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Intro
01:28
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Raise your eyes up to the ground,
Plant your toes into the sound,
Roll your body onto the nose,
Of the fleshy mountain where the purple grass grows.
Blind your mind like the old man that knows.
Clash your lips with a mouth of my own.
Stab the eye of the flower that dies.
Plant your star in a bowl of jello.
Grind your knees into my mind.
Beg your weak bones for a show of their own.
Pack my soul in the pipe that you smoke.
Pour your hands in the cup that I hold.
Lend me your shoe and I will walk all over you.
Give me your skin and I will help you fit in.
Put your mask on.
It is last call.
Everyone is gone.
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Morgan's Organs
05:02
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Raise your eyes up to the ground,
Plant your toes into the sound,
Roll your body onto the nose,
Of the fleshy mountain where the purple grass grows.
Blind your mind like the old man that knows.
Clash your lips with a mouth of my own.
Stab the eye of the flower that dies.
Plant your star in a bowl of jello.
Grind your knees into my mind.
Beg your weak bones for a show of their own.
Pack my soul in the pipe that you smoke.
Pour your hands in the cup that I hold.
Lend me your shoe and I will walk all over you.
Give me your skin and I will help you fit in.
Put your mask on.
It is last call.
Everyone is gone.
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Fool's Gold
03:37
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You’re young, all your fame and fortunes are left to come.
Sing songs, play your heart out it’s just for fun.
Fool’s Gold.
You know there’s nothing here you’ve got left to show.
Gone pro in a nineteen-seventy-something Fresno rock n’ roll show.
Take tolls of all the lovers that you used to know,
Never know, it all amounts to a blind light show.
*Fool’s Gold,
You never know,
You’re old,
Fame and fortune and a crowded floor,
Fool’s Gold,
You never know,
You’re old,
Fame and fortune and the crowd implores,
Fool’s Gold.
Walk around with leather studded girls and all your pearls,
Flash your rubies, diamonds, emeralds, and your Elvis-like clothes.
Sick show, in your mind all the girls are floored.
Les Pauls, ’52 Fenders, and more to go.
Fool’s Gold.
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4. |
iyiyi
04:13
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I can feel it coursing through my veins.
Further from the source its dry remains
Eat away the life I had before
Digesting and regressing evermore.
iyiyi
Inhale, exhale, makes my blood insane.
The deeper I breathe drowns me in your name.
Embolistic grace won’t favor you.
Digressing, progressing, regressing, digesting through
Through you...
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Spencer's Song
05:58
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I feel it low deep in my bones,
The plot I got will swallow me whole.
Gotta girl, she sips on my lows
In a day she will put on her great show.
Don’t feel me wrong I love her so,
I call her my soul mosquito.
I’d liken her to a leech of my own,
She will drink all my thoughts and keep them astow.
*Machines run on oil
But she thrives on my soul
She siphons all that I know
Doesn’t stop til’ I am all gone gone gone.
Fill up my heart tank with your diesel eyes,
So I break for the reason that you’ve yet to culminate.
Remove my tiresome low treaded heartache
And find a defined man to easily rotate
That runs on your soul
And siphons all that you know.
He’ll burn off your oil,
The same oil that you stole
...From me.
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6. |
Crying Shame
06:24
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Point and shoot with your mind,
In a rush hour cerebral grind.
The hand you once loved now you fight.
The life you had stroked out of sight.
Push the plastic to its place.
Stare into a desperate face.
Remember when words were fast paced.
Memory’s stand but movement’s misplaced.
Mind is boggled with these thoughts,
Body, nerves, and limbs are caught.
All life left within his brain,
But stillness is his crying shame.
Nightmares you thought you’d seen
Are now your wildest obscene dreams.
Walking on lava seems
As good as being called the king.
Bitter tongue that you had taste,
Trials darken every space.
Remember when words were fast paced?
Memories stand but movements misplaced.
The tears that fill your path
Will make a map
To float your brain
Away from crying shame.
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7. |
Just Like a Dog
05:33
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I feel, somehow I feel,
I feel everything.
I know, somehow I know,
I know nothing feeling knows.
Just like a dog knows where his bone is,
Just like a dog knows where his bone is,
Just like a dog knows where his bone is,
I know where you’re buried in my soul so black,
I’m so numb.
I know, somehow I know,
I know nothing feeling knows.
Just like a storm knows who he’s taking,
Just like a storm knows who he’s taking,
Just like a storm knows who he’s taking,
I’m gonna take you under my wave so black,
So black,
I’m so numb.
Please wait for me.
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Wicker Flies
07:04
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Step light, your mood weighs heavy down your spine.
The leech you call your mind will suck away all your might.
Oh, your bones will crack underneath the time.
And your clock dies.
And your hands try.
But your heart cries
Oooooooo
Sit tight, your body is my parasite.
Just like a maggot turns into a fly.
All you are is a host for trash and shit and lies.
I’ll leave your mouth dry
I’ll leave you to die
Won’t hear when you cry
Oooooooo
Be still old soul, your night hath turneth cold.
In time your day will come.
With hell you will be one.
You hath taken all my might.
So I must blacken out your lights,
As you cry
Oooooooo.
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9. |
Guinevere
19:08
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You know I said I wouldn’t go,
But let us let the truth be told:
I’m sitting pretty on the fear,
Of knowing that you’ll never hear Guinevere.
You always grind my gears.
My lady Guinevere.
I’ll never dry your tears.
Precious Guinevere.
Am I pissing you off?
I can cut you like a scissor separates cloth,
From a dress that harbors holes in a closet of moths,
And we’ll never find relief from patching it up.
Prying eyes that need a rest,
Are watching your soul get undressed,
And just to make it very clear,
I’ll never be your precious Guinevere.
I’ll always grind yours gears,
‘Cause I’m the one you fear.
I’ll never shed a tear,
‘Cause I’m not your Guinevere.
Am I pissing you off?
I can cut you like a scissor separates cloth,
From a dress that harbors holes in a closet of moths,
And we’ll never find relief from patching it up.
Oh your pretty sitting fear falls short of enough.
I will always grind the gears that will get you to shut.
Sleep tight, your love might.
You know you bite, you creep tight.
Your love might, you just might,
You bite, you sit, you creep tight.
Creep tight, your love might.
Sleep tight, your love might.
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Raggy Monster West Palm Beach, Florida
Raggy Monster is an Indie Alt-Rock/Classical band from West Palm Beach, FL. It was formed in 2011 by Billy
Schmidt.
Their powerful live performances have earned them great success in Florida, including sharing the stage with bands such as The Misfits, Smashing Pumpkins, and Train at Sunfest 2013.
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