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Big Sturdy Boxes
04:10
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Is this all that you want? To run to the old plan.
Find a Big Sturdy Box, in vanilla horizons.
I gave all my fucks to give, I hear hope's eulogy now
why all motives are selfishly viewed out, they are not all programmed.
The world is cold. Where babies go, the wind is chilly.
Those first few cries out will last for life, with what we're dealing.
Go do what you're told. They got you stoned.
Flesh that dream, make your means
Time to get old, and pull the rope.
Was moving here with so many false starts all even worth it?
How could would know, it's on me it's my fault for standing still and silent.
Go do what you're told. They give you hope.
That a chance reprieve builds your shelter.
TIme to get old, and pull the ropes.
Let me get this straight you mean to tell big sturdy boxes aren't the hell that drive me deep to apathy?
No!
You can have your big ol' master suite, if you got the cash just sign the sheet. We'll be right with you sir, one moment please
Go do what you're told. They got you stoned.
On your knees on your knees.
Time to get old, and pull the ropes.
Pick em' up my brains are on the ground.
Big sturdy boxes break em' down
Big sturdy boxes break me down
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2. |
Crash Test
04:14
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Wanna feel numb when you're down in a hole, Push the gas till it pops through the floor
My eyes get red, lose the roof they'll be black. I want a ride that has a no coming back
I'm under stress, I want the Crash Test
I'm under stress, I'll take the Crash Test
Women, money are black tar and gold. An engine hot and an engine knocked cold.
When I can't take it I run through the streets, when I get high I want the wheels for retreat
I'm under stress, I want the Crash Test
I'm under stress, I'll take the Crash Test
My Engines knocking, but I already towed what you towed
My Engines knocking, but I already towed what you towed
I keep moving cause I go and I go, sun never sets it just nips at my toes
moving upwards, upwards and down. No mess beats stress like the body they found
I'm under stress, I want the Crash Test
I'm under stress, I'll take the Crash Test
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3. |
Free is For Me
05:33
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Never had a plan to get out. Never thought any amount of normalcy, living life by the script could win out.
Not the generation of greed. And never will it claim to be. But the focus throws weight, to save a system that's paid to repeat.
My baby won't go, but Free is for Me.
Head out on the road cause I've never been.
I don't need to own a comfort castle or land.
Head back through the streets, be back when I can.
Maybe just watch from just the inside panes. The trees seem harsher when they sway.
Just to stay in and look is the same as if we were there. STOP!
Only so much flying this way, without picking up and going away.
Just for as see, how will you know if you stay?
My baby won't go but Free is for Me.
Head out on the road cause I've never been.
I don't need to own a comfort castle or land.
Head back through the streets, everybody's settled in.
Free is For Me.
Free is For Me.
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4. |
Bullshine Machine
03:23
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They thought for sure I was leaving, but they don't know my name
They thought for sure We'd all been beaten down and hung up by their strings
There's been a mood brewing that lets hate get by
More than a few must move to reprieve the Right
And all the fires kept a sweeping, to mis-inform the West
And all the ones who could think for themselves got hid behind the mass
There wasn't proof in nothing, speeches wasting breath
The whole blue marble rolling sideways fast
They wanna Tear me Down
They wanna Blow me out
Bullshine Machines roar loud
As long Fools keep listening
And all the poor and the needy, they rise to speak their truth
And all the ones who get on by a hair point fingers but don't move
They don't care who or why all the violence starts
As long as they get play in the hoping all the greed pays off
and it pays off
They wanna kill me now
They wanna Blow me out
Bullshine Machines roar loud
As long as Fools keep listening
The Fires are burning now
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5. |
Blue 52
04:48
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6. |
Fortune Child
04:06
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I don't know where to turn, I ran away till I burn in the sun
I went away to the dance level, was the last haven honey
My own perspective had not mired
If a weight was high fashion, there'd be no floor here only sky
I'm feeling funky now, everybody has a hard line
I'm feeling funky now, everyone is too assured
Said bye to this tortured crowd drowning in hate
I'll keep slipping my way into a gold lame
And I'll be the Fortune Child, drawn up in my paint
till lightning strikes me down
So I lose control, till all that's left is a shell of old soul
I went away to the dance level, was the last haven honey
Where I could really lose my mind
In a wade of high fashion, the bourgeois nail and crucify
I'm feeling funky now, everybody has a hard line
I'm feeling funky now, everyone is too assured
Said bye to this tortured crowd drowning in hate
I'll keep slipping my way into a gold lame
And I'll be the Fortune Child, drawn up in my paint
till lightning strikes me down
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7. |
Demon Tide
03:37
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8. |
My Elektra
06:19
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Thick Modine Raleigh, North Carolina
Thick Modine broadens on a form of rock and roll that melds the swampy funk and growl of southern rock with the raw truth
that is the essence of the blues, often with a hint of the ragged, seat-of-the-pants spontaneity that defined early punk.
Vocals, Guitar / Martin Pitts
Drums / Alex Norris
Bass / Maverick Raber
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