1. |
Clicking
05:53
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War torn face broken weathervane
Crack a tooth crack a smile crack like porcelain
Maybe, maybe I'm coming down
Down the hatch down the batch down the rabbit hole
Wish me luck tell my wife that I love her so
Maybe, maybe you don't know shit
Rising up behind this coffee cup
The soldiers clicking clacking
Heavy is the hand that smashes down
Anchor weight this thread I'm drowning
Smearing dust and blood thicker than oil
Hacking of a leg to own them
Rub my eyes get my bag full of ketamine
A big stick a wasted gene a sore prick, I mean
Maybe, maybe you're coming now
Shoot your shot, shoot your mouth, shoot the messenger
Shoot to kill, kill yourself, Jesus loves you still
Maybe, maybe you don't know shit
Rising up behind this coffee cup
The soldiers clicking
The soldiers clicking clacking
Heavy is the hand that smashes down
Anchor weight this thread I'm drowning
Smearing dust and blood thicker than oil
Hacking of a leg to own them
Feeling like a weight is pressing on me
Knuckle dragging raw hope shit don't smell
Feeling like a plague has overwhelmed me
Breath in deep and let it go to hell
Here's to a nuclear winter
Gonna raise my cup, gonna raise my cup
Gimme that nuclear winter
I had enough, I had enough
Here's to a nuclear winter
Gonna raise my cup, gonna raise my cup
Gimme that nuclear winter
I had enough, I had enough
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2. |
Bleed
04:21
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Check your finger loaded up the piggy's fortune
Spit, the drip is leaking out my poor man's fortress
Let's go, I'm a real good loser
I see you, I see you in your Tesla cruisin'
Mowing down the peons with you gatling spewin'
Come on, I'm a real good loser
Kill me for the market strip my parts bare, hearts rare
I'm the gear that clanks down in the hold
you gotta love where you bleed
Lick the stamp and slap me right on time sir, fine sir
I'm the gear that clanks down in the hold
We gotta love where we bleed
We gotta love where we bleed
Lookin' at your own, got your own little button
Got him all the good specs, the engine's humming
I'm dumb, and a real good loser
Coughin' up a lung gonna sell it for the marrow
Deep inside my bones crack 'em all wide open
And gnaw, I'm a real good loser
Kill me for the market strip my parts bare, hearts rare
I'm the gear that clanks down in the hold
you gotta love where you bleed
Lick the stamp and slap me right on time sir, fine sir
I'm the gear that clanks down in the hold
you gotta love where you bleed
you gotta love it
Put the lotion in the basket baby but the lye and the cocaine's for me
Put the lotion in the basket honey but the lye and the cocaine's for me
Put the lotion in the basket but the lye and the cocaine keeps me coming
Kill me for the market strip my parts bare, hearts rare
I'm the gear that clanks down in the hold
you gotta love where you bleed
Lick the stamp and slap me right on time sir, fine sir
I'm the gear that clanks down in the hold
you gotta love where you bleed
you gotta love where you bleed
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3. |
Settle Down
06:35
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Winter falls a blanket calls
I let you down
Been a little on edge since we left the big city for this sleepy old town
We sit and stare separate but there thinking you need me now
You got your eyes looking down but you're good at facing facts, hoping I'll come around
But I don't know how
You say my name, I turn away, it's all the little things
They say that everyone has changed they all look the same
They haven't changed
I turn around and all I see are clouds, but the in-laws tell me how
It's all what I choose to believe
They say settle down boy settle down boy settle down boy
They say lighten up boy lighten up boy listen up boy
You changed your name you changed your scene
We thought we knew it all
We took a trip up the coast carved some letters in a tree
We had it figured out
We turned around and all we saw were clouds and the dna
Was all we wanted to believe
They say settle down boy settle down boy settle down boy
They say lighten up boy lighten up boy listen up boy
I feel the thickness in the middle creeping in a little
Late to the party i'd say
I know in this moment you want it, you want it,
You're about to make a big mistake
I guess you never seen a lizard twitching and a shiver,
Slither with its tail half in the grave
I don't believe in the star signs the palm lines,
I don't believe in the deep state
Give me that liquor quicker refuse to salute
Those motherfuckers up there singing the blues
I feel so much better lick the salt from my wounds
Don't need no more jack white dudes singing the blues
Give me that liquor quicker refuse to salute
Those motherfuckers up there singing the blues
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4. |
Dumb As Hell
04:30
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I get reminded every day that I'm dumb as hell
Ain't a revelation 'cause I know it well
Looking at my face you sure can tell
Ain't got a lot going I'm just dumb as hell
Getting longer in the tooth gotta lighten my load
Got caught up thinking 'bout the days of old
Thought of throwing out your picture but my feet got cold
A little longer in the tooth no lighter in load
And the winter winds are blowing
On this deep and dark December night
Don't know where or when or how I'm going
In my sleep I pray to hear heaven's bells
I still wake up in morning just dumb as hell
I wake up in the morning just dumb as hell
Getting tired in a way that I didn't used to
Get a shiver down my back when I put on my shoes
Tired of being alone, tired of feeling so blue
I'm tired of the way that I've been missing you
And the winter winds are blowing
On this deep and dark December night
Don't know where or when or how I'm going
In my sleep I pray to hear heaven's bells
I still wake up in morning just dumb as hell
I wake up in the morning just dumb as hell
I get reminded every day that I'm dumb as hell
They say don't do nothing stupid but I might as well
Swimming in this river of Kentucky swill
Keeps me forgetting 'til the morning that I'm dumb as hell
Keeps me forgetting 'til the morning that I'm dumb as hell
Keeps me forgetting 'til the morning that I'm dumb as hell
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5. |
Cook 'Em
05:27
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Got lifted was real high on expectations
Bitters, Gin, drew blood I taste it
Down it goes
God gifted, liquored up on pastel recliners
Hives are itching through the finest
Collars I own
Hey there shitbird, I see your scabbed reflection
From the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
Tech runs this town
Ooo, call the police for the culture
Buzz saw all these methed out vultures
These hippy clowns
I sent a shiver through a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
I stabbed a schism in a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
Got lifted all this talking and I’m numb about it,
Shot some live ones through a cannon, count it
How it goes
Suns setting, gulls have come down for their supper
Ripples lapping, pointing laughing,
Sand slips through my toes
I sent a shiver through a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
I stabbed a schism in a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
Sing it with me now
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
A little louder now
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
Cook ‘em real real good y’all
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6. |
This Real
03:59
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Go twinkle your eyes now baby
Lookin so american
A real kick in the teeth you're staring, smiling
Rapt up in the television, again
And the cold is creeping through the window
It's all right
I know the phone has got me wound up so tight
Seven seas and the south keeps calling
Singing like a kid again
See something and say something
Say somethings changing
Let's see what's on the television again
And the cold is creeping through the window
It's alright
Feel it although uncomfortable the waves I breathe
Want you to know
I'm high
I never wanted to be this real
Cranes and planes the hawks in flight
Kaleidoscope sunset the clouds open wide
And the cold is creeping through the window
It's alright
Feel it although uncomfortable the waves I breathe
Want you to know
I'm high
I never wanted to be this real
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7. |
Silver Lining
04:31
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Black boots and songs 'bout rivers
Songs about washing all your troubles away
Says there must be something in the water
Says it's all too much for me to take
He gets sad out in California
He gets down almost anywhere
The days are long for such a dreamer
The days are long when you've got nowhere to be
And I feel so independent
That I need some relief
The silver lining
The silver lining
The silver lining
It sounds just like your song
Herbal tea and cappuccinos
A transplant in Los Feliz
Dressed up in jeans like somebody's lover
A ghost in shades down by Silver Lake
And I feel so independent
That I need some relief
The silver lining
The silver lining
The silver lining
It sounds just like your song
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8. |
Moths
06:32
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Shelter now swallow down the tube
In case you're all leaving
They're saying it's safer to assume
Where you go you won't need it
Leaving your number on the door
Got so close I could feel it
I'd say you won't need it anymore 'cause
The moth's wings are beating
The crows are all feeding
Lay down your arms now fading
Back to the sea
Black is the ballast of a submarine
Face first guzzle down the mold
Prostrate and fearful
Strap on the muzzle nice and cold and
Give them an earful
Yeah we're all bleeding
Funning that your dude don't exist
But the box springs are creaking
The moth's wings are beating
And the crows are all feeding
Lay down your arms now fading
Back to the sea
Black is the ballast of a submarine
Shelter now swallow down the tube
Sounds like you're leaving
They're saying it's safer to assume
Where you go you won't need it
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Captain Monk Oakland, California
Captain Monk is the solo project for California's Bay Area native and multi-instrumentalist Jackson Allen.
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