two thoughts trapped in a one track mind. I'll clean all of this clutter. Man I'm crammin two thoughts down in a one track mind. Cuz I don't need all of this pressure. Man I got like two thoughts trapped in a one track mind. Well I'm free. Just let go. So formulate a show. Just rhyme or simulate. Being one who's headstrong. Won't fall. Got his head in the game. Just try and flow. Come on control your breath. At the very last minute I'll break into a sweat. So I'm hopin that ya. Don't say it's time to decide what is right. D-O-N-T-S-A-Y. That it's time.
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Against the Grain
03:05
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I'm drawn to the night. In the black is where the soul bears a darker side. And it feels so right. But it led me to a dead end hole. That's seven years deep. Let's see if I can make it out in just three. Staring up at those slick black walls . Someone throw a rope down on please. Cold shell of a soul. I'm looking like another dead man. Something in the air. Keeps me kicking when I'm losing all hope. Dream of that sunshine. Stay on that upward spiral. Avoid the Black. Leap high over life's tall hurdles. But not too far away. Old fires still burn bright now. Smell it in the air . Old words left there marks upon me yeah. Like my old man said "go against the grain." You can swim with the fish if you're swimming upstream. Go to the beat of your own drum. You are my blood my only son. Torn, broken, and burned. The ingredients for me to get a lesson learned. To affect the mind. Comprehend, to let in the light. Can't read it and weep. I have to touch and feel to see.Just short of a suicide. It's the nature of the beast.
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The Auburn Hotel
04:44
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Cast out of every place they go. Until they found the Auburn Hotel. Three story maze designed for play. Little too much fun will make the body decay. He found out there were more just like him. Dancing at the bottom. She said "the worst to happen is dying." And that isn't a problem. To reach that point of no return. To lock the door and then start the burn. Earning the attention of the reaper. He is coming. But nobody's running. Welcome to The Auburn Hotel. Down 6th Ave. on Minna St. they will join. Dark underbelly of the Tenderloin. This red brick house will pave the way. Up to their long awaited early graves. He thought that laughing meant that life's good. Clenching onto bottles. She saw that he had misunderstood. But that just fed her habit. One loner said to another. "I stand alone." "Look neighbor, we have each other." But he see's no one. A thief who lurks after midnight. Taking. Having some fun. Brings all his loot back to the Auburn. And puts it in his arm. Was told a long, long, time ago. Not to release the addict gene I hold. While most are drinking to relax. I'm taking 90 straight to the neck. He knocked twice on his bedroom door. She yelled his name, but got no answer.
He walked in just to find him dead. They cleaned his room out in an hour.
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Disposable Humans
03:49
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Try holding on but the tendency is to slip away. It's hard to find a reason to stay. There is a difference from realities to fantasies. You want to live the ideal way. I wandered into differences we had again. I guess I'm drawn to isolation.One push leads right into another. What are similarities? There's damage to be done. Don't wanna see it go there so let's nip this at the bud. No easy way to say it. Just gotta lay out the truth and hope you can take it. On to the next. Disposable Humans.
I think I've fallen sick with always thinking I need more. A curse where newer is better. So please just leave that better option right at the door. If I see it then I need it. Wait bring it in. Just let me keep what I know. And then I hear that brutal answer. I'm starting to smell a game of tug of war. Here come the complications.
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Cries All Through Me
03:30
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Got a feeling I'm cheating myself. Got a feeling I'm coming up on a win. But not feeling to well. Cries all through me. Got a feeling it's eating my health. Got a feeling my back is to the wind. But I'm stuck in this spell. Voluntarily. I think I kinda like running from help. I think I kinda like running back to that ache. That I know so well. Dear friend to my soul. Watch me go and find again. All the things that make this whole damn world so miserable. Leave it up to me my friend to point out every bad thing that is going on around. Got a feeling I'm cheating myself. Got a feeling I'm floating on down the stream. But still swimming like hell. Unnecessarily. Kinda wonder what's making me dwell. Kinda wonder what's making me tell myself I gotta always rebel. On the daily. I'm thinking I just might like it in Hell. I'm thinking I just might vibe with that whole scene they got growing down there. So rapidly.
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Trademark the Young
03:47
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Found me a soldier who will fight without a fee. So you can only use him for awhile. He is my profit and a tool I need. So nothing will get to him before I. Not till he grows up. Until he can learn to see. Will he be seen equal to me. I am the keeper. The controller of his world. So you can only bruise him if he bleeds. Trademark the young. It's two versus one. And the ballot will say. Trademark the young. Use them for what is not in me. All that youthful energy. Cuz they just won't know better till I'm gone. Out blooms a flower from the cracks by my feet. I'd pluck it if I could only reach. She is that someone who can mask all my seams. I'll shape her into just what I need. Not till she's older. Till she gains seniority. Will her words be heard or perceived. But she holds a power that is lacking in me. So you can only use her for a while.
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Hell From High Hopes
04:26
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I saw it go up. But it won't be coming down again. Eyes are glued to the sky. Flooded with yellow sun. Been out looking signs. But I don't think I'll find one. My mind is fixed on that fantasy outcome. I was thinking bout black. But then it turned out blue. Now I'm stuck seeing red. All accusations on you. Hoping for a certain way only makes friction. Expectations are just premeditated resentments. Hell from High Hopes. Familiar mess, oh yes. Like spinning a poison web and then getting caught in it. It's a sick joke to play for sure. On your own soul over and over. In a funny little game of drawing pretty pictures in your head. I'm catching a feeling when I'm dealing with you. I don't think that you're acting like the person I drew. When we stumble and fall we tend to try it again. Maybe I'll just marry the girl in my head.
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Fools Gold
06:26
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To win the prize and wish for more. To come in first and feel last to cross the line. A heavy price upon the soul. An endless fight to feel good in one's self. And here's this boy who's filled with joy. Not rich in talent and it shows. Definitely not the brightest. But one who can see. He's blessed. Unlike the rest. Who strive to score forever more. Insisting action. He'll seek for rest and save his breath. While all are reaching out for gold. Happy just to make a bed out of leaves on the street. At last he finds a road where no one's racing to get old. Instead there's time and room for growth. So give me the rest. It's mine. Running off fuel that turns to grime. Carry these wax wings into flight. Only the best. No less. Shooting my standards to the sky. Running with pockets full of sand. Fool's Gold. A jealous heart. A painful sting. A life not racing is a life worth living. The finish line will reek of swine. To take a seat would be a step for mankind. And here's this girl in her own world. Who's finest hours are alone. Happy to be out of sight of the mighty stampede. She'll ask you where you got those brand new clothes that you've got on. In spite of knowing. She'll take the time to hit rewind and think about the day before. Careful to see all the signs and to not miss a beat. And after all she's read she'll find a book and read some more. A brand new world not yet explored. So give me the rest. It's mine. Running off fuel that turns to grime. Carry these wax wings into flight.
Only the best. No less. Shooting my standards to the sky. Running with pockets full of sand. So what is this mess? It can't be mine. I got a maid for dirty times. Trade her some paper for her back and her hands. Shot to the chest. Where is my vest? Without my tools I'm good as dead. Built me a life I can't withstand. Fool's Gold. All people have choices. Their own voices. It's all free. Some choose to ignore them. Commit to program. C'est la vie.
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Mr. Badly
03:32
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Won't seed a fresh new thought. Down in the hole again. To see a chance on up. But know I just can't win. I'll watch the sun black out. I'll watch the dark creep in. I'll stand up for a fight but then I'll bow my head. Mr. Badly. A face I would just love to live without. Missed her badly. Enough to snap that branch I worked to sprout. Mr. Badly. I'm up so here he comes to bring me down. Missed her badly. So much but really wish I could just drop needing all the bonds I think I do. Wake up and see the new. Reasons for the ache just anger me. I'll pop that thought bubble now. Spend time inside so much. Spend time inside my head. Ignore your feelings wrath and watch it turn to debt. I got that lonely bug. I'll feel his teeth sink in. I'd like to get him off but he's immune to poison.
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On the Lurk
05:16
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To be withdrawn. Alone and calm. Is a place that I like to be. A violent storm on the outs. Inside I'm all warm and comfy. I'll smell the air. Dip my toe. But myself still stays within me. So sell yourself. Spit your game. I just think it's kinda funny.
The endless duel. Of acting how I feel. And performing how I think I ought to act. That's just survival. Keeping up to par. With expectations placed on living as a human but it's nothing more than that. Desensitized. Mechanic eyes. Are staring blankly at me. No sign of life. Just preset rhymes. All cocked and at the ready. I know a gem lays deep inside. But times are not too gem friendly. But it's okay. Speak your mind. Mistakes can still be sexy. Why are you talking like it hurts?Deadly regression on the lurk. Why are you talking like it hurts? Deadly regression on the lurk.
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Last & The Least
05:03
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Wake up as a wingman. Not tried. But just suited up. Ready to fly. To act on your feelings. Decides ill fate now on everyone's flight. We'll stop when all need to. Hang tight. We'll play "monkey see, monkey do." It's all how you see it. Perception is just about your only fight. Last and the least. First up to bat with no one to compete. Bound to the shore. Bound by the shackles of still wanting more. See how you want to. But there's nothing to argue. See how you please but just leave free will be. A war has awoken. The committee has spoken. Deal is broken. See how you please but just leave free will be. Blast off in a ring match. But find that nobody asked for a fight. Install a new weakness. In time gravity serves their demise. Unsolvable creatures. Their lives a knee jerk reaction decides. In all there's a future. Stand tall. The serpent has been known to bite. See how you please. Live how you need. Everyone's free. As they stand. Some just need to learn how to let others choose who to be.
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One of Many Oakland, California
Dana Lindstrom: Vocals / Guitars
Will Vara: Drums
Erinn
Wilkerson: Bass
All Songs Written & Recorded by Dana Lindstrom
Cole Miller did the drums on Dismammaled and Kyle
Stampfli did the bass.
Write to One of Many: d.g.lindy@gmail.com
© 2013 City Son Record
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