1. |
Knock a Little Harder
02:50
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You've got to knock a little harder,
knock a little harder for me
you've got to knock a little harder,
knock a little harder, indeed
Son, when you come up to my door
beat it like a drum; I can't hear no more
Make a fist and pound some more
'cause I can't hear shit since the war
You've got to sing a little louder,
sing a little louder for me
you've got to sing a little louder,
sing a little louder indeed
Put your soul into the song
cause my soul won't be here too long
Turn the dials to eleven
before I die I wanna hear heaven
You've got to play
a little louder.
This might be my one last chance
so clear the floor and let me dance
You've got to knock a little harder.
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2. |
Far Away Land Theme
00:28
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<kazoo sounds>
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Because I could not stop for Death he kindly stopped for me
as I whistled, hands in pockets, feeling the pavement beneath my feet
the door creaked open I got in and I slid into the seat.
He turned a knob, the music went up, his engine roared all the way down the street.
I tried to tell him where I wanted to be, since he'd never bothered to ask
he couldn't hear me the sounds were too loud, but eventually we stopped for gas
he asked me for some money and he brought me back a couple of bottles of beer
I took a sip and I looked around and I said to him:
I could just walk from here.
He insisted I finish the drive and besides by now we were back on track
I took one last drink and I threw it with the other beer bottles in the floorboard in the back
he pushed a button on the dash and the song started to change
he reclined his seat put his hands behind his head and he smirked as he said that I should take the reigns
I wish now that I would have tried the tuck-and-roll, instead I grabbed the wheel with my head full of beer I wanted to steer, I wanted to take control
like a kid in a car I just couldn't get settled and he smiled all the while as he put the peddle to the metal
as smoke came out from under the hood this is when I think that I finally understood
that because I would not stop for death he had to stop for me.
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4. |
Boxed and Buried
03:10
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We make caskets and coffins and bathtub gin
all kinds of sarcophagi
beds for the dead
to lie in
Under a few feet of dirt
and the stink of formaldehyde
we stitch up their innards
to keep their insides inside
Every day is another one boxed and buried
I know what you are made of
I knew your father
his name is halfway down
through last year's roster
I've seen the stuff you're made of
I knew your mother, too
I saw her one last time in here
and I bid her adieu
Every day is another one boxed and buried
I know what you are made of
I knew your grandpa
He taught me in school,
so like I said: I know
and you are skeptical, I can tell
or maybe that face is a reaction to the smell
but I've seen people
when they're at their worst
the looks on their faces as the help load the Hearse
Every day is another one boxed and buried.
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5. |
Terrible Fate
04:03
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The moon is coming down it's going to crash right into town
and our hero is the only one who really seems to notice
there's a dead boy on the clock tower whose magic mask is filled with power
and he's the only one who really seems to care
and the owner of the mask sends a cursed young man to get it back
I guess our Hero's Journey just never ever ends
and so our hero has three days to climb the clock and save the day
and the Happy Mask Salesman says:
You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?
Don't think me rude, but I've been following you.
Just one simple task; go fetch back my mask
and I'll lift the curse that he has put on you
When the friendly giants vanished
the imp got mad and then got banished
kicked right out of his homeland
now without a place
now without a face
he steals a mask from the salesman
and he goes back to his homeland
nothing but vengeance planned
it's gone beyond that typical trickster mischief
and so our hero has three days to climb the clock and save the day
and he thinks to himself what the mask salesman says
The imp remains defiant
so our hero fetches the giants
and they catch the moon just before it hits the ground
and he says "deadboy, that's not a toy, set it down."
The mask takes off it's imp
and the skull kid goes limp
and the hero of time draws his sword
and on top of the clock to the roaring of ticks and tocks he thinks of the saleman's words:
You've met with a terrible fate
...
Haven't you?
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Whiskey Icarus
06:34
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Poor me,
I'm older than I used to be.
Poor me,
And now I'm older still.
Poor me,
The only sounds that I can truly say I love
is the sound of a slamming shot glass
and rain against my window sill
I'm an Icarus with wings of whiskey,
an Icarus
Poor me,
I'll take boubon or brandy.
Poor me,
That's my modus operandi
Poor me,
I'll take vodka or vermouth
to refill my little glass fountain of youth
I'm an Icarus with wings of whiskey
an Icarus with whiskey wings
Poor me,
I've got a way with words
Poor me,
and I've got a way with women
Poor me,
and I've got another bottle in the kitchen.
Would you like to help me to untie the ribbon?
Poor me,
and now her cheeks are turning crimson
Poor me,
and her eyes have started to glisten
poor girl,
I tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen
this poor girl
that tonight
I'm on a mission.
What a shame I have to sink to this.
What a shame I have to fly to get out of the pit.
What a shame that I need someone.
How goddamn disappointing that I could need anyone.
And the next morning when I open my eyes
my flight now fully realized
and I recount all that I have done
How could I have flown so goddamn close to the sun?
Poor me, poor me,
pour me a drink
poor me, poor me,
pour me another
poor me, poor me,
pour me a drink
and I will pour one for you
my friend, my brother
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jacobkincaid Morehead, Kentucky
I'm in China right now!
I recorded these songs over the last six months or so, and figured that going out of the country would be as good a time as any to put them up.
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