1. |
Still Born
03:44
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He's got a razor blade that's never seen his face
He's got a couple of incisors that are out of place
He wept the day the church bell was stolen
and melted down with other things for the new boiler
Every thing that's said here is only spoken
Ain't got no wires and all the books are broken
The secret place on the hill
Come bring your jar and get your fill
When you learn to hunt you learn to kill
We was born to run this still
She's got two mattresses, where do you kneel?
One's on the dirt floor, the other's in the field
The grass smells so good and fresh here after it rains
Once you've seen this bush up here, they're all the same
The secret place on the hill…
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2. |
Sweet Synthesis
03:50
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Sugar. Steam. Heat.
Condense the essence.
Drip, drip, drip.
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3. |
County Lawman
02:59
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The sun was orange as the sun went down
Pappy met the men from town
They made a circle and they built a fire
They chewed and spat as they conspired
They joked and drank until the sheriff came
They played the game of namin' names
They cocked their guns and they called their dogs
Shined the flashlight into the fog
Pappy stopped before he went away
His voice was low but I heard him say
"It won't hurt you if you don't know,
so don't go where that lawman go."
I didn't hear the rustlin' in the trees
Didn't hear the shot or the scream
Didn't hear the crying, didn't hear him plead
Just the crackin' of the wood and the trickle of the stream
"It won't hurt you if you don't know,
so don't go where that lawman go."
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4. |
What's In The Fire, Pa?
00:49
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What's in the fire, Pa?
It smells like gasoline.
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5. |
Blowed Up
02:36
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6. |
Knee Deep
03:22
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7. |
She Was Meat
03:39
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She moved on up to Cincinnati
She started stripping in a bar
She sent her checks back home to mama
Who picked t'baccy on the farm
Sweet feature attraction
Men with cash attention
They pulled the limo 'round
Glamor like she knew it could be
Just like Hollywood
She stepped inside and did a line
It started out with polaroids
Quick requests for naughty boys
And the cash was good
Can't keep track of all the pieces
Now you're signing batch releases
As long as the comfort flows
Hand over hand over hand over hand
Over fist over fist over fist over fist
We're losing light, can we change the tape?
New and strange devices
Can you tell me where the ice is?
And what the going price is?
None to sacred nor too extreme
Icon, legend, goddess, queen
Choking on the quicksand of your sweet love
No…
Can a witness?
Fuck no, this is business!
Are there anymore at home like you?
She moved up on up to Cincinnati
She started stripping in a bar
She was looking for her sister
Who went missing late last year
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8. |
Movin' On
07:18
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El Demento Los Angeles, California
Solo work from Deviant (the long time underground musician) that spun-off in the early 2000s as dark man-and-his-guitar project that has since had the occasional inclusion of a side man or looping station. The El Demento monicker came from a friend of friend who always accidentally referred to him as "Demento" instead of "Deviant" -- it gradually became an inside joke when playing without a band. ... more
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