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White Line Fever
04:08
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White lines pass me by
As they hypnotize
So don’t give me no static
Bright lights I can handle it
I’ve got the white line fever
She’s got the white line fever
So come on baby and take me for a ride
I’m in another city
By the time you see the sun
I’m already over the county line
By the time you know the deal is done
I’ve got the white line fever
She’s got the white line fever
You vagabonds and you non-believers
Come on you fuckers and take me for a ride
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Gather round my children and
Listen to your swami;
I’ll teach the recipe to make
Mighty Methuselah's salami
Just grind up all the poor,
That’s what the biomass is for,
Mr Methuselah Salami incorporated LLC.
Mighty Methuselah
Me myself and I
I can not be shaken
I can never die
Gather all the children
Tell them each for them a story
About the way they’re sposed ya carry out the swami’s glory
A statue forty thousand feet
All wrapped in skin and made of meat
Mr Methuselah’s Salami is made of kids like you and me
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John Q. Publick
03:26
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John Q. Public he’s a hard working man,
He’s the willing proletariat for Uncle Sam,
He don’t ever wanna change his life now no-how.
Cause he don’t know and he never been told,
Shepard takes the lamb chop from the fold,
They all step back in line.
Jane Q. Public she’s a hardworking lass,
Gunna climb up the ladder Gunma smash the glass
because yea she don’t ever wanna be somebody’s baby.
Because she knows yea she’s been told:
Shepard takes the lamb chop from the fold,
They all step back in line.
Presidents come yea presidents go you know,
You got the same familiar structures of control,
You can’t change the name of the game with what you say,
But you can change the way it’s played , yea, yea you know.
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What A Croc
02:09
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Well you don’t know love if you never made a mix tape,
How you say you love me if you always tried to save face,
You do what you do and you do it with style,
Underneath the surface you’re a crocodile
Whoa show me what you’re working with,
Whoa, show me what you’re working with,
Yea I fucking love what you’re working with
So please come on and show me what you’re working with
Cause I can feel the heat from your crocodile breath
You got where you’re going cause you’re always blending in
Just to stay satisfied you always got to take a limb
Looking real pretty with your peanut butter jelly rolls
Little did I know it was a death roll, ha ha, ha ha ha ha
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A.C. Ripple
02:49
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Girls who look like boys
Boys who look like girls
AC ripples riding my b+ tonight
The parasite inside the oscillation
Peaks to form a wave
AC ripple; It’s how my sex behaves
Sing the ancient right
In the dead of night
AC ripple it makes me feel alright
Is it really the one you love?
Are they really the one you care about?
The current threads it’s way below the zero line
And comes up for air again
AC ripple; the rooster and the hen
Feel the sweet sunshine
It’s sticky finger time
AC ripples it’s the reason and the rhyme
Is it really the one you love?
Are they really the one you care about
I can feel the strength of my electron flow;
My body tastes something new;
My speech centers fail when I’m with you.
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Microcosm
03:42
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Every time you say to me the world is gunna die
I just smile to myself and put it gently on the shelf
Because the world will keep on turning long after we are gone
When a parasite dies, the host moves on so I’ll keep
Studying, and studying, and studying, and studying,
And searching for the truth, for every little scrap of truth
You step backwards, forwards, always scanning centrally
Just searching for the image
Of a thing that you might find to be a
Caustic microcosm of the microcosmic
World in which you live in with me
And there’s a pattern to the puzzle
But the product never turns the way you want it to be
So I say hum-de-lolly hum-de-lay, what’s it matter anyways
You’ll never find the answer, and death will find you anyways
But I believe in truth, I believe in observation and
I know it’s all flawed,
This dirty lense to view the shape of my world
They say you can be your own provider
If you find the patterns in the salt and the sand,
And in the process of the man the one
Gives you your directions, tells you when to sit and stand,
When to lick his boots, when not to lick his boots so you keep
Studying, and studying, and studying, and studying,
And searching for the truth, for every little scrap of truth
You step backwards, forwards, always scanning centrally
Just searching for the image
Of a thing that you might find to be a
Caustic microcosm of the microcosmic
World in which you live in with me
And there’s a pattern to the puzzle
But the product never turns the way you want it to be
So I say hum-de-lolly hum-de-lay, what’s it matter anyways
You’ll never find the answer, and death will find you anyways
But I believe in truth, I believe in observation and
I know it’s all flawed,
This dirty lense to view the shape of my world
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I’m getting older everyday;
I’ll bet a dollar to my dingus that you are too
But our lives change in similar ways
It’s kinda funny how my need and all it’s faces
Just change over time as they slip into the places
That my body has meant for them to be
27 and it seems to me that all the birthdays that I used to see
Are just an arbitrary measurement of the passage of time
A single black dot on a spherical line
Once you realize what the world is: A single living organism
Everything you thought important well it doesn't really matter
But the truth about the world
just makes the bounty so much fatter
Keep on in the same direction
Life’ll take you round to where you need to be eventually
Keep your eyes on a distant future
Craft it up and hold it there within your mind’s eye for me
The fickle fate of a fearful nation
The heads of state and their machinations
There’s a deficit to the effect of liberty
Death and decay in the windy city
I feel a force inside of me: divine geometry ‘cause
Everything you thought important well it doesn’t really matter
But the truth about the world
Just makes the bounty so much fatter
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Stone
03:50
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Disinformation and American Pride
The shortest ladder to the top of the slide,
You slide down to the bottom then you’ll be back at the top again
A little bit of this and yea a little bit that,
A little bit of shit and yea a little bit of scat,
There’s more than one way to disembowel the American cat
But you knew that
You are the architect of American decline
Who makes the score board and who makes the sides?
A dead goat or the circling flies
Consume a serving daily till it rots your belly from the inside
A little bit of shit and yea a little bit of scat,
There’s more than one way to trim and simmer the American fat
But you knew that
You are the architect of American decline
Stone
Does this hit home
You are the architect of American decline
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Lollygagger Chicago, Illinois
We believe in truth and we believe in observation.
Matt: Guitar / Vocals
Michael: Drums
Kinsey: Bass
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