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Fangs for Fucking
05:37
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Music and Lyrics by Brian Fairbanks
2012 Ferocious Jones Music
I ain't ever, ever, ever,
Looking back
Brilliant disguises, costumes we painted in the past
Your smile looks suspicious
Everything here’s fictitious
And won’t last
The melody patronizes the sixth metaphor
Draw the curtains baby, and lock up your doors
Where does the treasure dress, when the treasure is a whore?
Your smile is vicious
Your words are malicious
I want more
A pistol, some Camels, and a voodoo charm I stole
A Bible to powder the years if I grow old
Let’s break for it baby, before the veil regains control
Your smiles what I envision
When I burn these apparitions
That I’m owed
Fangs for fucking, starving the new deal
Sleeping behind sketches of things that you fear
I ain't ever looking back to see how I should feel
Your smile was suspicious
Your words here fictitious
You aren't real
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Manifesto
02:35
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Music & Lyrics by William Chaffin
I saw a sign to break the times.
A world of zombies singing
"Look at what is mine!"
What is future when you fill the world with dimes?
A million hungry winos-just give me some more wine!
A break for all the banks, which open up your heart.
I took the skeleton key & then I took it all apart.
Ain't no repair-
Ain't no compare for what is art.
It's simple & it's hurts & it don't know if it is smart.
The urge to push you in-is an urge for all of us.
That beckons slowly & slowly comes to call upon your trust.
Ain't no angels that don't know just how cuss.
They fucking bless & they arrest you & say "Goddamn that wasn't us!"
Hold back. Hold back.
Breathe and you release.
I saw her chained to the past & the beast.
I'm walking west and all the rest are busy walking east.
Stuck reciting all these words just to get a little peace.
Inside your fingers there's a vein that carries blood.
You lick the simple while I'm busy sculpting mud.
The only way to stop your pain is with a flood.
I'm stuck forever & I'm stuck inside this rut.
Hold back. Hold back.
Breathe and you release.
I saw her chained to the past & the beast.
I'm walking west and all the rest are busy walking east.
Stuck reciting all these words just to get a little peace.
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3. |
Barns Doors and Bliss
03:36
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
Lyrics by William Chaffin
2013 Black Bullet Music
Preacher preacher man of God,
Come to speak & teach the mob
To sail his ships into the weak,
And make them wonder when they sleep.
I'm gon' stay-You're gon' stay
Barn doors & bliss.
Why oh why can we not try?
Our lungs full of dust-faces lie.
Please, please love me one more time.
Please, please love me one more time.
I'm gon' stay-You're gon' stay
Barn doors & bliss.
Is it old? Is it ever falling?
It came along and went.
And the years go by & lost
Until we're making love to rent.
Flower things with almost gone,
Come & steal my megaphone.
I'm sick of this-I'm walking home,
I've never felt so all alone.
I'm gon' stay-You're gon' stay
Barn doors & bliss.
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4. |
The Gunfighter
00:41
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
2013 Ferocious Jones Music
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5. |
Opening Act
03:32
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Music & Lyrics by William Chaffin
"Ghosts" sample by Brian Fairbanks
What can I say that still remains?
A pocket of sunshine & an old switchblade.
36 miles from San An-tone,
I picked up a microphone & I never went home.
All that I am just sits in a train,
With an old guitar & a gut full of pain.
My mother didn't care she was a prodigal witch.
She raised me to see you with a sip & a stitch.
Holy revolution won't you go sit down or pack up your bullshit till the clowns come to town.
The scumbags that started the opening act.
They stole all your money & never came back.
You hated & screamed but wanted them home.
You're working my patience till the skin splits the bone.
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
Lyrics by William Chaffin
2013 Black Bullet Music
Got some more on my mind with the vine it's called
The great depression even though I confess
We must all go in time
Yes that's fine & all
I can't start breathing
Baby till you undress
I can't see when you blind me
But if you wanna come and take both my hands
The heat in your body is rising
And everything you got gonna make me a man
And I don't wanna know the secrets that you've shown
That's what it's for
You're a mistress, I'm a widow
I can't see when you blind me
But if you wanna come and take both my hands
The heat in your body is rising
And everything you got gonna make me a man
All that I found in you
Was a photograph & lies
And a waste of fucking time
Oh time that I've come through
And I close up all my chest
And wait for all the rest
All my brain...becomes the same...old & plain
All in vain.
You're a mistress, I'm a widow
What you told me gonna make me insane
The little moments fall like windows in rain
There's some beauty & that's all that remains..
oh oh oh oh...
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7. |
But If Not
03:36
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
Lyrics by William Chaffin
2013 Black Bullet Music
Wrap me in orchids & throw me out to sea.
But if not-
Paint your face & tell them you could never live without me.
We are coming now with a sigh & sting,
If we can't come with anything.
Deliver us from burning,
Mama can you please deliver me?
But If Not-
Give me diamonds or just give it to me preciously.
Wrap me in orchids and kiss me one last time.
But If not-
You can always whisper "goodbye" for awhile.
We are coming now with a sigh & sting,
If we can't come with anything.
Coming now with a sigh & sting-
Cause we can't come with anything.
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8. |
Skulls
02:25
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Music and Lyrics by William Chaffin
Come & meet my sorrow time & time again.
& you beg & borrow-look too far within.
I can see your madness right below your skin.
I think your smile is bullshit, smile the same again.
Oh the numbers chase but you only understand the paint.
You suffer slowly in the waste and the change
it takes your taste.
They came to kill or leave us-only got your skull.
You hold the fire of Eros then you trip & fall.
I gotta zombie necklace-got the means to call.
All the fire of Hades rattles in your skull.
Oh don’t deny. Don’t deny.
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9. |
Texas Heart Shot
04:15
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Music and Lyrics by Brian Fairbanks
2012 Ferocious Jones Music
Girls of custom
With withered fashion
They ride
Rehearsing sadness
They greedily
Pass me by
They come with stories
Glories of a
Spanish War
These little nothings
Melt the men off
The dance hall floor
Out of the corner of my eye it spins
And a Texas Heart Shot
Does him in
Sequins and harpies
Are worthless
To worthless men
She danced the part
He was quietly
Drowning in gin
She swore him nothing
Except the
Moonlight on the rails
You maybe something
I’ll return
If all else fails
As the stage lights begin to dim
A Texas Heart Shot
Does him in
I should have never left for San Anton’
I should have lain by the river
And never left home
We’re all changed
By the lives around us
Most of them random
But in the end they all find us
The word spread quickly
About a man
Who’d been shot from behind
But the world forgets quickly
Dust the dirt off and pays it
No mind
Somewhere with someone
He had hopes and dreams
That he shared
So we are all assassins
She just forgot that
And I never cared
With the prairie winds kicking in
They say a Texas Heart Shot
What done him in
And I feel nothing
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10. |
My Drunken Prose
01:55
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
Lyrics by William Chaffin
2013 Black Bullet Music
Sitting in the fate & the railroad cold
I wasn't told
The mighty fall
Born in the rain & born in the snow
Her blood was froze, my sin was hope
Tired of the rain & I'm tired of the poor
It comes & goes
My drunken prose
(Tired of it)
The only song I know
Is the song of the crows
Murder of the crows
And now I'm old
Sitting in the fate & the railroad cold
I wasn't told
The mighty crawl
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Music and lyrics by Brian Fairbanks
2013 Ferocious Jones Music
A tin cup, some Camels, and a voodoo charm
That I stole
She was humming this murder ballad
As we hit the road
Of the things we left behind
That terrified
It was only the worthless art
I tried to hide
She was an angel, unstable
A black bullet's dream
This murderous ballerina
Held in such high esteem
To a standing ovation we found
Our prospects dimmed
When the ticket man said two tickets
She pumped four bullets in him
We hit the Red River running and stopped
To purchase some shade
When the River Queen picked up her shovel
I knew we'd been made
I was sweatin', frettin', while she smiled
And fired up her bone
When blue lighting flashed I knew
I would never go home
The riverboat swain took me aside
Said here is your chance
I'm familiar with her story, I'm familiar
With your circumstance
Loneliness is a beautiful struggle
Wouldn't you agree?
Inspiring worthless art
Before you, it was me
"See those Alabama Blasters
Had let her bleed
For shaking her moneymaker
Round their family tree
When there was nothing left to say
They sealed up her mouth
Alabama went sideways
And I headed south"
"I found the femme fatale who fucked the French hotel
Had stole my cigarettes
But the sweetheart deal in my front pocket feels
Like we aren't finished yet
So now you come here on the breeze, with this villainous sleaze
It's time to call my priest!"
In the morning I found the riverboat captain
Deceased
At high noon they met in the dust
On the Estacado
Two worn out, tore up, guilt driven
Desperados
The voodoo charm went silent
I heard her laugh
You found your own way here
Now find your way back
You had so many ways to leave
When you came in
By the light of the blood red moon
You took the Coward's Road again
Of all the madness I've created it was you
That swallowed me whole
All the worthless art we tolerated
Has levied its toll
I filled the tin cup with ashes that I knew
Would never quench her thirst
I paced off the space off where she lay
Though she drew first
Broken eyes, the blue reckoning'
Stays so softly
You can forgive me, forsake me, but you know
You'll always love me
Do you understand the reasons
Why you came
If you remembered her the way I do
I doubt you'd feel the same
You gaze across an alabaster sky
She found a good thing she did
And let a good thing die
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12. |
Away in the South
03:45
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Music and Lyrics by Brian Fairbanks
2013 Ferocious Jones Music
Georgia stars
Shame the night
On which their worn
Huddled up, fading fast,
seeking warmth
Railroad preacher
Deals the cards
From the deck
War behind us, rolling west,
seeking rest
I never cared
If I stayed or got off
The people around me
Are hopelessly lost
Away in the South
Where my hearts always been
I climb those stairs
Will she welcome me back
In
I'm sprawled out
My shirts ruint
My body's broke
A misplaced bullet, an errant step,
God's great joke
I'm recognized
For all the pain
I have dealt
Folks keep walking, no one stopping,
No one helped
I never cared
If I stayed or got off
With lovers around me
To clean what I wrought
Away in the South
To a refuge I head
I climb those stairs
And she welcomes me back in
Her bed
Yellow dress
She wore it soft
Just for me
In her parlor, I undressed
Calliope
Her blue eyes
Burned the blues
Tones so deep
Raindrop rhythm, keeping time,
With her heartbeat
Collect all the pieces
That make up a heart
Loose stitch the memories
That keep falling apart
Away in the South
Where the end meets the end
And I climb those stairs
And she welcomes me back
In
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13. |
Fractured Lies
01:55
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
Lyrics by William Chaffin
2013 Black Bullet Music
In the hands of all gone men
Lays a heart in hold
In the book we all write in
Lays a gun so cold
Everything is sacred
It's just fractured up with lies
And only spite fills up your eyes
I've come to sleep in your fair skin
I've come to rest awhile
Everything is sacred
It's just fractured up with lies
And only spite fills up your eyes
Where's the truth? The truth my dear?
I have yet to hear.
Everything is sacred
It's just fractured up with lies
And only spite fills up your eyes
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14. |
Already Gone
02:39
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Music & Lyrics by William Chaffin
In the black muddy pools of Mississippi
& the cold light of dawn
I reached up for a hand to help me
But that hand was already gone
And when they come to take me to heaven
When they come to take me home
Just tell them what they thought was here was
Already gone.
Already gone-it was already gone.
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15. |
The Ghost
01:06
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Music by Brian Fairbanks
2013 Ferocious Jones Music
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