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And when I try
To work it all out
It slips from my grasp
Makes me want to shout
Why are you trying
To tie me down?
The boot’s on my neck
As I lie on the ground
CH
Follow the money
Follow that trail
We’ve been taken for a ride
On a global scale
How do I know
They’re lying to me
I saw their lips move
And that’s all that I need (2)
V2
How many died?
Well you don’t need to know
Just check in your wallet
‘Afore ye go
Orwellian world
Big brother’s wet dream
Open your eyes
You’ll see what I mean
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i rode the nighmare on hoof beats
screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed
played it loud abused the crowd
kicked the pogo with my sounds
goin home my head was achin
laid in bed my heart was breakin
in rock and roll thats how it goes
public vices, private woes
my back up singers couldnt sing
gave them each a wedding ring
dumped them off on a streen corner
sucking plums just like jack horner
in rock and roll thats how it goes
public vices, private woes
i sang for 80,000 people
from the top of a church steeple
blacked out halfway through the show
where i woke up, god only knows
i was the eater of the fire
falling down and getting higher
in rock and roll thats how it goes
public vices, private woes
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THE LAST TIME I WENT TO CUBA
chorus 1 6
the first time i went to cuba
to assassinate fidel
the bullets bounced right off him
and he ate the empty shells
verse 1
you cry poverty
in luxery's lap
i live in a country
that is off the map
no beds for the sick
no food for the poor
we knock and we knock
no one comes to the door
chorus 2 1 09
the next time i went to cuba
to spin the roulette wheel
i got married to a prostitute
who practiced the art of the steal
verse two
your tower of bottle caps
and pieces of glass
stand tall while our bricks
in the earthquake collapse
a bridge falls to the river
there's no one to retrieve it
when you poison our orchards
nobody believes it
chorus 3 2 11
the last time i went to cuba
to see the rollling stones
i moved through the crowd
like a james bond clone
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My Great Grandma
a house decked out in picture
portraits on every wall
of people who had lived there
and some who came to call
i climb the looping staircase
up to the seventh floor
where one lone woman rattles
behind a broken door
she is the painter of the portraits
the killer of her kin
she is my great grandma
she calls me to come in
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GENERAL IRVING CISSKI
Lyrics © 2022 Bill White
Music © 2022 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
isrc: auney2200180
V1a
i was a sweet boy never played with whips
liquor never crossed my lips
i would not fight i would not cuss
animals never went through my guts
V1b
until i joined the polish army
and rose to the highest rank
im the meanest son of a bitch on the eastern bloc
to the dead i owe my thanks
CH
so die boys die come die for me
die for god and my country
so die boys die come die for me
die for god and my country
and if you come out of this war alive
ive got another one for ya
and if you come out of this war alive
ive got another one for ya
one that no one survives
V2a
they call me general irving cisski
bartender, pour me another whiskey
cook, burn a side of blubbery carrion
for this blood-drinking ex-vegetarian
V2b
they say war is hell and it is for some
but not for the brass on the side that won
for the grunts in the trench some win and some lose
it's the luck of the draw whose wife gets the bad news
CH
so die boys die come die for me
die for god and my country
so die boys die come die for me
die for god and my country
and if you come out of this war alive
ive got another one for ya
and if you come out of this war alive
ive got another one for ya
one that no one survives
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A Species Evolves (Kate Stanton)
as planets revolve,
a species evolves
in appearance
if not always in truth
the coffee is on
and the wild fawns
are gone
with the magic of wizards
and the instincts of lizards
they lead armies
of stunted, jurassic youths
the coffee is on
and the wild fawns
are gone
as planets revolve,
a species evolves
in appearance
if not always in truth
the coffee is on
and the wild fawns
are gone
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they wach the last man standing
they are here to see him fall
the kids more than the men
and the women worst of all
i am trying to see more clearly
through the dark glasses i wear
but everything is smoky brown
insde the yellow air
im watching from the window
of the presidential suite
my rifle locking in upon
the last man on the street
the ones who came to watch him die
had been the first to fall
he hated the ones with guilty eyes
and the innocent most of all
how they died i cannot say
i was high upon the landing
but after all was said and done
i killed the last man standing
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i wrote a play
it wasnt much
but tennessee williams
spillled his guts
he was blanche he was estella
and laura waiting for her fella
mrs venable and cathy
pulling himself apart like taffy
alexandra, mrs stone
lusting after gigalos
full of desire, maggie the cat
all his advances falling flat
she was spat upon like schmutz
but when he wrote
he spilled his guts
i wrote a play
it wasnt much
but tennessee williams
spillled his guts
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wafers scattered on the floor
like a drunkards crispy chips
the wine was splashed on pallid skins
sails of pirate ships
you fled the scene , quite like a ghost
across the grieving moors
chased by a vigilante mob
frescos of holy wars
a dozen marksmen could not hit you
one by one they fell
punctured through the window
of a stained-glass citadel
you stand among your enemies
who would flay you like a trout
were it not for the hand of justice
closing in on your hideout
drop pretences of innocence
your lies we can see through
admit your guilt and pray the judge
will go easy on you
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ma mi me lo lulu
ma mi me lo lu
ma mi me lo lulu
ma mi me lo lu
get away from that boy
hes been treating you bad
disappear with me
we'll get away from this mad mad world
dont let our love go to waste
i know a place
for a boy in black leather
and a blonde in black lace
and one day we'll grow up
and we'll still be in love
so it doesnt matter
what we do tonight
ma mi me lo lulu
ma mi me lo lu
ma mi me lo lulu
ma mi me lo lu
what we do tonight
is between you and me
what we feel tonight
is what we've always veen feeling
Lulu Ive got the arms to hold you
Lulu I am not going to scold you
and one of these days we'll grow up
and we'll still be in love
so it doesnt matter
what we do tonight
mamamamamamamamamama Lulu
lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalal Lulu
Lulu
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the third and final album from a month of collaborations offers a cornucopia of styles woven into a seamless tapestry of words and music. of the 11 songs, 10 feature lyrics and 6 feature vocals by bill white. also on board are robert cooperider (US) tim fatchen (australia) lowhum (belgium) acousticmaddie (sweden) mike skliar (US) kate stanton (US) laurie lyons (US) berni armstrong (Catalunya) and the tau, all of whom are exceptional artists in their own right. unlike state of the heart, which offered a well-paved journey down a variety of scenic roads, lower-class aristocrats promises an adventurous ride with surprising new vistas at every turn. ,
released March 18, 2022
