What? (lyrics)

Boozetooth

I’ve been planting the seeds
Sent to scatter the spiders
From unsteady feet
On account of a boozetooth

Breath stoked in flames
Lights the long way
Lights the wrong way

Raw swells beat against the grey
Drowning out what’s to happen

(chorus)
They’ve brought it here to cut off its head in front of us.
It feels like it’s crashing over, and we open doors to let the blood flow through

Don’t understand what you’ve seen
You’re all by yourself

Back to where you sleep
Not knowing whose rust-caked throat calls out and asks where you’ve been?

—

Brute

With the work lights, I can’t see ‘em
Down by the river I can hear them screaming

“Oh, god’s gold turned to ash, whoever saw that one comin?”

There’s been worse nights
At least there’s fireflies
And this love of the worst kind
Got it so bad I can’t get to sleep at night

So I fill up my pockets
Full up with matches
To burn off questions and push through the hours

(chorus)
Never never knew what to expect
If it rains, it’s swell
Apex brute you’ve fallen down

And hey, wear those crimes well
And hey, gnash your teeth right
You might not have shells to sell, but maybe some pearls to shine

To test the design for imperfections
Spat a few sparks at a new complexion
Made it too hot to see
(I) Want to join the two souls, drunk and fishing
Smashed on the rocks to keep from drifting
Because they have reasons I don’t want to understand.

You were stronger than all oceans
Able to hold back the seasons
They never cried, never complained, just let you slip out of sight.
You didn’t get it
You didn’t like it
Someone stole you in the middle of the night
You didn’t break them, didn’t clean them, just kept them quiet in the back of your mind.

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Bury It

Asked me to ghost him
I don’t like spirits
The one I talk to won’t respond
Just sits on a still machine and she can tell that the quiet isn’t ringing the bells.

And why, is it such a long way down?
And why, must we rip up the ground?

Choked into a knot, they never concede
With eyes like boulders that roll for the trees
(and) hands around our neck
with nothing to say but plenty to spit

And some day, we want a firmer grip
But these days, we’re all splinters scattered amongst the wood-chips

(chorus)

Bury It, bury it, bury it until it calls
with airborn ashes, spread from eight legs
to burn out all the graves.

We’ll know when it’s free,
the womb won’t be so kind
as to keep us sheltered in echoes
from a scream that died long ago.

Hallucinations. The voiceless faces
Woven together too fine
To provide comfort outside
When limbs shake, when the bead groans

Try, braining a thought against a wall
Tried, but the answer doesn’t soften the withdrawals

Detuned disposal, long and hard or short
Hung like moss, from a rotting branch
Tendrils away, ever searching, will this be it? Will this be it?

Left, gutted in the mud
Just like a skeleton, the one we always want to find

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Crackershack

(this is the original title to Crackshack, due to an error on our part it was released as Crackshack)

Goin’ to the Crackershack
Got to got to Muscletown
This car doesn’t go very fast to fight a drunk tornado
(You) Keep asking the time
I don’t know the time
Does it ever close?
It just burns and burns and burns.

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Doom Patrol

Should winds speak ‘o’ orphans you must listen.
For last words fall when the soul drifts to dream.
O stale sweet words you offer but tears for a doomed patrol,
ever building spirals, never knowing the plans.

The structure wails for a mothers bones
Lo she speaks in a hall of symphony
“Only when I left you, were you free to wander lucidly.”

(chorus)
Go to the shores at darkest night and count the bodies in the waves.
If fingers stir the stones a serpent will rise
from the tide
from the flesh
from the foam
I’ll say “I’m sorry” and you won’t hear me
For I’m leaving the shores in the belly of a beast.
Please don’t forget me.

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Ghosts

Short breaths move to suppress the reversal
Who said the words “You god, goddamned sonofabitch”?

With a splintered black tongue to cut the resistance
Put it on easy, no need to expand.

Four fingers high with a gravel choke
That says I’m kind of fond of funerals
Never-mind this sobbing, are we here to bury something?

(chorus)
I found the truth at the bottom of a glass
For the wrong times I’ve got books to fill
For the other hours I’m too thirsty to notice that the ghosts have stopped speaking
OoOoO
It’d be nice to pick a fight with something
That didn’t bite back for once
I’ve got enough teeth in this fist as it is, be nice to put some back in my mouth.

Remembering when small steps sought distraction,
and were led into the light.
Where I had the love, and the love brought me to see
A blistering sun cook the pavement beneath a broken bird
It’s eyes rebelled into liquid, evaporating in the heat

Now I feel why those eyes ran
It was easier to leave
To find life outside a fading heartbeat
Than to look into what makes it bleed.

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I Am Drugs

I make you need it.
I make you steal it.
I make you (fill it in yourself) it.
I make you feel it.
I am drugs. We are drugs.

(chorus)
And I can’t and I can’t breathe.
I’m choking on diamonds just to be rid of you.
I want to be rid of you, I want to be rid of that,
I don’t want to breathe I want to be rid of you.

I make you give it
I make you love it
I make you live it

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It Speaks

Does it ride on a horse?
No.
Does it live in the trees?
No.
Can it breathe in water?
No.
Does it speak like me?

Does it wear shoes?
Yes.
Does it like to dance?
Yes.
Does it have an ass?
Yeah.
Does it shake its ass?
Yes.

Does it shake it real mean?
Oh yeah.

Does it like to dance?
Yeah.
Does it have an ass?
Yes.
Does it shake its ass?
Yes.
Does it?
Does it shake it real mean?
Oh yeah.

Does it dance hard?
Yeah.
Can it do the cyclops?
Yes.
Does it scream yesyesyesyesyesyesyes?
Yes.
Does it screamscreamscreamscreamscream?
Yes.

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Keep the Devil Off Your Back

Hang your head low and don’t make a sound
Because he’s watching, the devil want to pull you down, down, down.
Down in the garden where the wind don’t blow.
Comin’ in the night air, you know the Devil gonna show
Sing low a sweet a song for the night.
You got to sing it for the sun, you got to sing it for your life.

Lust for the morning.
You Never loved so loud, walking on wildflowers, the moss, the crabgrass and an earthy shroud.
But the still nights hangs with dirt and whiskey and lye.
You got to keep on creepin’ hard.
You got to keep away from his eyes.

(chorus)
You got to walk, you must move away
Don’t look for the moon ’til the tree-line fades, ’til the willows sway
You’ve got to quicken your gate
Swing it wide to avoid the flies that will cling to you
Until a fire or hang on His divine

If your throat is dry don’t drink from a well.
Because the water is sour, run through with what he wants you to sell.
In a midnight choir where the grass don’t grow
He’s there waitin’ for you, the Devil want to see you broke.

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Kill the Noise

“Back home” so you say?
“Who killed the noise? Who Killed it today?”
If you smile I’ll wipe it away. New shoes need to get dirty.
“Come alive” so you say?
“Who killed the noise? Who Killed it today?”
Not so easy on the eyes?
You’ll see this kind of ugly can work.

Five, five for one and one to the floor.
So cheap you’re surprised you’ve never seen it before.

You, you’ve got something to say?
To say that I’ve never walked so soft in shoes so heavy
That they can drain knowledge from your head
in puddles so thick that what swims inside dreams it was dead?

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Off

I love what you’ve done.
I love what you’ve done.
Where did the lights go?
I’ve got to sell it so this won’t turn me down. Down.
Okay here comes the numb afterthoughts that dull all sounds down.
Will we speak now?
Do you speak now?
All I hear are Whip-poor-wills
Does the river call?
Do you heed a boatman’s call?
Take these coins I wish you well.

(chorus)
As for me I’ll find the long way home
I know you, you’ll follow so closely
Luster won’t fade away, still it doesn’t seem to settle the drag these days
and I’ll come around I’ll come around. I’ll come around it’ll be okay.

Got the quiet now.
I’ll carry it awhile ’til it folds me in two.
Then the tears come. Come to dry me out and leave me waif in the grass now.
Usher in repose, tinged in disgusted throes
Can’t tell if they’re for you or me.
Must wander now
Let this air surround and carry to a softer place.

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Shit Disco Stunner

A-line skirt in a gutter dive
Rye whiskey cough gets the snakes in line
“Hey how are you?”
“Hey shut up”
When the blackout hits, it’s still not enough.

(chorus)

Got the rough stuff, brings a beast to life.
They want to fuck it up until it sleeps.

When it comes alive, when it comes,
I don’t want that fire in my mind

Plaid pleated pants on a holiday.

Shit disco stunner, suited up to play it safe.
Wine stained teeth (that) grin, flash and lurk.
Strobing to blind, got to make things work

The Stars didn’t show two fell astray.
Starred in a ghost town, hours away.
Big double shame, push push cry.
The stars didn’t know, they fucked their days into night.