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Nothing Wrong
04:22
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Think my times up. What’s the matter? Did I read it wrong?
Black distortion clouds my vision, of another song
I’m stuck when I can’t read you. It’s like I used to say
Situation’s like a billboard, standing in my way
You’re just trying to make me worry
Although nothing’s wrong
You’re just trying to make me worry
Although nothing’s wrong
Although nothing’s wrong
Nothing’s wrong at all
Now your eyes are black molasses, and I pour it out
It’s on my fingers, how it lingers I can’t figure you out
I know something’s wrong
I know something’s wrong
I know something’s wrong
I know something’s wrong…
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2. |
Gone Away World
03:29
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There’s a home (farm), out on the border
It’s all (everything’s) out of order now. . .
Out there is creation, (still) working it out
There’s so many awful ways, to (you can) work things out
Faceless stranger – A lonely lover
The palm of my hand – Is like no other
Voiceless Dragon – And the palm of my hand
Desperate (Headless) man – Oh man. . .
Gone away people – Gone away mimes
Gone away everything – Gone away time
Gone away creatures – Gone away girl
Gone away everything – It’s a gone away world
Gone away thousand – Gone away sound
Gone away everything – Gone away town
Gone away creatures – Gone away girl
Gone away everything – It’s a gone away world
It’s a gone away world
It’s a gone away world
It’s a gone away world
It’s a gone away world
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3. |
Burning Out
03:58
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Talking faces annoy me
But you say it’s not them
But if for once I am right here
We’re getting fucked up again…
I’m burning out (x4)
I couldn’t wait for the A-bomb
To sweep you out of my way
When everyone starts to bore me
I want the talk to go away, and I can’t wait
So I lay on my back now
I’m too empty to move
Paralyzed by my failures
And you tell me that I’m good, but it’s not true
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4. |
Come on Over
02:20
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Well, I got eggs, and we got bacon
We got muffins, just gots to bake them
We got the greasiest spoon in the land
We got lard and inch deep in the pan
Do you see the shit that’s fryin'
In that big old frying pan?
That’s grade-A Spam®
We’re hung over, and feeling bad
Need some breakfast, won’t hurt our head
Why don’t you come on over
We ain’t serving no whole grains
We’re backing up our arteries
We’re stopping up our, clogged up veins
Well, I’m no Vegan, oh what the hell
Top of the food chain, life’s pretty swell!
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5. |
Giving it Back
04:45
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Giving it back somewhere
Maybe with your eyes
Giving it back sometime
Maybe with your smile
Giving it back somehow
Maybe for a little while
Maybe right now…
When you’re down and busted
Lusting for another night
You wonder and wander
And ponder all your running around
And you sink so low and you don’t know
How you’ll ever set everything right, well
You gotta stop your bleeding
And give it back somehow!
. . .
Maybe for a little while
Maybe for a little while
Maybe for a little while
Maybe right now
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6. |
Try
03:06
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I’ve been walking the same old line
I’ve been trying to realize what it’s all about
And I can feel it in everyone
Can’t you feel it coming on, what’s going on?
Something strange is going on, or it’s not
And if we don’t know what to do, we just try. . .
I believe that everyone
Should join hands and sing this song together
And I believe that everyone
Should take the time to figure out these words
I hope that maybe later on
We’ll look around and see who burned the world down
And we can take them by the hand
And understand what went wrong and try again
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7. |
Record Player
04:48
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Forty-nine hours, of shitter’s luck
We would have been better off
Lying in the muck
And I’ve forgotten, every name
Of every stinking demon
To ever come my way…
Your record player and all of those lines
The situation… It just died
And all those wrinkled and battered
Broken, shattered, torn up and tattered dog ears
But you were fine / But were still fine
A flaxen maiden, a golden snare
And no one here could figure out
Where the hell you were
And I’ve forgotten, every name
Of every stinking demon
To ever come my way…
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8. |
Connected
06:44
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Going home, up the stair
I was looking forward to the way she’d meet me there, at the door
Up the stair, I walk in
And she greets me in the kitchen in a way I won’t again, forget
That’s the way she chose to deal with me
I walk in, shivering
And she’s staring back at me with that deathly grin
Shivering, and on my knees
I reach down and hold her hand for the last time, quietly
That’s the way she chose to deal with me
People die, every day
But I never felt connected to any of them, in any way
Every day, she would say
That I need to empathize with someone else’s pain, some way
That’s the way she used to talk to me
Lying there, cool and warm
You look so lonely there, lying on the floor
Warm and cool, I never knew
But I lie beside you now, more connected, to you
More connected, to you
More connected, to you
More connected
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Take a look at me–I’m acting like a damn fool
Don’t seem to care–you'll do anything, anywhere I say
As low as I drop, you’ll always look up to me
Look up to me
As low as I fall, you’ll always bow to me
Directions lost–I just want to tie one on
Prod me along–you just want to hear the song I sing
As low as I drop, you’ll always look up to me
Look up to me
As low as I fall, you’ll always bow to me
I finger you–you don’t mind dirty nails
Get up, get off–you love the slop I talk to you
As low as I drop, you’ll always look up to me
Look up to me
As low as I fall, you’ll always bow to me
Take a look at me–I’m acting like a damn fool
You don’t seem to care–you'll do anything, anywhere I say
As low as I drop, you’ll always look up to me.
Look up to me
As low as I fall, you’ll always bow to me
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10. |
Bluff
04:54
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Changed my face, my stupid smile
God, I haven’t seen you in a while, well, here I am
Five weeks, since I drank
But that was just to make you think, that I’ve changed
My past runs close behind my fate
The sting’s set up, but I think it can wait
The rules are different, but the cards are the same
And we’re sitting at the table in an all-night game
So come back, come back, please come back
Come back, I swear to you that I have changed
It takes a big man to admit you were right
A strong woman would just lose sight of my past
Five weeks, since I drank
Well that was just to make you think, that I’ve changed
You were the first time I left my money lie on the table
All the drinking and women
I’d change that now if I could
And you’d come back, come back, please come back
Come back, I swear to you that I have changed
Come back, come back, etc…
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11. |
Glad That You're Gone
03:12
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I’m so fucking glad, that you’re gone now
After 14 months you’d think I’d feel alone somehow
When you took all your shit and moved it on out of my house
But I’m so fucking glad, that you’re gone
Well you went away, and far I hope
A million miles would be to close to me right now
You took, everything, that I could give
And you still complain, is that the way you wanted me to live?
When you left, you thought I’d crawl to you
But you’re dead wrong, sugar, I’ve got something to say to you
Well you went away, and for a long time
A million years would suit me fine, I’m glad you’re gone
Now you’re off my back, you’re with another man
And I don’t feel sorry, except for him, he’s with you, my dear
When you left, you thought I’d crawl to you
But you’re dead wrong, sugar, I’ve got something to say to you
. . .
Yeah, I’m so fucking glad that you’re gone!
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Well, they’re playing some songs
You won’t hear on the radio
‘Cause they’re gone, gone
They’re gone, gone, they’re gone
Well, they’re not ones to forsake your trust
When the noise comes crashing down
‘Cause this band right here is called
SHOT TO HELL
And they’re breaking. . .
I said this band is breaking down
They’re on the road
And they’re just laying it down
And all the people at the bar…
They don’t give a damn who they are
Well, there’s light in my eyes
But you’ll never prove me wrong
And so I write another
Another propaganda song
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Shot to Hell La Crosse, Wisconsin
Using comparisons to describe Shot To Hell is relatively useless. These hard-hitting cow-punkers from La Crosse, WI cover more ground than a stampeding herd of pissed-off buffalo...With one foot firmly planted in today's indie-garage rock and one firmly planted in yesterday's country horse-apple, Shot To Hell makes the combination of country sensibility and punk ethos work better than most. ... more
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