1. |
Carpe Dante
02:34
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Many moons ago, when the Earth was green,
When the wild was king,
And the dawn of man was but a distant dream;
There were behemoths,
And leviathans,
And unimaginable things,
But that was many moons ago, when the Earth was green.
Many suns ago, when the universe was new,
When the first star was born,
And the first comet flew,
There was your God,
Your Buddha,
And even Chuthulu,
But that was many suns ago, when the universe was new.
Many things have come,
And many have been,
Consider that this day,
Shall never dawn again.
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2. |
Nowhere
01:38
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There's a long road leading to Nowhere,
I've travelled it many times
No sense 'cause there's no reason
No wrong 'cause there's no right
And there's many a man who's lost his mind,
And if you take a stroll you will find,
It's a long road leading to Nowhere,
I've travelled it many times
If you start feeling blue,
You're on Misery Avenue
Take a left on Dull Boulevard,
It's the most boring by far
And it's hard to say how many days
You'll have to take to find your way
On the long road leading to Nowhere
You should come along with me some day
You could say that I'm crazy,
Yeah, you could say I'm mad
I'm just the way that God made me,
And he made me pretty bad
Maybe that's the reason why
No matter how hard I might try
That long road leading to Nowhere
Will stay with me till the day I die
Stay with me till the day I die
Stay with me till the day I die
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3. |
North Hysterica
02:28
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It's dark, and it's cold,
Inside an old country home,
Oh so dark, and cold.
In a land of rust,
Littered with corpses and dust,
Such a land of rust.
Chorus-
Oh Land of the Freaks,
Home of the Insane.
Poor ol' North Hysterica,
The world turned its back on ya;
Ignoring your flag:
Stripes, Stitches and Rags.
Sea to stormy sea,
Not a shred of sympathy,
Stormy as the sea.
Sieze the fucking day;
Come what will or come what may.
Living day by day.
Chorus
Sunrise to sunset,
A nation doomed by regret;
What did you expect?
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4. |
World of Strife
02:55
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Different faces; different names
Different places, but it always ends the same
I wind up face down in the street
So slowly drowning in defeat
Then I curse and I rise
With a busted lip and two bloody eyes
Limping down the alley way
Tripping through puddles all the way
But I haven't had enough, in fact I'm just warming up
This is how I live my life, everday's another fight
In a World of Strife
Broken promise; broken bones
Leaving scars that can't be healed by time alone
I'll shrug it off like it's a bruise
What harm can one more beating do?
I might complain once in awhile
But giving in; that's just not my style
I'm walking down that alley way
Playing this guitar all the way
No I haven't had enough, in fact I'm just warming up
This is how I live my life, everyday's another fight
In a World of Strife
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5. |
The King of Louisiana
02:50
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Oh, Mr. Compton,
Good to see ya, Mr. Compton,
Oh, Mr. Compton was a good man.
He wasn't fighting for plantations,
He was searching for salvation and found himself in damnation,
In a little bitty shack,
That bitch she bit him on the back,
And he had no choice but to join the undead nations.
Poor Mr. Compton,
Sorry 'bout ya, Mr. Compton,
Poor Mr. Compton, you're a dead man.
Breakdown
He had to say goodbye to sweet sunshine,
Instead he had to sleep in a coffin and sip on bloody wine,
But that never changed his mind,
He thinks about it all the time,
And that my friends, is what makes him, one of a kind.
Oh Mr. Compton,
Don't give up on Mr. Compton,
Oh Mr. Compton, from Ol' Dixieland.
Oh Mr. Compton,
King of Louisiana, Mr. Compton,
Oh, Mr. Compton was a good man.
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6. |
Fields of Plenty
02:56
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Roamin' the Fields of Plenty,
Guess I had one too many,
'Cause I don't remember anything I see.
As I rest on a weathered stone,
I've never felt so alone,
But the only one to blame for this is me.
Chorus-
I should of said, "Hey, come along.
I know a place let's write a song.
You'll make it sound pretty,
And I'll make it sound strong."
But instead, I just left,
With The Captain on my breath.
Now I'm wishin' I had more, in The Fields of Plenty.
I traced my steps, and I followed stars,
But looking back, I didn't make it far,
Guess I'd rather be lost here, then in a shitty bar.
I might of cried, and I might of laughed,
There's no telling for sure when I'm this drunk off my ass.
Where's the bloody road? This is such a load of shit.
Chorus
A-yo whoa-o
A-yo whoa-o
A-yo whoa-o
A-yo whoa whoa-o
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7. |
In The Valley of Nis
04:40
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The Genie who haunts the moon beams spake to the Daemon
Of The Valley of Nis, Saying:
"I am old, and forget much,
Tell me the deeds, the aspect, and name
Of them who built these things,
These crumbeling walls of stone."
And the Daemon replied:
"I am Memory, and I am wise in lore of the past,
But I too am old.
These beings are like the water's of the river Than,
Not to be understood.
Their deeds I recall not, for they were but of the moment.
Their aspect I recall dimly, for it was like that, of the little apes in the trees.
Their name I recall clearly, for it rhymed with that of the river, the river Than.
These beings of yesterday were called man, were called man, were called...
Man... Were called man.
Were called Man.
So the Genie flew back to the Thin Horned moon,
And the Daemon looked intently, at a little ape
In a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard
In The Valley,
In The Valley,
In The Valley of Nis
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8. |
The Program
03:47
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Today I killed my best friend... This time it's war.
I really wish we could just pretend,
'Cause I don't wanna play anymore.
Verse I
We were thrown right into chaos;
Brought on by Elder's, who've forsaken us.
No trust, no hope, no one to save us;
If I'm not dead, then I'm delirious.
Chorus
Today I killed my best friend... This time it's war.
Today I killed my best friend... This time it's war.
Verse II
Babes tripping through the forest,
Dodging glances, dodging bullets.
Shells snowing from the turretts,
But at least the weather's perfect.
Chorus
Verse III
Keep your voice down, no need to shout.
My vision's fading and I'm bleeding out.
Slowly slipping to the dirt nap.
Final delusion: Trumpets playing Taps
"Taps/kinda"
Chorus
Today I killed my best friend... This time it's war.
I really wish we could just pretend,
'Cause I don't wanna play anymore.
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9. |
Photosynthesis
04:50
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Outside it's snowing
But that's okay for me, 'cause I'm a tree
Stuck in the park
Full of broken hearts
I'll catch the snow
Stay by me and I'll keep you from the cold
My bark doesn't bite
But it gets pretty cold at night
You can stay if you want
I won't run you off
Company is a gift
But if you want to leave
Then go right ahead
My only friend is neglect
We plants don't get no respect
Please cut me, burn me to the ground
Turn these sad roots of mine upside down
I've been through worse, I'll be okay
Make me a stump and sit on me
I've never been one to conform, but nature makes me fit the norm
The snow freezes you but it feeds me, maybe a tree's the thing to be?
Just maybe
Outside it's raining
But that's okay for me, 'cause I'm a tree
Stuck in the park
Full of broken hearts
I'll block the rain
Stay by me and you'll be somewhat dry again
At least for awhile
Until the wind is no longer mild
You can stay if you want
I won't run you off
Company is a gift
But if you want to leave
Then go right ahead
My only friend is neglect
We plants don't get no respect
Please cut me, burn me to the ground
Turn these sad roots of mine upside down
I've been through worse I'll be okay
Make me a stump and sit on me
I've never been one to conform, but nature makes me fit the norm
The rain drowns you but it feeds me, maybe a tree's the thing to be?
Just maybe
Outside it's sunny
But that's okay for me, 'cause I'm a tree
Stuck in the park
Full of broken hearts
I'll shade the Sun
Stay by me I give off oxygen, not UV
Unless you want to tan, please use some sun lotion
You can stay if you want
I won't run you off
Company is a gift
But if you wan to leave
Then go right ahead
My only friend is neglect
We plants don't get no respect
Please cut me, burn me to the ground
Turn these sad roots of mine upside down
I've been through worse I'll be okay
Make me a stump and sit on me
I've never been one to conform, but nature makes me fit the norm
The Sun burns you but it feeds me, maybe a tree's the thing to be?
Just maybe
Just maybe, just maybe, just maybe, O-just maybe
Just maybe, just maybe, just maybe, O-just maybe
Just maybe, just maybe, just maybe, O-just maybe
Just maybe, just maybe, just maybe, O-just maybe
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10. |
Whiskey Eyes
04:19
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The autumn moon is high, and so am I.
Spirit's rise, and guide my Whiskey Eyes.
The summoned souls of many took me by the hand,
And led me back three years ago, to Where-It-All-Began,
Across the wooden bridge that stood above the tracks,
With a song inside my heart and a guitar strapped to my back.
Quiet as a mouse, I strode into The House,
And it soon was clear, I was welcome here.
Chorus
Then without any warning, there came a mighty wind,
That sent me soaring through the sky, an inch below Heaven,
And with a roar of thunder that echoed o'er the clouds,
Right before my bloodshot eyes a band of demons swelled.
In wasted rage I yelled: "I'll send your asses back to Hell!"
For days and nights we'd fight, in and out of sight
Chorus
With a jolt, I woke, and found my tales were just a dream.
I would call 'em nightmares, but I'm too fond of the obscene.
Without imagination, would anyone be sane?
We'd all turn into scarecrows and ask The Oz for brains.
And upon that note, I'm off to find a basement show.
When and where, I don't know, but I'll be in the front row.
Chorus
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Rust-ICK Minot, North Dakota
From the Land of the North Wind (Minot, ND) is the Wicked Hick, Rust-ICK, a pint-sized bard with high
spirit.
Rust-ICK has performed at Pangea House, International Peace Gardens, Open-Mic's, T's Tavern, Other Bar's, Basement Show's, and any venue's willing.
With Folk/Ghettotech album, "Sludge Soda", and her newest CD, "Let 'Em Have It!", Rust-ICK plays with a haphazard sense of style.
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