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Wishbone Necklace
02:07
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I am a failure with you
I’m getting nowhere
I sit alone at night…
Shake! Shake! Shake! Get up!
Never get a last note, never find a way
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Banned Books
03:55
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I am the hunter; an orange haze burning at 451
(I’m not the metric system)
I’m the enforcer: the ironclad father of Liberty’s daughter
I’m the immigrant - white-skinned and pathetic, wide-eyed and prophetic
(We bring about our own demise)
I am the driver of a forty-ton truck and I don’t give a…
Forget about California - I’ve been making a career at the end of the frontier copy-editing executive lies
I take my coffee black; I’ll take my country back
I shower every day, pin my hopes on the soapbox, eyes on the doomsday clock, body parts abandoned in a box on a New Jersey dock
Waiting for the boots (will they fall on a Sunday?) - listen for the knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock
Jury’s in the jury box, foreman is a former cop, preaching like a wheatpaste anarchist casting out a demon with a shout…
Can you hear the ringing bells, tolling out across the old country?
Well listen closer - can’t you hear? The bells, they never tolled for me
America, you’ve got me hooked
You can turn me on with just one look
America, it’s what you took
When the banned books become burned books
America, you’ve got me near
When you sing like that into my ear
America: we are all fucked
When the banned books become burned books
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Exhausting
01:56
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You are a healthy man - a man of beauty - a man of taste
(hey)
Get away, get away from the window
Look away, look away when we go
I see you’re a praying man
I’ll choke the life out of anyone
I need drugs!
I need knives!
I need just about anything to get me back
Get away, get away from the window
I know there’s no trust
Get away, or out the window
I know pain
I’ll choke the life out of anyone
I need drugs!
I need knives!
I need just about anything to get me back
…i’m exhausted
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4. |
No Fire Exit
03:53
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Incapacitated, under-vocabulated, they rejected him from the film fest
Interconfabulated, distraught and amputated, they ejected him into a wasp’s nest
Contradictorated, highly adulterated, into the water for a soft target test
Dystopia invited, ticketed and cited, handcuffed high and mighty, await whatever’s next…
I’m alright, I’m alright, mother always said: “don’t complain, be good, behave, behave, be nice, smile, be polite, don’t make waves”
Intellectuality, the burden of fragility, a violent past and nothing lasts, a violin’s intensity
Months of keeping tabs on him, a better sense of where we’ve been, a better taste for London gin, tinnitus in his ears
There’s nothing for a human here, a high-C ringing all he hears, a promise of solace again, made to mother dear
His siblings have abandoned, gone, canaries quit their coalmine song, blood is coming out of him, there’s nothing compensating him
I’m alright, I’m alright, mother always said: “don’t complain, be good, behave, behave, be nice, smile, be polite, be good, behave, behave, be nice, smile, be polite and don’t make waves”
We bring the fire where the fire needs to be
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Weaklung Chicago, Illinois
Weaklung is a 4 piece rock band from Chicago.
All Problems No Solutions.
Weaklungband@gmail.com for booking or whatever.
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