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Wendigo Fever
04:07
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I’m restless at night
Don’t know my wrong from my right
I’m haunted
I’m haunted
That Wendigo Fever’s got a hold on me
Changed me from the man I used to be
I got blood on my hands
Haunches where I used to stand
I’m haunted
I’m haunted
That Wendigo Fever’s got a hold on me
I ain’t half the man I used to be
Damn this mood and what it does to me
It's a curse, you see
Got a hunger you couldn’t comprehend
I'm emaciated and hateful again
I’m haunted
I’m haunted
That Wendigo Fever’s got a hold on me
Changed me from the man I used to be
Grind my teeth down
Feelin’ jaded and worn down
I’m haunted
I’m haunted
That Wendigo Fever’s got a hold on me
Changed me from the man I used to be
Damn this mood and what it does to me
It’s a curse, you see
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Route 24
03:24
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I went out past route 24
Where you’ve got to leave your steel-toed doubts at the door
Nothing romantic about a week old snow on the road
Or a woman who’s auctioned you off for parts or so you’re told
They always say the cold can chill to the bone
They’ve never known it’s comfort when you sober up on your own
I’d heard the ghost stories and what the locals had to say
To never venture out
Without the low hanging sun to keep the shadows at bay
Well, hardship and pain will knock sense out of man
Bring him low and ripe for the clutch of phantom hands
That dull burgundy winter ring glowed at the bottom of the night
Dead trees were silhouetted against a moon distant and bright
An ancient funk crept over the land
Like roadkill under a summer sun in Alabam’
I went to my knees and remembered the prayers
Of the faith I lost in my formative years
I asked for forgiveness and a direction to head
I got no reply so I asked for quiet instead
Satisfied as those on their knees tend to be
I felt a power was listening, though I could not see
I cleared my throat and spoke aloud
“I’ve had troubles, I’ve had pain, I’ve lost and tempers crossed
I want to know why I’ve suffered so
Why battles keep waging deep down in my soul
Why am I left to feel remorse?”
I thought I heard a voice, of course
A whisper just above the ringing in my ear
It said what I thought I wanted to hear
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Fame & Glory
03:10
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Do I do it for the feel in my bones?
‘Cause it ain’t for false prophets on fool’s thrones
Or is it for the crooked cut at the door
Or for bein’ so fucked up you can’t get up from the floor
Maybe it’s for the glory
Maybe it’s for the fame
Of the three people who danced who won’t remember your name
The miles are long and the nights are dark
Two-bit hustlers too talentless to bite so they bark
Same songs, same bars, same people
Here’s the church
Now try not to jump from the steeple
Maybe it’s for the glory
Maybe it’s for the fame
Of the three people who danced who won’t remember our name
Maybe’s it ‘cause we’re crazy
Or for the pain
Or because I can’t seem to shake all of this shame
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Neon Gods
02:56
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You're praying to false idols again
And you know what's bound to happen
You're at the altar of neon gods
Well, I don't like the odds
Don't look into the shadows
For what you should already know
Don't look to the depths below
To wreck your sacred home
Stop wondering if there's more
Because you ain't gonna like what's at your door
Stop foolin' around
Heed what I say
'Cause there'll come a day
Where you won't have a say
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I’ve been on benzos and downers
And those Serotonin blockers
Well, I’d rather self-medicate than get a script
From those doctors
My heart is racin’
My blood is boilin’
My skin is crawlin’
My mind is broken
Nervous breakdown so they pumped me full of Ativan
Depression took a hold
So they sent me home with Lorazepam
I hated the comedown so they gave me Trazadone
Now it’s 5 AM and I’m screamin’ into a pillow alone
I got the shakes all over me
They’d bring a mighty buffalo down to his knees
I got the sweats, baby
I’m drownin’ in my own misery
The days are long and the nights are longer
I’m counting down the days, the minutes,
The months, the hours
Until I feel better
Until I feel like myself
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Cosmic Waltz
03:28
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Just ‘cause we don’t fight every night
Don’t mean that I don’t love you
Just cause you’re wrong, honey
Don’t mean that I’m right
I’m worn down from this rodeo
All I wanna do is line dance with you
When my compass breaks how do I find true north
Don’t tell me it’s the stars who dance and in their waltz change course
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Gypsies
02:53
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I recall the day the gypsies lost their home
Exiled to the beaten path they promised to never roam
Rites of passage and the passion of youth
Were snuffed out for bein’ the word; the truth
Hardened wisdom etched by long lost names
Peeled and faded
Of glory days and the sad few who made it
Battle cries and electric hymns echoed off the walls
The sweet smell of blood, sweat and beers hung ripe in the halls
For everyone who lived for last call
Remember the day they took it away
And didn’t think their empire would fall
Hardened wisdom etched by long lost names
Peeled and faded
Of glory days and the sad few who made it
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Hard Livin'
04:36
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I’ve got a plague inside of me
It’s pestilence
It’s famine
It’s greed
I feel like the end times are drawin’ near
So gather ‘round children
And lend me your ears
Let me tell you
About the things I’ve done
About the wars I’ve waged
And how I’ve won none
Let me tell you
About how my heart breaks
When there’s too much to give
And all they do is take
I don’t know how I got to the shape I’m in
Too much runnin’ and hard livin’
I feel like the end times are drawin’ near
So gather ‘round peasants
And join in the fear
Let me tell you
About the things I’ve done
About the wars I’ve waged
And how I’ve won none
Let me tell you
About how my heart breaks
When the chips are down
And no one will raise the stakes
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True Color
03:36
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Is this still the land of the free?
When we lock up the brave for seeking sanctuary?
Why do we detain the poor?
And make convicts out of the innocent tryin’ to level the score?
Rehab and AA ain’t helpin’ those in need
Just gets ‘em off smack and addicted to Christianity
Unemployment don’t pay the bills
When you're dropped by arbitrary bureaucratic shills
We’ll take your huddled masses yearning to breathe
As long as they can be used for publicity
The highways and the underpasses are where worn down workers retire
Burnt out on the American funeral pyre
Don’t matter much to them who runs this land
If you don’t play the game you’re always gonna feel like you’re on the lam
Doesn’t matter who’s red or who’s blue
The true color of this country is ‘fuck you’
Sponsored hate and officially sanctioned divide
Social media’s pulled the wool over you’re eyes
It ain’t a movement when it’s peddling merch
When you’re still getting stopped at gun point and illegally searched
Doesn’t matter all that red, white and blue
The true color of this country is ‘fuck you’
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Same Ol' Story
02:37
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You toss and turn and can’t sleep at night
Wondering if your man will come home alright
Woman, you know what you got
You got a man at home with the soul rot
Ooh, baby, it’ll drive you crazy
Your man wants neon glory
Listen up, honey, it’s the same ol’ story
Once he gets his eyes on that two lane black top
You know he ain’t gonna stop
Ooh, baby, it’ll drive you crazy
He’s got anger as black as dirt
Or so he’s been told from the ones he’s hurt
Your man’s future is all used up
A horseshoe without the luck
Ooh, baby, it’ll drive you crazy
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Thoughts & Prayers
03:45
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Well, we landed on Jezero
But the power’s out in Texas, ya know
That’s the price you pay in the United States
Well, divided now but fuck ‘em
, we tried anyways
Haven’t spent hundreds of years
To succumb to Evangelical fears
Here’s a prayer
Here’s a thought
Did you ever wonder if you got got
The sound
And the fury
Of a ruling class acting as judge and jury
Well, the times they are a-changin’
All that wind from D.C. keeps the flag a-wavin'
We haven’t spent hundreds of years
To succumb to ancient fears
Here’s a prayer
Here’s a thought
Did you ever wonder if you got got
Here’s a prayer
Here’s a thought
Did you ever wonder if you got got
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Hold The Line
02:50
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Let me work myself
Into an early grave
‘Cause the worker’s soul
You can’t save
Tell you one more time
Hold fast, hold the line
Let me drink myself
Into an early grave
‘Cause from 9 to 5
I’m sick of bein’ a slave
Tell you one more time
Hold fast, hold the line
Let me smoke myself
Into an early grave
‘Cause I can’t sleep
Gotta be up in a couple hours anyway
Tell you one more time
Hold fast, hold the line
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Heal
03:06
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Breathe in the smoke, my friend
Feel the rocks move
Feel the river bend
Take this holy sacrament
Heal
(Healing, I’m healing)
Close your eyes, my love
Dream of all the things you dream of
Take a hold of your soul
Heal
(Healing, I’m healing)
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Lazarus
05:34
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Wandered lost for hundreds of miles
Took to the bottle on cold nights for awhile
Left for dead on redemption's road
For the best, or so I'm told
Chewed up and spit out
Smoked ‘em when I got ‘em to keep from the drought
From San Antone to Mexico
Settled for plata ‘cause I gave up on oro
Up in Lake County at the flat land divide
Took a moment to look out with one eye forward, the other two behind
I’ll rise like Lazarus
Come back for the hell of it
Wandered long as a wayfaring stranger
No shelter from harm and danger
Carried weight 'cross county lines
Almost laid me down in the shade of the pines
Didn’t love, didn’t hate, couldn’t feel
Sometimes the price is too much so you’ve got to steal
All these trials and tribulations
Calamities and damnation can stay buried in the past
I'll rise like Lazarus
Come back for the hell of it
Hell, it’s just a moment and then it’s gone
I know the grave ain't no home
I'll rise like Lazarus
Come back for the hell of it
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