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And they're walking away, and they murdered another. There's no way they will pay, cuz their ass it is covered. Is this an album of pain? Or one of confusion? Where's the joyous refrain, when we seek retribution?
Oh it seems the evil they sleep well, upon a shielded bed of gold, 'bove a silver net that holds, they say the justice wheels are slow
And the uniform barks, and the uniform presses. Hellish flames from the sparks, when it teaches a lesson. The obvious is denied and the flaming of gaslight. All the justice will hide, no atonement is in sight.
Oh it seems the evil they sleep well, upon a shielded bed of gold, 'bove a silver net that holds, they say the justice wheels are slow. When promised retribution, karma on scales solution. Lawyer armor paper trails, exhaustion screaming public fails, un huh. Uh huh.
There ain't no talking to my rage, the demons' obstinate. Sits all alone, chugging black coffee. Googling shit like pistol permit. Looking up laws about stand your ground. What does the Buddha say about karma and balance? Goodly hearted, lampshades and soap indeed.
Oh it seems the evil they sleep well, upon a shielded bed of gold, above a silver net that holds, they say the justice wheels are slow. When promised retribution, karma on scales solution. Lawyer armor paper trails, exhausted screaming public fails, in huh. Uh huh.
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For a billionaire I guess that you're okay. So about this rocketship to the moon thing. This planet needs a lot of help okay, could you build a frickin' school hey hey? Or two or three or four, I'll tell you why in a second.
This other billionaire Jeff Bezos you seem like a jerk. No one needs a 500 million dollar boat. Build a school, or two or three or four. Why ?
People are stupid.
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3. |
Pray
04:24
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C'mon c'mon c'mon
All you Christians better pray
All you Christians with your sayin' sayin',
All you Christians with your praying praying ho
( All you Christians better pray)
And you scare me with your trying trying
And your faulty faulty justifying yo
( All you Christians better pray)
Don't be quoting all those bible teachings
Cuz you ain't heard a word he's preaching so ...
( Chorus)
Pray, that there ain't no God. All you Christians better pray.
Cuz if God's around she'll learn ya learn ya
All your racist crap she'll burn ya burn ya ho
(All you Christians better pray)
And supporting all those Nazi creepos
All the angels up in heaven weep so yo
(All you Christians better pray)
Well you certainly showed off your true colors, cuz that man was an evil mother so
( Chorus)
When you're talking about your Bible there
With all the men with curly hair
Not a white man in the bible, not a one
Pay close attention to that bible with your rope and your gun
You might wanna get your feet off her neck
Hands out of her body I detect
Such an arrogant desire to dominate
Jerkin' off behind a chalice with your malice and your hate
So when you're banning books I insist
Put the bible there on the top of your list
You think Jesus would think your judgements ok?
Then I respond fuck you and have a nice day
Let me also say this, so you're aware
I ain't arrogant enough to think I know more than my share
Faith has been wrestled by histories greatest minds
Who emerged believers on the other side
But you evangelicals that say that hell awaits
And your ass will be dancing through pearly gates
Well yer headed to hell fried like Chick Fil A
You best hope there's no hell, you'd better pray
Before this administration I had no problem with the Christian nation yo
(All you Christians better pray)
You thought he was heaven sent but just a Karmic dept so yo
Remember Frederick Douglass wrote the white Christian was the worst slave owner yo, yo... oh
(Chorus)
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4. |
Drunk Dial Me
03:15
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Drunk dial me. Drunk dial me like you used to do. I miss you. You're doing Molly? Would it kill ya to pick up a phone? I'm all alone. Cuz I know you got the need, and I know you got the weed.
You're in a taxi? Touch yourself when you're thinking of me. Don't let that thing be. Home from the club? You gotta gotta gotta send me the wobbly text. ( Autocorrect. Is your ' posse' lonely honey? Cuz I know you got the need and I know you got the weed.
You are working? You got to sneak up to the ladie's room and send me those photos, that nobody knows.
Drunk dial me. And say the things you used to say. That you'll never go away. Cuz I know you got the need. And I know you got the weed.
Ain't you a naughty... Naughty naughty girl?
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5. |
Robbery
02:46
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I was walking my cat when I got robbed, Sporting a fly hat when I got robbed
They were dreaming a dream
By any viable means
She was folding some clothes
Reciting some oaths when
I was reading horoscopes when
They were lighting up smokes when
They were playing in a stadium
She was praying for uranium when
Begging for food/ drilling for crude
She was shooting a scene when
He was just about to cream when
Letting off steam, shutting down a scream
I was playing some chess when I got robbed
In a state of undress when
The indicted just confessed, that the mother in law's a mess
Longing for caress, she took her driver's test
His insurance cost him less...but he failed to impress when he got robbed
I was changing my oil when
Reading friends of Eddie Coyle when
At the grocery store when
Mopping up the floor when
Driving to Cheyenne when
Digging Otis Spann when
Enjoying Barry Gifford when
My kid was watching Clifford when
They were trying to transcend when they got robbed
Couldn't comprehend when
He was worried about addiction when
She was struggling with addiction
Fishing for permission when he
She was filling a prescription when she
He was texting an old friend when
That he couldn't apprehend when
Mauling Laura Palmer,
Jeffery Dahmer only calmer when he got robbed
Scarfing perfume when he got robbed
Absurding with Camus when I got robbed
Fishing in a brook when I
Guiliani is a crook and you
Serge Gainsborough writes the hooks
Tyler sports the look
James Baldwin writes the books
Tony B was a cook and wall got robbed
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6. |
Jelly ft. Ruth Theodore
04:29
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Remember "Put him in a tent"? Remember shitting in my car? Remember when I went too far you defended me again and again and ..
Who's going to make you laugh? I couldn't destroy the photograph, you as a 15 year old Riot Grrl, you thought you could do anything...
Does your hair, miss me like I miss you?
Do your eyes miss me like I miss you?
Does your smile miss me like I miss you?
Do your thighs miss me like I miss you?
Jelly.
You don't want to talk to me, this is how it's gonna be so I see you in my dreams and I say 'Check out this new band'. There's things I want to share with you, a poem a film a book or two, I loved it when we'd talk it through, but that's all over now.
Does your laugh miss me like I miss you?
Do your kisses miss me like I miss you?
Do your confessions miss me like I miss you?
Do your broken promises miss me like I miss you?
Jelly.
Remember watching The Warriors you said "Is this a documentary"? Then Casablanca. Then we ate at that restaurant you loved. We had a lot of fun together, think of all the things we weathered when you hid me away. Yeah you hid me away.
Do your dreams miss me like I miss you?
So your schemes miss me like I miss you?
Do your tears miss me like I miss you?
Do your arms miss me like I miss you?
Do your arms miss me like I miss you?
Jelly.
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7. |
The Way She Says
03:58
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Well there's lies and betrayals and promises torn like silk, convenient amnesia. And there's hurt and there's worse and anger and curses and the devil to deal ya. All is forgiven, excused, her enunciation, her breath being used. Like my bloodstream and Oxy are fused. The way she says, 'I love you'. You should have heard, her way with words, 'I love you'.
And there's madness and not some cliche I say no, it is real, and so you deal. Day after day I pray, Lord keep the pain at bay, so these cravings will heal. It's not because she says it, no. Could be a lie and probably so, Meryl Streep should give it a go. The way she says, 'I love you.' Her spell is cast, dissolves the past, 'I love you.'
Is she brilliant? Ain't no doubt.
Is she stunning? Knock down drag out.
Is she funny? She had me in tears
But what's narcotic to my ears
Inconsistency torments me, what face today I'll see....that breathtaking face. Vacant or here, static or clear this ghost that I chase.
And the vowels hug and kiss. The consonants offer bliss. Each syllable's soothing caress, the way she says, ''I love you."
The heart is cloaked, in opium smoke, the way she says 'I love you'.
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8. |
To Get Thru
03:21
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Young Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard but the cupboard was bare and she paused a moment there.
And she thought about her kids and she thought about their eyes and she thanked Christ for the lunches that the school supplied.
But there wasn't any dinner and did she have it in her could she sneak around the store, could she steal a little more?
Cuz that dick of a manager caught her before but she was quicker than him but dropped the steak on the floor
(Chorus)
Sometimes you gotta do want ya gotta do to get through.(4X)
Ain't it the truth Ruth
You gotta eat Pete
Ain't no mercy Percy
I ain't shittin' Kitten
She stared in the mirror as she put on her big pants she could stuff 'em real good if she only got the chance.
Looked at the guage she was low on gas, thought about the landlord, he's been staring at her ass.
Sure was cold in the freezer aisle, the grocery boy stared, she fixed him with a smile. Some of her friends were living in a box, she thought about that, she stole another chop
(Chorus)
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to get through (4X)
That's the fact Jack
Bottom line Einstein
Ain't it clear Shakespeare
I ain't lyin' Brian
She was headed home with the backseat full, the security guard she had to give a little pull.
She cleaned her hands as she made plans when the kids saw the food they would do handstands.
Covered for a week, where's the stimulus checks? Don't think about the rent you become a nervous wreck.
She let the top of her thong beckon from her pants, beneath the landlords window where she knew he'd give a glance.
(Chorus)
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to get through
Swallow your pride Clyde
Your dignity's intact Zack
You could be starvin' Marvin
Suck a little ___dick ____Rick
Things have got freaky Enrique
Won't affect your soul Raoul
I oughta know Joe
I could do this all day Ray
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9. |
NKKG ft. Ruth Theodore
00:45
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Nazi killer girl gangs
Nazi killer girl gangs
Nazi killer girl gangs
Nazi killer girl gangs
A ten mile radius around the mall
In the Cracker Barrel parking lot
At the Waffle House we're
Nazi killer girl gangs
Nazi killer girl gangs
Nazi killer girl gangs
Nazi killer girl gangs
And we're coming for you.
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10. |
Um, Actually No
01:07
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There was this great picture, her at 15 years old a little Riot Grrl she had just gotten her hair cut, big old triumphant smile.
I said 'Man I love this picture, all these strong women on your wall'. She said, 'Yeah, I thought I could do anything, later that night I got raped'.
Sometime later she told me of another incident with her girlfriend, same thing, then another one after that, and yet another one.
So I asked her innocently, gently, 'Any of your girlfriends that haven't been raped?'
She was quiet for awhile she said, 'Um, actually, no'.
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Pepper Spray
03:12
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Pepper spray, all the ladies have that pepper spray,
Keep the horny boys away, or they get that pepper spray.
Mom and dad, tell the boy it would be bad
Gets a little ruff at play, gets a taste of pepper spray
Oh it hurts my eyes, please don't tell the guys!
Pepper spray, fight the roofie with the pepper spray,
Gets a taste of alcohol, does not feel no guilt at all
Pepper Spray, arm the ladies with the pepper spray,
Same as it was yesterday, when they're in the rapey way
Oh I'm so naive, rape fraternitys
Pepper spray, don't leave your drink and walk away
Feeling dizzy and you start to sway, you best grab your pepper spray
Porcupine, jellyfish, bee sting, skunk
Rattlesnake, Cobra caution when drunk
Nature protects the vulnerable prey
7-11 sells that pepper spray
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Hippy Shake
03:05
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You got to do the hippy shake, don't know how much more you can take. You lie in bed instead your head is burning and it's keeping you awake.
( You got to know it, got to go it, got to show )
The evil dreams, that everything ain't what it seems. The quiet in the hills gives you to chills, you know exactly what that means
( You long for yesterday, now the devil's come to play. You lust for gravity, thrust into a cavity.)
(CHORUS #1)
They got the creepy crawly worms inside their head they holler
This ain't no metaphor you met before bet your last dollar
The DNA has gone astray and yesterday the father creeped into and peeped into your head and said "It ain't no bother" (2x)
(CHORUS #2)
Line up, I don't have all the details
I think it best that you exhale
They made a mess of it all
Name check, I've got my bags and my passport
Things I didn't ask for
I'm gonna take......hit it
You gotta do the hippy shake, you sense the shadows on the make
Best be ready Freddy, steady with the heavy, these plans you undertake.
( You got to know it, got to go it, got to show it and)
( CHORUS #3)
They got the Karma drama proddin' all their trauma maybe
They got the mystery history wishing' they be fushin' baby
They got the rootin' tootin' shootin' while they're lootin'
They be hangin' with their friends, that's when the happy ends. ( 2x)
( CHORUS #2)
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This is how I know Tucker Carlson is a bad parent...cuz as a parent you instill in your child morals and integrity. Had Tucker Carlson done it...
His children would have killed him.
And that's how I know his parenting has failed.
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14. |
Trail Mix
06:25
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How do you find your trail mix, how do you find your hope? In a world gone crazy loco, how you gonna cope?
How do you find your trail mix, make you laugh and jump?
Get you outa bed in the morning, get you over them humps? Trail mix.
Navigate the heartbreak, the disappointment and the fear. Take your cloudy addled brain and shake you til your clear. I'll tell you about my trail mix, bout my favorite things. Help me find humanity, help me find my wings. Trail mix.
No, I didn't hide a bottle of Rebel Yell in the red alligator boots that reside in the back of my closet and no I didn't take Lexapro, Lithium, Valium and Prozac, grind it to a fine powder and wash it all down with a smooth gin and tonic and no I didn't contact those two twin Hope and Faith that reside with that sugar daddy Carlos for yet another week of depraved sex in a Motel 6 in San Antonio Texas all the while tattooing 'Responsibilities Be Damned!' on my ball sack.
( Verse 1)
I have a dream where I reside above a small bar where I have a nightly gig as a jazz pianist. My talents rival Thelonious Monk and Jerry Lee Lewis. I speak to no one and remain largely ignored but I take the stage as regal as a king to the throne, as elegant as Son House. I play whatever I so desire, I play James Booker, I play Nina Simone. I play Chopin, I play Robert Johnson, I play Gershwin, Bill Evans, Mose Allison, Little Richard. This is my trail mix and I am gone man.
I give you musical interpretations of sculpture, film, art, literature. I play Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground. Did you see Sinatra put a hundred dollars in my tip jar? I am poetry ppersonified. My left hand is my politics and my right hand is my social disclaimer. My music goes into hospices, migrant camps, leper colonies, prison cells. It is Ai Wei Wei, Santa Clause, Tesla, Joan of Arc, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, it puts a crown on the head of Rosa Parks. It ushers immigrants safely across borders, puts out fires in the Amazon, floods ignorance, it gives teen multivitamins to Greta Thunberg, this is my trail mix and I live forever.
( Verse 2)
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Johnny Rydell
01:10
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How ya dune? Hamell here. Matt, gimme some music, I'm feeling naked out here. Thanks an awful lot for listening to the album. There is something more I would appreciate you listening to and um, ok then that'll wrap it up. Thanks again.
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
1-800-273-8255
This one goes out to my friend Johnny Rydell. The suicide hotline number is 1-800-273-8255. Help is available. You are not alone. Life is worth living.
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Remember "Put him in a tent"? Remember shitting in my car? Remember when I went too far you defended me again and again and ..
Who's going to make you laugh? I couldn't destroy the photograph, you as a 15 year old Riot Grrl, you thought you could do anything...
Does your hair, miss me like I miss you?
Do your eyes miss me like I miss you?
Does your smile miss me like I miss you?
Do your thighs miss me like I miss you?
Jelly.
You don't want to talk to me, this is how it's gonna be so I see you in my dreams and I say 'Check out this new band'. There's things I want to share with you, a poem a film a book or two, I loved it when we'd talk it through, but that's all over now.
Does your laugh miss me like I miss you?
Do your kisses miss me like I miss you?
Do your confessions miss me like I miss you?
Do your broken promises miss me like I miss you?
Jelly.
Remember watching The Warriors you said "Is this a documentary"? Then Casablanca. Then we ate at that restaurant you loved. We had a lot of fun together, think of all the things we weathered when you hid me away. Yeah you hid me away.
Do your dreams miss me like I miss you?
So your schemes miss me like I miss you?
Do your tears miss me like I miss you?
Do your arms miss me like I miss you?
Do your arms miss me like I miss you?
Jelly.
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HAMELL ON TRIAL Austin, Texas
Hamell on Trial is loud, fast music informed by politics, intelligence and a wicked sense of humor.
1995-Mercury
Records-Big as Life, The Chord is Mightier Than the Sword.
1997- Choochtown
2003-Righteous Babe Records-Tough Love
2005, Songs For Parents Who Enjoy Drugs.
2007-“The Terrorism Of Everyday Life,” (Edinburgh Fringe Herald Award)
2012-New West Records -The Happiest Man Alive.
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