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Advertisement Jingle
02:43
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How far do we drop before I pull our parachute,
I tried to be there for you but I pulled that chord to damn soon,
Our heads high no time to cool,
I was playing the fool to scared to loose you,
Too scared to,
Visibly progressive volume,
One for one we might be,
A tasty part of your busy life,
Visibly progressive volume,
(Turn me on I'll sing for you visually, but still feel me progressive volume)
I daydream of the subtle tease on a spring breeze I felt between us bittersweet,
Your love is like I keep burning myself With cigarettes trying to play you on repeat,
A soft sweet venom when you speak, close your eyes growing weak to the sound of a bright hearts beat,
I wanna get some like stitched together bones,
of materials that are holding you close,
A wicked chemical without all that rope what do you know.
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Shifting in and out of darkness both entranced and afraid,
like the images of an alien abduction keeping a paranoid insomniac awake,
Crooked broken roads drifting in and out of different parts of consciousness experiencing and dissolving new emotional realities, like the seasons changing too rapidly,
Those wholly autumn leaves will cover us like a blanket in mid-winter, and then the colors will bleed into a new age of extended light and green,
And we tell ourselves that we don't own dirty thoughts passing by in our minds,
Act like we don't truly know this cold icy river so warm only when in sunshine,
Stick our heads in an iPod factory box ship it down the assembly line,
We changed the way we share, react to, touch and seek information,
Yet I still can't tell where you are when you text me all these emotions as I try to forget about my love for useless corporate promotions that have no real connection to original purpose of being human,
And then a cloaked wizard in an alley way says, "Life is not a fuckin' story book you, Dick!" and so I just sit in a puddle and contemplate my next direction,
But eventually I just absorb, I have become one with the tiny insignificant water all I can do is stare at the sky scrappers,
And the eyes that feast upon you stranded in a crowd alone in the bedroom half an hour or twelve ours away,
My eyes starve within your lifeless, but well intended praise, and I remember dancing wildly at two in the morning spinning around each other getting too dizzy as magic smoke caressed our brains and we closed our mouths tight,
The clouds in my head will rip open and you will extract the misery within; Put it on a hard CD, or put it on bitTorrent, tell the masses it will cure their cancer for at least five minutes.
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Deep Fried
04:03
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Laugh at the people like their personality sells,
Maybe we just don't know ourselves,
On a farm where we pretend to be vampires and thieves,
Exchanging sadness and madness,
I was hallucinated when you sang, when you sang,
Now we're living in your car travelling across the country only got a couple of guitars,
But some alien dudes paying my blues, extracting life's mysteries enlarging my views,
Enlarge this perception of life through some might dirty tired distortion of bloodied lotus flower eyes,
Got some deep fried fortune and fame,
Got some national pride and shame,
And I'm really lost in some electronic wave,
Gunna crawl into my own sacred cave,
Crawl into my own sacred cave,
And the word were just triggering and hiring our emotions,
Because words will just make people smile and frown,
And word are so evil and words our so wise,
Words will teach you how to destroy or perceive your life,
Got some deep fried fortune and fame,
Got some national pride and shame,
Madness is all just a needle in my vein,
Gunna crawl into my own sacred cave,
Once agian,
Crawl into my own sacred cave,
If I had to break you free from the prison of your mind,
But then their undead zombie justice just kept gnawing at your eye,
So take your wings and fly away,
Not gunna find a fuckin' job today,
Cause in the wilderness I must roam,
Come closer mother nature my only home,
All you mother fuckers leave me alone,
God Damn,
All Alone.
[Consciously Ranting]
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Mary don't you wanna come home with me tonight,
We can sit underneath starlight,
Then roll you up, I can make it tight,
Then we'll smoke you up just right,
Mary don't you wanna come with me tonight,
It will be very extra ordinary tonight,
Sit and sing with me,
Mary don't you wanna come home with me today,
It would be good for me so they say,
Having you up inside of me,
Feeling you as I breath,
Mary don't you wanna come with me today,
It will be very extra ordinary today,
Sit and sing with me.
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Hey Man
01:00
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I said, Hey Man,
Would you say that again?
I'm sorry my friend, but this is the end,
My get up came and went, and I came here to stay,
Doesn't matter now I can't remember what I was talking about anyway,
Could you give me just another minute?
Would you give me just another minute?
Sometimes I get exhausted just brushing my teeth,
Then feeling rather high from all the sugar I eat,
For all the games I cheat head games in my flames,
There's a fire inside that I find that burns at my feet,
As I walk down this road that I've all but imagined,
And create the next moments that I've usually got planned for,
Gunna knead more sugar, polyfragmentaly get bigger,
No more sacred body,
I'm trying to dig deep,
So deep.
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California Day Tripper
01:46
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Heavy Master Gator
02:59
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Sympathetic Strings
02:46
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Wagon Wheel
01:55
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Quarters Out Here
01:45
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Me Sure Your Ewe and It
02:10
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Josef Chidiac: Vocals
Jackson Bigelow: Djembe, Bongos, Shakers
David Nellos: Bass, 12 String Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Vocals
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Dance Infection
04:10
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Brighthearts and Dr. Dark Prince George, British Columbia
Brighthearts and Dr. Dark, There was once the subject of me and the facet I embraced, hesitant to waste my breath on misplaced words in a mind begging to put forth a free will, In the case of karmic repercussions so forward into another life I carry the weight of wings, and worlds bearing the light of a million stars, ... more
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