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Burning Man
05:26
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songwriter: Clay Bowman
Some people say "throw some water on that man", others cook a hot dog and warm their hands.
Sing old fashioned campfire songs, throw some water on that man,
Sing old fashioned campfire songs.
I'll burn, I'm a Burning Man on fire, and I'll burn, I'm a Burning Man on fire,
And I'll burn, I'm a Burning Man, twisting in a sharp, sharp fire.
Some people say "hey Burning Man, why do you burn so long?"
And I say "why don't you play me some of your old fashioned fire and water love songs?" Throw some water on that man.
I'll burn, I'm a Burning Man on fire, and I'll burn, I'm a Burning Man on fire,
And I'll burn, I'm a Burning Man, burning in a sharp, sharp fire....
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songwriter: Ralf Melendes
He is coming!
He is coming in his suit of lights over the moons & mountains, parking lots & fountains towards your silky scythe...
He's got a coat of many colors & all the major credit cards
And he's striding to meet you & culminate your foggy dreams
In an explosion of blood & soil
He will come preceded by fifty running men
And fifty dancing ladies throwing leaf spinach
out of little baskets in his path
He is perfect & he sighs out loud
And he's full of these interesting tragic flaws
So mad is he, even his socks are ironed
But he's also right down to the mud with the rest of us
He markets that mud at high prices
for specialized industrial applications
And he's striding, striding, striding, striding towards your waiting heart
He is coming, watch out! He is coming, look out!
He is coming!
He is coming in his suit of lights over the moons & mountains, parking lots & fountains towards your silky scythe...towards your waiting heart
Of course, you may not like him, some people are just awfully picky
At the end of this mechanical age...
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songwriter: Clay Bowman
Some monster claws, maybe velvet covered claws
maybe teflon claws inhabits my dreams, whistling, whistling
And I says "yo monster, how goes it with you?"
And he says "quite well, dreammate...
there are certain problems, though...
The curator of archetypes thinks I don't quite get it,
Thinks I'm shuckin' & jivin', when what I should be doing is
Attacking, attacking, attacking, attacking at night..."
I just zip into that new incorrigible great white sharp knife music at night
(at night was a chaos & other cults were an obstruction
other peoples were a violent manifestation of other cults
we were in conflict with ourselves...we were in conflict with ourselves...
through conflict we fashioned an approximation of freedom
It was a freedom, not unlike death...)
Oh, how did that feel? Awed, & wonderful?
The body knows, the body is perspicacious
The body ain't dumb
Words can't say what the body knows
Sometimes I hear them howling those words, just howling, howling
I can't speak those words, & I think I'm gonna whop myself upside the head words
And we danced with pretty girls at night
We danced with pretty girls, all right
And we danced with pretty girls at night
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As The Universe Goes On
04:56
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songwriter: Harry Leverette
She's in love with your car, but it's just a machine
Her laugh hasn't changed since yesterday
Like a bird flying backwards you can see where you've been
You were so bored you were counting your teeth
Yes, you're lucky in love
As the universe goes on...
Take down your guitar, & turn your sins into a song
About rock em' sock 'em kisses that you never got
You're not a man of memories, you never told too many stories
Her face glowed like water in sunlight
As the universe goes on, as the universe goes on...
As the universe goes on, as the universe goes on...
You wish that some morning the whole world would change
That some day the good life would fall at your feet
But the night sky is empty, & so is your heart
You're wide awake, & you're not alone
As the universe goes on, as the universe goes on...
As the universe goes on, as the universe goes on & on...
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songwriter: Clay Bowman
So you thought you had it made
Well, time to see a brand new way
You push, you shove, you cry out loud
And you won't last another day
If you don't know, & she doesn't know
You hang your heads & turn to go
But something's bigger than you both
What you don't like you can't let show
You've got reasons, just forget 'em
Making sense, well, who needs it?
Shouting through a veil of tears
Yes, I heard it but I cannot believe
It's never why but where you go
Never what but who you know
Take it, or end up sleeping in the snow
Give the girl what she asks for, give the girl what she wants...
So you thought you had it made
Well, time to see a brand new way
You push, you shove, you cry out loud
And you won't last another day
If you don't know, & she doesn't know
You hang your heads & turn to go
But something's bigger than you both
What you don't like you can't let show
Give the girl what she asks for, give the girl what she wants...
Give the girl what she asks for, give the girl what she wants...
Give the girls what they ask for, give the girls what they want...
Give the girls what they ask for, give the girls what they want...
Give the girls what they ask for, give the girls what they want...
Give the girls what they ask for, give the girls what they want...
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Do These Bones Live?
04:33
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songwriter: Harry Leverette
What is to be done, I recognize the will to kill
I understand might makes right real, there was no Rome without the legions
When Rome was everything, when Rome was everything
What is to be done? What is to be done?
Reason & sentiment, a clear desire, a pulsing idea
And men created Rome for twelve hundred years
We have one world to govern, & countless to explore
Challenge stares us in the face, what is to be done?
It wasn't the Germans, it wasn't the Christians, it wasn't the emperors
It was the end of challenge & the loss of idea & the loss of desire
And then the fall of Rome, what was to be done?
Red menace, red buttons & the red telephones
Hello, anyone there...do these bones live?
Reason & sentiment, a clear desire, a pulsing idea
And men created Rome for twelve hundred years
We have a whole world to govern & countless to explore
Challenge stares us in the eye, we stare at hungry transients
their scars & sores & tattered clothes
We stare at the traffic lights, & we stare at each other's sex
We stare at the big TV
Challenge stares us in the eye, what is to be done?
We have a whole world to govern, & countless to explore
What is to be done? What is to be done?
What is to be done, I recognize the will to kill
I understand might makes right real, there was no Rome without the legions
When Rome was everything, when Rome was everything
What is to be done? What is to be done?
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City Of Sludge
03:15
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songwriter: Mike Huard
There's destruction in this city, where filth rules the masses
Buildings crumble & rats abound, bodies stare & scream out loud
What's this slimy crud that oozes beneath my feet
Dripping from my nose, my eyelids are stuck
Covering my body & mind in the city of sludge
Taking my peace & grinding it to pieces
It's there, & there...can't you smell it?
There's murder in this city, where blood baths cleanse sick minds
Stalking about, dressed in any color
Maiming, slicing, leaving flesh & a foul odor
Can you feel it coming closer, breath of depression drawing near
Down on your knees, you beg for mercy
But it doesn't hear & it doesn't help
Yes, I'm the slimy shit that seeps into the feet
Dripping from every orifice, makes the eyelids stick
I have no body, but my minds are awfully sick
I live in the brains of the mad, the poor & the rich
But my power is no power, I'm just a state of mind
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The Wonder Of It All
04:40
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songwriter: Carshal Heinbuch
The purpose of our lives must be to realize
The world on which we live is almost paralyzed
We dig into the Earth, torture her from birth
Sell her for a price, dig for all she's worth
By men who have the money, money made from lies
Men who have the power to protect, or vandalize
The wonder of it all, the wonder of it all
Can't you see what's around us all, the wonder of it all
The wonder of it all, the wonder of it all
Can't you see past technology, the wonder of it all?
Look at what we've done, we're hurting everyone
Punching through the sky & burning in the sun
Nature's under fire, her casualties grow higher
Losing all the battles in the war on man's desires
Creatures full of pain drink the acid rain
Wise men tried to warn us, but we take them all in vain & crush
The wonder of it all, the wonder of it all
Can't you see what's around us all, the wonder of it all
The wonder of it all, the wonder of it all
Can't you see past technology, the wonder of it all?
We do some good & then we tear it down again
There's another city where a forest should have been
Got to stop it now, & turn around somehow
We're poisoning the air we breathe, & this we can't allow
Go outside & stare at the stars up there
Don't forget to make a wish & say a little prayer
For the wonder of it all, the wonder of it all
Can't you see what's around us all, the wonder of it all
The wonder of it all, the wonder of it all
Can't you see past technology, the wonder of it all?
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Wolfgang & Harley
06:23
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songwriter: Carshal Heinbuch
Imposters hail the hypocrites who hail the second coming
Living in a colorized world that is slightly out of focus
Weather forecast: hammers in the sky, time to jump out the window
Kingfisher caught in an animal trap, resident goats must go to hell
There's no backin' down...
Wolfgang & Harley staring it down, the fur is at attention
One's the Sheriff of Dottingham, one's the King of Thunder
But they were just alike, just alike, stand your turf, no backin' down
They thought they were enemies, they never stopped to wonder
Cruelty loves misery, accompanied by savagery
But they were just alike, stand your turf
No backin' down, they're mad as hell
Too many bald eagles picking through the trash,
It's time to thin their numbers
Harley stares at the pile of dirt, & without a pause, declares it's art
Just a punk ass monkey bitch, needs to have that ass smacked
Like small, misshapen ugly apples have the best of flavor
Too many jaybirds pickin' through the peanuts, time to clip their feathers
Just a punk ass monkey bitch, need to have that ass smacked
You're mad as hell, you think that you're the class act
Wolfgang's tired of the status quo, & stands up on his hind legs
"Me too" cries Harley at the top of his lungs
& stands up on his hind legs
The toast always falls on the buttered side
as the plums begin to blossom
Wipe my face with the deadliest touch in a failed snuff test smoke fest
The toast always falls on the buttered side
Weather forecast: hammers in the sky
The toast always falls on the buttered side
You're mad as hell, but full of pride
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songwriter: Carshal Heinbuch
You finally got past the news you're past your prime
You moved into the trailer park in record time
You flailed about wildly & caused a scene
You threw your weight around so much it made you lean
When your posse comes they shout out "Crank it up, you deaf old fart"
Crank it up, this ain't no art, it don't make you smart
Forget about the mind control & follow your heart
You commandeered your evil twin to make the trip
You couldn't hold your tongue, you couldn't bite your lip
You staggered so decidedly across the ground
You patiently offended every friend you found
You collapsed a heaping mound of self despair
You ejected prematurely far from there
You took a series of right turns, & now you're left
You've got to crank it up old fart, you're going deaf
So crank it up, you deaf old fart, crank it up you mean old fart
You crawled across your rubble on your hands & knees but
You never had the gumption to say "please please please please"
You better save up now so you can buy the farm
You better make amends before they do you harm
You've always got an alibi reserved online
You wallow in your pity but you'll not get mine
You undermine authority at every turn
You abdicate your duties & you never learn
You cannot get down & you can't get it up
You're the old dog being upstaged by the pup
You've allowed the past to fade away to black
You've become the point where there's no turning back
So crank it up, you deaf old fart, crank it up you mean old fart
This ain't no art, it doesn't make you smart
Forget about the mind control & follow your heart
When your posse comes, they shout out "Crank it up!"
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by Carsh Seattle, Washington
by Carsh is a one man band, consisting of: Carshal Heinbuch
Formerly of the Houston punk scene of the early
1980's,
Carshal drummed with various punk, rock & electronic bands until relocating to Seattle in 1995.
By Carsh began recording his own songs in the early 2000's at his home facility, Airport Shadow Studio.
All instruments performed by Carsh
All songs, engineering & production by Carsh
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