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Hell In A Handbasket
02:24
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It’s straight outa Bosch
Ain’t none of this comin’
Out in the wash
Ignorance ain’t bliss, people they basically
Just aren’t ok, creatively killing
All through the ages
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket
History we know ain’t
Such a good teacher
So little to gain
From all of those preachers
At so little gain
For all those believers
But heartache and pain
Oh lord don’t ya leave us
The plague weren’t no franchise, served up with French fries
All those bottom feeders
Parading as leaders are
Taking us down to, Hell in a handbasket
We’re all going to hell in a handbasket
We’re all going to hell in a handbasket
We’re all going to hell in a handbasket
Ain’t none of this comin’
Out in the wash
Ignorance ain’t bliss, people they basically
Just aren’t ok, creatively killing
All through the ages
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket
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2. |
Maybe
03:55
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I’m gonna give it to ya
Hard truths
I’m putting it out there
Provide your own proof
What you do with it is up to you
You can have your soft lies
If you think you understand
Then explain to me the compromise
Go ahead raise your hand
If you still want to complain
Maybe
There’s a way
Maybe
Some day
We’ve all been sold maybe
We’ve all been told ‘we’ll see’
Go ahead expand
Save me making it plain
It’s time somebody copped it
Go ahead and take the blame
Maybe
There’s a way
Maybe
Some day
We’ve all been sold maybe
We’ve all been told ‘we’ll see’
But I’m telling ya
Certain things better kept under the bed
We don’t talk about em
They’re better left unsaid
Maybe
There’s a way
Maybe
Some day
We’ve all been sold maybe
We’ve all been told ‘we’ll see’
Nah We don’t talk about it
It’s better left unsaid
Old school days
Old school ways
Maybe
There’s a way
Maybe
Some day
We’ve all been sold maybe
We’ve all been told ‘we’ll see’
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3. |
Untrue
02:54
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I know that you have always been untrue
But true to life is very hard to do
What’s true to life anyway
These abstract ways they don’t present a view
I know that you have always been untrue
It’s true I’m choosing to believe in you
You can tell me what I gotta do
To tie up all the loose ends in my view
Patiently we’re waiting for the cull
Dangerous ideas to annul
What I don’t see doesn’t mean a thing
Like asking how long is a piece of string
You know they’re stretching our credulity
So we can follow so dutifully
Just as long as we know what to do
Doesn’t matter if it’s all untrue
Where does this
Stuff come from?
Who makes this
Stuff all up
That voodoo
That you do
Is sure to undo you
Who makes stuff up anyway
Cos no one cares what it’s meant to say
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4. |
Don't
03:51
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I’m just gonna follow
Right where she takes me
Yeah I hear ya saying
No body makes me
I gotta do
Whatever she says
I must obey
For she is the press
Ident
I know you’re thinking
I’m some kinda hedonist
I’m not inflicted with
Such an impediment
All that I know is
Some things were meant
Maybe I’m lucky
Its heaven sent
I just can’t help it
I’m being held it
Isn’t just selfishness
My heart it just melted
As soon as I felt it
I just got down and knelt it
Could be helped
It couldn’t be helped
I’m ashamed to say I
Haven’t quite dealt with it
No haven’t quite dealt with it
What she showed me
Well it just owned me
It wasn’t only me on my own
I’m telling you that it is my own doing
You’re tellin me that it is my undoing
Theres no defence I
Am just defenceless
I lose my senses
I lose my senses
You think I’m just playing but
I got no say in this
Got nothing to lose
There aint no use
I couldn’t help but be under her spell
Coz I’m being held I haven’t quite dealt
With it
Theres no defence I am just defenceless
I lose my senses
I lose my senses
Don’t blame me
Cos I just cant help it
I’m being held
I’m being held
My heart just melted
My heart just melted
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If I should leave you
Try to remember the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
And if you look back
Try to forget all the bad times
Lonely blue and sad times
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
And if I look back
I'll remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
If I should leave you
Try to remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
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6. |
The Ghosts of Tomorrow
02:47
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The ghosts of tomorrow are haunting me
Banging on the door they’re taunting me
Leaving their songs to fill me with hope
Maybe I’m too old and weary to cope
I know all they want is to sneak their way in
They look for somebody who thinks they can sing
A troubadour guileless punk with guitar
To hitch a ride with a wondering star
Possibly I won’t ever know
The message contained within their etude
Could it be I’m just the deliverer
Of some beastly beatitude
The ghosts of tomorrow
Maybe they just might
Tonight offer some respite
But I know their style from well before
As much as I’d like to try to ignore
I know if I don’t answer that banging door
These ghost just might visit someone I abhor
Maybe they won’t show
Guess I’ll never know
So these spirits shall keep haunting me
Keep banging my door and taunting me
Leaving their songs to fill me with hope
God help I’m too old and weary to cope
Oh no don’t tell me
I’m just a vessel
But these ghosts they know
The saying about empty ones
Are they looking for the loudest voice or just noise
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Some people they need management, they’re the ones that got their own reality yeah,
you can wonder how they get their way,
or how they got that way you best stay out their way,
they can never ever know the truth,
cos they got their own,
you must protect their world,
so they don’t blow up yours,
they call them
Rock stars
(how did they ever manage)
politicians - (chorus)
difficult mothers - (chorus)
upstarts
we’re in the biz of staging management, keep the whole estate looking nice and real ,
keeping all the scenery intact,
you know it’s just an act, you never tell them that, civilisation’s on its own decline,
all the Epsteins and Kleins gotta have their own mind,
and let you think that you’re out of yours,
ooh they never realise,
ooh what never meets their eyes
they must never realise
instrumental:(with shouted voice over): what!? Sympathy for these devils?! Narcissistic psychopathical egotistical sympathy for these? Not on your tragic little life !
Not from me from me?
no siree they call them -
Rock stars,(chorus)
psychopaths,(chorus)
difficult mothers (chorus)
upstarts managers (chorus)
absent fathers (chorus)
politicians (chorus)
upstarts managers rockstars
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8. |
Swamptacular Vernacular
03:51
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Why don’t cha tell me bout this larval mothboy?
That ya tryin to push my buttons with here
Hitch hikin my psyche deep into the night
Where the dreams come from make em sleep in fright
Why dontcha tell me bout this caterpillar creepin
Me out like a swamp witch sneer
Well im raftin and shaftin in the fright or flight
As night moves gallop over grubs at night
Well im lookin at this cryptic flip pic
With a shrink that’s trying to psyche me out
Strange therapy in this mange terror tree
Or was that a Terror tory in a whole other story ?
Well that’s my question. Is it so outa the question
Why dontcha fill me in? why dontcha fill me in
Why dontcha tell me bout the salamander jim?
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Hey Hey Narcissis
Wont ya tell me what this is
Coming on all contrite
Just to throw a hissy fit
You were always the one
To say when it was done
Being told the same
Was never in your game
I thought I turned that upside down
Just so glad to have you out
Just so glad to have you out oh so easily
So easily gone and done with out
Thought id seen the last of your inflicted
Work of pain
Your beauty brought to me with
Oh so little gain
But your reflection led you all the way
All the way right back to me
Led you all the way right back to me
Just so I could be taken in
Taken in by stupid
By stupid vanity
Hey hey narcissis
Whats this artifice?
Hey hey narcissis
Wont ya tell me what this is
And so I took you in
All the while I couldn’t see
The one being take in
Was really only me
You knew the things you had to say
About your selfish ghosting ways
That your reflection had shown you
All that you were doing to me
And you’d put an end to those days
Guess I should’ve known
Guess I should’ve known
You never really bought this role switching
It always had to be you to do the ditching
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10. |
Flawed
03:58
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You’re flawed
Does it have a bearing
on the way that you are
You’re flawed
Are you just past caring
Or is it something you hide
Theres’s people reacting and over compensating
All over the place
Then people only take one look
Outside and then
Just hide their face
You’re floored by
So many people
And how good they can be
You’re floored by
Countless people
And how evil they are
I once tried negotiating
The vagaries without hating
I just ended up debating
With myself
All the reason non rhyming
All of it beyond defining
Aint no planets aligning
Look as deep as you like into the sky
But you’ll only be looking into a void
You can stare in to those blank eyes
But they give no reason to be annoyed
You can ask all you like
But its futile to expect any kind of answer
Given up on perfection
Nothing more than a confection
That’ll bring in decay
All the gods were always jealous
And often they were also careless
Just get out of their way
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When believing the lies is easier than shifting
Don’t be surprised when the seamier side of grifting
Is what takes up all your time and before you know it youre drifting
Into some zone that’s way too far from home
How ya gonna get back home
How ya gonna get back home
How ya gonna get back home
How ya gonna get back home
Any old cobblers will always beat believing
Something that’ll make you change your points of view
You’ll walk a mile in their shoes in any direction
Except the obvious one that’s right in front of YOU
For the birds mind controling
Flying saucers keep on rolling
Cross the flat earth
Reptiles rule it all
All their missionary zeal
Its all fake cos nothings real
Off the hook
And in free fall
Coz believe in the light does all the heavy lifting
Believing the lies denies your own shape shifting
Out of our minds in a world so unkind
Who would have thought that we’d be so inclined
At not recognising the world was so bewitching
While stakes they’re rising up and all the bodies a twitching
And all around everybody’s just cussin and bitchin
How did everybody get so far away from home
How ya gonna get back home
How ya gonna get back home
How ya gonna get back home
How ya gonna get back home
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12. |
Triste Réalité
03:02
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The last rays of the sun
Are a light year away from next summer
And they’ll surely soon fade Away
As I stare out at the red glowing dimly
On the back of my closed eyelids
Heading headlong into fall as I’m bracing
Myself as I’m aching all over and under
I’m aching for something that’s lost
That I’ve already forgotten just what it was
Falling headlong into fall
I keep falling
Calling out hearing me
Call here me calling
Good bye
Good bye
To the last rays of the sun
Goodbye
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Kim Salmon Melbourne, Australia
Kim Salmon is an Australian musician and songwriter.
Kim Salmon's most enduring legacy, and not one that he particularly tried for, will no doubt be that many blame him, or at least his band The Scientists, for 'grunge'.
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