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Big Water
06:00
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Broken smokes all up in my wheel
Loosing it all learning to feel
Some fences are for mending
Some just to give offense
I am 1000 miles past September
Living off the empty bottle breath
Trying to ride the frayed lines of time
Moving beyond my 19 crimes
Is my contempt your greed
And your greed my impatience
And my impatience the nail
Upon which the hammer falls
It is an open ended conversation
That stirs through my mind
And if it is all the same to you
Light it up to loose these 19 crimes
Is my pride your envy
And your envy my duty
And my duty the toll
Upon which the price be paid
Is my self indulgence your anger
And your anger my lack of empathy
And my lack of empathy the fuel
Upon which the match must strike
I am 1000 miles past September
Living off the empty bottle breath
Trying to ride the frayed lines of time
Moving beyond my 19 crimes
Take big water
Get me under
Lift me up
And Let it go
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The wind blows where it pleases
Billy Sunday preached on Jesus
He rounded third and headed home
Was he safe? The seeds are sown
The wind blows where it please
Madame May has lots of teases
Called the queen of the night
For 2 dollars she made you feel all right
Now here’s a little story about that time in 1909
Up yonder down the Bellingham line
Just around the corner from Devil’s Row
Billy and Mae did some talking don’t you know
Down in a place called the Horseshoe
Did they acquaint
Leaving each other’s company
A little closer to being a Saint
The wind blows where it pleases
Billy Sunday preached on Jesus
He rounded third and headed home
Was he safe? The seeds are sown
The wind blows where it please
Madame May has lots of teases
Called the queen of the night
For 2 dollars she made you feel all right
Considered the fastest baseball player of his age,
Though it was through revival did Billy Rage
He preached to more people than anyone
In the history of all humanity
But so did Mae in her way
And that was no calamity
She became one of the richest people in all the town
But she used her money to make sure her ladies
Did not stay down
Haven made fair by Mae’s plan
Fouled off by the likes of man
On the sawdust trail did Billy roam
Millions of seekers found their way home
Mae catches fire so they can watch her burn
Wayward ways – time to turn
And that’s how she figured it
By the spark that she done lit
Billy live by the choices he made
Especially for those who played and prayed
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3. |
Unsinkable Song
03:21
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If my lines were fire
Spun from golden remedy
Lit from the eternal
Would you take me home?
If my songs were sung
By a silent melody
Could you hear my heart?
Come through the tune
They’re all old and broken
Most can’t hear reality
Better unspoken
Feel the air
How broke to get before you break?
How real to get before you fake?
How took to get before you take?
How many misses before you make?
Just Reach out your hand
If your life be empty
If your life be full
Won’t you help a friend in need
Tho’ light may falter
In the dark calamity
You must choose
The road which rolls under
The muses are king
In the land of melody
Apollo left the Apollo
Still wondering
Still wandering
How broke to get before you break?
How real to get before you fake?
How took to get before you take?
How many misses before you make?
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4. |
Raised on the Dial
02:49
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Born on the am
Raised on the dial
‘Bout 1979
Hells bells came calling
I’ve Been back in black
Ever since
Down to the river
Get your face blown out
Wooba-goobas green teeth
And let me in
Riding with top down
Dads Cadillac
Listened to Twitty and Johnny cash
All those winding roads lead back home
Love that dirty water
them rainy nights
To The radio
Redemptive airwaves
over and through
The snarl of
Wolf man jack is true
Percy sledge and
Fats domino &
Ain’t that a shame
Thank god for
Buddy holly
the big beat and Texas Radio
So listen to this old broken voice
Confess Am radio was the best
Like magic from So far Away
Rock around the clock trying to
Find the heart of Saturday night.
Nothing can replace the mystery
and wonder of the
spirit of the radio
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5. |
Death Valley Scotty
05:03
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The sun danced across
The frozen fog in the sky
Crunch colors were whirling
He never made lady-luck cry
Death Valley Scotty was a sun-dried
Prospector of souls
Making haste slowly,
He came to see what can be sold
Up in the hills there is gold
Let’s see what can sold
With a white felt hat and a red neck tie
A voice a sweet as Honey
Howdy y’all he would sing
With a wink and a line
Gonna get pretty lonesome
Up at the grapevine
From time to time you could hear it
If you listened very well
The wind had a story
A burning story to tell
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarm
Leaning, leaning
on the everlasting arm
The greatest poet who ever rode
The gal who wrote the book of Job
He said, the great poet who ever rode
Was the gal who wrote the book of Job
And he said, don’t keep pouring
New wine into old skins
Longer than most
He’s been in the headlines
He said, your gold pan is
Gonna stay thin
If you keep on renting your time
So the break the bread
and just keep sipping
On his wine
Gonna get pretty lonesome
Up at the grapevine
And he said, good luck to you all
Till your end
Again and Again and Again
Pass that wine onto your friend
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6. |
Old Enough
02:54
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Somewhere in the middle between trauma and nirvana
Laughing ‘bout some memories we used to call drama
I miss the summa
Before we had to grow up
I miss getting drunk and not getting hungova
For real though
Candle light and vino
Built the studio they started asking bout credo
If they made a movie bout my life I’d like to think we’d make it regal
Imma bring out all my people
Even grandma in the B-roll
They used to tell me wait until you’re old enough
Lately I’ve been thinking am I old enough
‘Cause the party don’t stop
Till we say so
But we only growin up
When we sober up
If you’re looking for the love you can come my way
Looking for the plug you can come my way
If it wasn’t for the squad then I’d have no way no way
Yeah yeah
So if we goin in
We goin all in
Where you wanna be
when the world ends
You can’t bring me down
You can’t bring me down
No We gon’ live it up
While we still can
The party don’t stop till we say so
And we only growing up when we sober up
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7. |
Creeping Cthuhlu
02:43
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Creeping Cthulu
How Could I, Carry Your Baggage
Waiting For Suicide
I Like Validation
I Like Manipulation
A Mirror Those Before Me
I’ve Been Sent Here To
Destroy Me
Distance from People
A Face In The Darkness
My Solution
Accept For Emptiness
You Seem To Love Me
And, I Feel Nothing
I’ll Heed Peeps Warning
And Leave You To Your Morning
Pinhead In A Sweatshirt
Black Dog He Can’t See
Boneyard Can’t Cut It
He’s 5150
I Like Validation
I Like Manipulation
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8. |
All My Friends
03:21
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All my friends
Head ablaze
Soul on fire
Lost in your loss
Forever gone your spark
In my life.
Another loss love forsaken...
Another black tie knotted/occasion
Winter leaves
Hearts on fire
Wind blows cold
Forever gone your spark
In my life
Another friend gone not forsaken
Another black tie knotted
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9. |
Teachers
03:21
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The future generation is growing today
Please help them find their way
They don’t need to conform to this shit
The system can suck my dick
Children need personality
Thank you, teachers, for all that you do
Inner connection, communication
We’re not a brick the system can place
We all have a peculiar taste
Thank you, teachers, for all that you do
Making sure we get through
I like to learn when its taught by you;
Collaborative originality
Why does a number define my brain?
It really makes me go insane
It’s not your fault we feel like robots
but that’s why some of us smoke pot
How does a test know what’s best?
when it makes us pressed and stressed?
Children need morality
Thank you, teachers, for all that you do
Helping us find the clues
hank you teachers for all that you do
Making sure we get through
Each one, Teach one, Reach one, We one
We’re all looking for something to find,
To really expand our minds
We grow, learn, and succeed
That should be a guarantee
We know you love us, that’s why you teach
But sometimes it makes us screech
We students want to feel free
Children need vitality
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10. |
Dogs of Sayulita
03:36
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The Dogs of Sayulita
Running up to greet ya
The Dogs of Sayulita
Letting loose to free ya
Your Ghosts are in their eyes
A Louisiana spirit wakes up high afield
While dogs o the parish ground try
Chasing a fear phantom astray
She spreads his wings and fly away
Can your smile be any sweeter than when you dance in sand?
Puede ser tu sonrisa más dulce que cuando bailas en la arena
If I lived inside the color of your eyes, could you still feel my embrace?
Si viví dentro del color de tus ojos, ¿aún me puedes abrazar?
If Calypso caught the falling Ember would Stardust fill the sky?
Si Calypso detuvo las brasas cayéndose, ¿el polvo de estrellas cubrirá el cielo?
The Dogs of Sayulita
Letting loose to free ya
Your Ghosts are in their eyes
The land of lupino cries
Far beyond the Eastern Rise
A Los Muertos spirit makes a sound
Birds in the fold fly aground
Does the blue fairy grant all wishes or merely promise to cut the puppet strings.
¿El hada azul concede todos los deseos o simplemente promete cortar las cuerdas de la marioneta?
How far beyond, far behind, far across the turning line are we from Neruda?
¿Qué tan lejos y tan atrás, estamos de donde dio vuelta Neruda?
Are we living in the 11th hour or are we 2 minutes too late?
¿Estamos viviendo la onceava hora, o llegamos 2 minutos tarde?
The Dogs of Sayulita
Running up to greet ya
The Dogs of Sayulita
Letting loose to free ya
Your Ghosts are in their eyes
The wolf that you feed will be the one to win
How far does one have to run to leave the sun behind?
¿Hasta donde ay que correr para dejar atrás el sol?
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11. |
Friend From Above
04:50
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Hey Friend
Everything Will Be All Right
Everything Will Be All Right
Hey Friend
This Too Will Pass
Like the Night
In The Morning
Everything Will Be All Right
In The Morning
Everything Will Just Fine
Hey Friend
Can you the children
Laugh Again
Their Voices
Carried on the Wind
This Is Not The End
In Time What Was Weak
Will Be Made Strong
And That Which Was Spent
Won’t Be Too Much
The Courage That It Take
Comes From Above
The Solace That You Seek
Comes From Love
Hey Friend
I Can Hear You
Laugh Again
Your Voice Carries
On The Wind
This Is Not The End
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Now Defunkt is a creative collective producing primordial sound-box of the soul
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We have an emerging story to share. It is a story of 3 families during pandemic times coming tougher to do something unexpected. We have worked to collaborate and create music from our respective places of isolation.
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