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Tigerbomb * Crickets

by Doc Pickles

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Down At The Waterhole 04:10
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Down At The Waterhole Down at the waterhole an uneasy truce with the vipers and hippos, Generally I just want to be alone, generally I just want to be alone, Supposed to design a computerized form but all I want is a song to write words for, Generally I just want to be alone, generally I just want to be alone, “Well you’re sloppy, Ed” he said, “you’re not gonna get a grant to do that The public broadcaster or the drive to work pablum crap, never waste a nanohertz with that. You need a real publicist who’s still cordial with the Jian Ghomeshi set, Currently pushes the untested acts younger than their own children they’re neglecting in fact, Their own flesh and blood, to see them, win affection for good, well They have to book a meeting to see them but Generally they’re too busy for that, too busy for that parenting crap. That’s the sausage factory, champ, that’s what they gotta do otherwise they’d see it through, Who’ll get your music played on Q with it, maybe even get you an interview for it. Generally they don’t wanna talk to you, they just have got themselves a job to do But no love, just beholden to the task, the hand given, don’t ask.” Up where the star’s planes go, the dimwit offspring of those who prefer to stay low, Only show face on a WikiLeaks page to recommend their inbred nephew for an internship. Sail away from out from underneath him to emulate the mothership, Perpetuating shareholders’ values for them. Well you want issues? Try living up to the expectations of people born into those positions, Seeing all the mains as profane, poor trust fund baby, pass me some tissues. Pass me some tissues! Down at the trust fund dole where the inbred children of the elites go, Generally they just want to be alone, generally want to be left alone like a hippo, Slap each other on the backs and faces, count the fingers of their sister’s embraces after shaking hands, Generally they just want to be alone, they wanna be left at the watering hole. Well, Down at the waterhole where the family trust and the Dear John Tories go, Generally they just want to be left alone, generally they’re counting favours and duties to show, Shown dog’s bond millions in options, but nothing’s changed for the commons, Still wasting time on their smartphones, no clue where the other ends of their leashes go, Water’s all dried up and in pipes and all the hippos in cages, And all through the night they just wanna be left alone, generally they just want to be left alone, Generally they just want to be alone, generally they just wanna be alone, Generally they just want to be alone, generally they just wanna be alone.
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There's No Getting Over You 03:17
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There’s No Getting Over You No there’s no getting over you there’s no getting over you, There’s no getting over you, there’s things I’d rather do, No there’s no getting over you there’s no getting over you, There’s no getting over you, there’s things I’d rather do, But I start at the base to get the big blocks all laid at foundation’s feet, Put the flag on the mast and suddenly kissing street, oh me, oh you, Getting over you no getting through there’s no getting over you, Nothing will do. Got instruction sheet out and repeat it with my mouth But around the eighth step there’s no sense of direction left, No telling East from West, no bass or treble clef, Spinning around in my shoes there’s no getting over you, No telling what love brings but from the twelve string rings truth: No there’s no getting over you there’s no getting over you, There’s no getting over you, there’s things I’d rather do, No there’s no getting over you but I ran from each face, Tried to shake out the urbane decay on a sandy beach, the waves just out of reach, Took the bow without the cast and suddenly on course unplanned Oh you, you knew! Oh me, oh you, getting over you, The breezes blew, there’s nothing this fog won’t cloak, But sunshine would do if wind it only blew, the sun shone too, The storm came up upon the beachy land and into my face the wind blows But after I’ve picked out the sand, in that sense there’s no Telling shoreline from coast. To tell you true, I’m at the beach with my blue, there’s no getting over you. No there’s no getting over you there’s no getting over you, There’s no getting over you, there’s things I’d rather do, But I’d start at the base but there’s getting over you, There’s no new face there’s things I’d rather do, There’s no getting over you.
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Little Ride 03:51
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Little Ride I run the fable sitting at the table Dressed in your grandmumma’s clothes, Kerchief on a wolf, Though some may know more, Hunger is all I know. I turn the table you bolt from the stable Quaking like the Earth, Where giants go, They stamp and pound feet, You and you flee. Was it something that I said? Smouldering eyes on head? Love smitten, story’s getting written, Fairy hand to quill and ink, Shouldn’t even dare to think, The thought comes through the bed, No good for you, Red. I run the fable sitting at the table Dressed in your grandmumma’s clothes, Kerchief on a wolf, Though some may know more, Hunger is all I know. Was it something wrong I did? Hide a pupil with a lid. Deep in the forest I can hear a chorus Echoing like church bells Sung in glades and dells, The woodcut smells Sap from felled trees. Why’d you go and dress red? Embers of the words said. Glows in the sky like the forest’s on fire, Quickening feet and flattening tire, Woodcutter’s axe and an answer to the choir, That ain’t no grandma it’s a wolf who enquirers. You say I got big eyes, you say I’ve got big fangs, You say my claws are wrong, the universe conspires, But what’s behind the eyes? Turn and run, Turn and run, run, run, There’s two big eyes for you to see, And all you’ve got’s your feet, so fly, so ride, so ride, ride, ride, ride, so ride.
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Break Of Dawn 03:59
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Break Of Dawn Quit smiling, quit smiling at me, Quit looking my way like it’s the desert and I’m the first tall drink you see, Long as manticles all fly loose and free I’ll never be the promise kept you need. Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster well I’ll be gone. Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster I’ll be done, I’ll be gone. Quit dreaming those dreams and fantasies with me Stranded onstage like a miracle play, character D, Did I mention please stop sticking a fork in like I’m a dessert, I’m no chocolate torte, I’m a free soul, just wants to be left be, Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster I’ll be gone. Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster I’ll be done. Quit calling, quit calling my name, No invocation makes me come to your place any faster, Those other needs they all look the same, Mistaken me for a satisfaction machine for a beta master, Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster I’ll be gone. Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster I’ll carry on, I’ll be gone. You’re texting, textualizing projections my way again, But this booty won’t take calls not ever again, no way! No way. Quit drinking, quit thinking you need me, If you’re not happy free you’d be miserable in chains with me. Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster I’ll be gone. Loving at the break of dawn, it’s been a night of going on, and if you don’t go any faster well I’ll be done, I’ll be gone!
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Hero To Goat 03:50
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Hero To Goat Hero to goat, hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Love seems to break upon the shore Like a solo with too many needless notes And all the mermaids sing at sea Try to draw, into the riptide, me. One curl of spot at the north reach of the Black Rock beach Where all the grey Pacific turns at the Maui’s lea, A pivot between all the teacup oceans around me. Hero to goat, hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Oh all the puddles of the globe Connected at the edge of what I know Pull the swimmers and waders out alike Sent away, we’re all the same words. They rant and they break upon the page, Sad sage, rosemary’s cage in C, Tuned to C, that’s sea, endless ocean of sea that we see In light of the lee set sail to the sinking sun We’ve begun to chase the whale. Try to drown but find I fly Like a goat, hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, The fog state got me disconnected, Forgot to set limits on the day’s shape and whatever time of day it is, I was, if it pleases you, or whatever God you pray to, I am, shall be, and all eternally be Your hero, your reaper, your guest, your ghost, Your goat. Hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go, Not a long way to go, Not a long way to go, Hero to goat, hero to goat, hero to goat, not a long way to go.
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Dave Bookman's Records 04:02
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I Bought Dave Bookman’s Records I bought Dave Bookman’s records, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, Your love’s a balloon, a razor string’s attached. I bought Dave Bookman’s records, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, Floating up to the moon, reach without a scratch, then I’m back. I’m only as cut up as fingers can be, Nicks and cuts all over from climbing on the string, I’m only bleeding wounds imaginary imagery But these aren’t the blues, rib cage is bruised from your boots From when I was down beneath your feet, The dust below me that bound was all that held me From sinking into the Earth and I found it flew up and obscured me, And in the cloud I made a getaway From living into containment. La la la la la la la, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, This love’s like a needle, pointing where it feels, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, This love’s like an arrow in a compass shooting at the sparrows above us, And as all of our air seeps out you wrinkle like the sunshine Shone upon sultanas, ovoids losing shape and shine, Talk like I’m a flock of starling springs from you cannon, Dissipate in shifting shapes, twisting in the wind of days of days Of deepening skies and darkening telling of white lies Starving for the truth like air for balloons let out like eating food of air, All the nutrition of a chocolate eclair, you told me when we met that life isn’t Fair. La la la la la la la. La la la la la la la, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, Ending’s coming soon, a pop and I can feel it more, La la la la la la la, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, Your love’s a balloon deflated on the floor in the dust of an abandoned Matador Ballroom turning into a condo, slated for demolition But the funding went dry and it’s just standing there With a shrivelled up balloon on the ground in the dust where rats walk by, Dave Bookman’s records, I bought Dave Bookman’s records, My grant is coming soon and I’ll finish this and get it in the can, Just like that.
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Tiger Years 02:43
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Tiger Years The heart breaks when the miss takes When the pump fakes for the sea snakes And the earth it quakes like the tooth that aches When the cup it cakes to the bone unmakes, There’s a hole in my tooth In my heart and it aches And the grass it sways when you leap this way. Living out my fears, Living in my tiger years. Oh my oh me oh me oh my such fearful symmetry. My diatribe to those lidless eyes As the feline guise tenses up its thighs Should I trust a hunch? Slightest rustle in the branch, I hear you’re near, Up above my head it’s too late to steer clear, Living out my fears, Living in my tiger years. Living in my tiger years Like on Manimal I’m an animal, Any bird or mammal, osprey to camel, Living out my fears, Living in my tiger years. Living in my tiger years Oh like on Noah’s boat I’m an antelope, I’m the herbivore that you hunger for, Got no knife and fork just those teeth that work, I’m a roasted goat and you’re the fire that goes Burning through the tears Living in my tiger years. Living out my fears, Living in my tiger years. Like on Manimal I’m an animal But could never hold a candle to the savage creature’s plight In the forest of the night, All I see are eyes full of fierce light Living out my fears, Living in these tiger years.
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In The Studio With Carlos 01:04
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In The Studio With Carlos My gait they can have it, I already have it down, Step up and grab it, I’m done with it, Already did and perfected it, Losing interest in and neglecting it. The devil don’t need your soul, just trying to help you out. Deal made before you were born, original sin been freed from your doubt. The devil’s gonna be alright if you say no, mucking around with the time, The devil’s setting up embargo in the studio with Carlos, So I’ll drop a line, or four, or more.
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I, Lonely Vagabond 01:50
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I, Lonely Vagabond I love you Sadie I’ve been wishing it were worse, I lay about the Horseshoe and I sleep in the dirt, I love your trouble, I know you got hurt, I, Lonely Vagabond, and I got it worse. I just come out when the Sadies are inert, I’m all out of ether and in back of the merch, I love your double, I know you got hurt, I, Lonely Vaga and I second the next verse I, Lonely Vagabond. I love the smell of the beer on the hardwood floors, I appear at the show through the walls there’s no doors, I love the mystique, and I love to keep it on course, I, Lonely Vaga yeah that’s me in the chorus, I, Lonely Vagabond. I love you Sadie and your vast iterations, I see your soul in the sound of all nations, I sing and you sang about participations, I Lonely Vaga and I’m out by the last note’s ringing iterations, I, Lonely Vagabond.
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Checkered Chessboard Floors 03:53
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Checkered Chessboard Floors Would you know me as I knew you were I the one was passing? Well we both went down to Tavern Played for a show of passion over the checkered chessboard floor. A passion for the indie show, a passion shows, in passing go. I’m all alone in the first row in mind, Although closer to the door, but at shows when all alone I’m fine. When there’s nobody you know I would still come up to the front and stand there all alone, Nine in ten shows, cold and empty, Playing to the barback, the disappointed staff. The disaffected punters who come from someplace other, Take up two tables, laugh loud, hog the pool, carry on amongst themselves, Yeah sure they paid to come like the chumps that they are to this dump With the checkered chessboard floor, didn’t matter you were playing, It could be any other. But me, I listened. Would they play you like they played me? Took out back got done with me? Did they come here to say they saw you play, then post away? But did they ever hear you whenever they got near you? In passing where we go, our Jazzmasters slow, the slumber knows the checkered chessboard floors we sing upon and over. the checkered chessboard floors we sing upon and over. Would they play me like they played you? Take out back be done with you? Did they just come here to say they saw me play, then post away? But did they ever hear me whenever they got near me? In passing where we go, our Jazzmasters slow, the slumber knows checkered chessboard floors we play above and over. the checkered chessboard floor.
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Mecha-Nation 02:52
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Mecha-Nation Got fingerfuls of sand sifted in fingers stretched, cupped the dust from windy days, still blew away, Soot covered in envy you revised, promised presents away you wanted to keep and not to give as gifts when Pigs eat the pearls that you gave away You were weightless then, blown in gusty breeze Like dandelion seeds that found no garden. A land far away volcanic, mountains were rising but froze in their place In flowers and seed each reclining, poppies were pining, covering up the molten graves beneath. Hook you in the moment you saw visions That they took away you wanted to keep And lot let go when you get those inhibitions that were built to stay Hooked in and then cut bait or reel it in So you got strung in fin, you can swim away Sinking in the vessel they were bailing But sank anyway in waters deep Weightless wonder held you weightless sailing But ship-side you took on new weight. Please forgive this duplication, the beginning and the end of my education, This is not a duplicate, it’s the beginning of the doubling of my remediation, This is not to simulate, it’s the beginning of the end of a Mecha-Nation, That’s unfair to stimulate if you really want an emulation, It begins when you get real lost for a real long A real long time, shouldn’t it be then? And that’s when there’s no more roads, Like the wind at the bottom of the bottle of Bael tested fine wine, End the battles, erase the time. Got a fingerful of sand sifted in fingers stretched to cup the dust from windy days.
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You Just Need To Fake It 03:51
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You Just Need To Fake It You just need to fake it until you make it then you probably shouldn’t make it anymore. We don’t even need to ride a horse, take a personal fence to divide it on, Fight for points of view from dusk til dawn that never were our own in the first place! You just need to fake it until you make it then you probably shouldn’t make it anymore. Of course the blues placate like an easy shirt, they fit light to pique offence for when the party hurts, There’s no such thing as a blues party, that’s like making a vanilla brownie! Nothing’s changing in my world except for the spins accumulate, People shoving and pushing for their turn to start to wait For what is at the end of the line: It’s a ticket to get back outside! You just need to fake it until you make it then you probably shouldn’t make it anymore. Ever since the church on Sunday got drunk on sweet communion, Jesus’ henchmen pushed me off the wagon, All things got better in my union, but ever since I woke up on Monday I just wanted to drink the Moon! Drink it up like the autumn days, thinking about the blues! You woke up and you got high, berated the Sun for shining, Played it straight, mighty Miles to pace the day like a leopard measuring for a leap, For a flying leap from tree to bone, from leaf to tome! You just need to fake it until you make it then you probably shouldn’t make it anymore. You just need to fake it until you make it then you probably shouldn’t make it anymore. You just need to fake it until you make it then you probably shouldn’t fake it anymore. No no, No no more.
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Even In The Dark 04:19
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Even In The Dark Running out of sand, scared of you and me, running of sand to put to sleep, Running out of sand, running out of time, turning over troubles in my mind, Even in the dark even in the cold even all alone we all play a part And often there’s no spark, cause often times cold Even all alone the night is standing stark. In time this is all a show, in fire even all alone. Even by myself, never be alone, even all alone, one thing keeps me going The dawn will always come even in the night without a spark A star fades in and out, and back to Earth I go, even all alone. Turning over troubles in my mind, running out of yours, running out of mine, Turning over stones to discover shadows of light running on the last cylinder Right down to the last stroke, scared of truth, but we can see it but we can’t deny it, Running out of sand, running out of time. In a wall of sound, band it starts to play, You can be alone and live anon when they start to play a song, You can chase after your thoughts, pretend to listen close, Even all alone you still have these thoughts. Desire, this is all a show, In fire, even all alone, Even by myself, never all alone, Even being alone, one we all know: A dawn will always come even in the song without a heart A radio will fade in and out, and back to earth I am, even all alone. Running out of sand to pass the time, running out of pitch to fork, Running out of time, running out of the clock, Turning over stones to discover.
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B-Bender 04:18
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B-Bender Bridge that’s made of steps, a metal grate and I see through it, And I’ve got to catch my breath, there’s no railing to my left. Just goes up above the railway tracks and towers over what it lacks, But once I’ve reached the final step, there’s no planks on the bridge to catch My feet, I start to shake, tops of trees I’ve never seen, Nests of birds from up above, now I’m stranded on the top Of the stairs that touch the stars at night, and me I tremble with a fright, It’s a nature way avoiding height by turning knees to troglodyte. Shudders in a resonant wave, I’m on all fours above my grave, So many stories I’ve waylaid, B B B B B B B-Bender. Bridge without a floor, just a scaffold with no door, And it’s all to pass across a place below where I was lost In the brambles of the troubled mind, I’m setting traps for feet to find A brier patch of wasted deeds and I just wanted across the street. Callouses attach and my fingers metal grasp, And I cannot even gasp, froze in space above the lands Of the rail industrial desolation, soil to factor oiled up stations, Crows are laughing at my trouble, platform with a shaking bundle. Bones begin to vibrate rivets, loosened in the structure’s divots, Please replace the missing grass, rise five stories up the lands Below to meet my Icarus, I’d like to give these wax wings back, Climb down the staircase like a crab, and on the ground I’ll kiss the land. I knew this was a dream when the ghost came up to me Just to empathize my need, pointed out down on the street That a crossing’s been there all along, I did not need to go aloft, The way was laid in front of me but I didn’t trust to follow feet. Across on the dry land the cars carry on with me overhead From a string I wait for death when my frozen fingers unattach Or if I descend on my scared ass to the ground, I’ll never fly again. Would I do it again? they said. No, but I’m glad I did. B B B B B B B-Bender.
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Reckless Succession 04:08
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Reckless Succession Everywhere I been I’ve had to go, the race is on to empty now the bottle, Every note I try to heat is cold, every horse is riding into battle, And I ride, with me astride, the thunder, And I’m not waking up without a fight, Every day I’m drinking in the light, it’s racing round my head every night I find a place I find a place I lost, I gave it up in reckless succession And every life I liked there was a line of shady punters thought could do it better, They’re making deals for the life that they covet, My gig well they can have it, step up and grab it, I’m done with it, Already did and perfected it, losing interest in and neglecting it. The Devil he don’t need your soul, just trying to help you out, The deal was made before you were born, original sin been feeding you doubt. The Devil’s gonna be alright mucking around with the time, The Devil’s setting up embargoes here in the studio with Emmet and Carlos, So I’ll drop a line, or I’ll drop four, or more, in the wall of sound, face on the ground. Got a question about my emcee status? That your problem Tannis? A goddess a goddess a mission’s been accomplished got my eyes, got my heart, A goddess a goddess a mission’s been accomplished and I, fall in line, A goddess a goddess a mission’s been accomplished and I’m in the storm with my kite, A goddess a goddess a vision’s coming on us and I’m on the hook with my mind. With my mind. Well merry go blues we remain, we’re making our dues but our God forsakes, Like the country accompaniment from Fool Who Only Loves, when you’re loving the pain inside with self-heating gloves, Taking it stateside it’s gonna miss the northern lights, I release it and I never die to put upon it And all the self-inflicted punchlines of the day that passed like a wild receding arrow fired up into the trees And into the unseen space where no birds go, but those who follow the air flow. Vultures and howls and gulls and hawks and starlings and ciceries from other sides, Nature’s eyes, feathered on all sides on you, eyes right through, When even God and bird forsake, oh that’s the snake, that’s the truest hell, just want you out of the visual range Not even a target of range because the Devil don’t need your soul in winter on the banks of the still river, When all that was once more was ice covering the land of times before When the wind was a weight upon you, tumbling down those snowflakes, time believes me, But the whispers of ghosts deceive me, just like the echoes that we spoke, melting like the times before was nice, When all that was once more was ice, but we were both alright, god we were getting old, We’re not just getting colder just old, just right, when all that was once more was ice I turned the water in your hands, In those plans, we schemed, oh we weaved our way through, we’re so tired of feeling blue, but I’m feeling you, Let’s take a spin, so tired of it. The Devil don’t need your soul, but the great big dream I’ve seen it, It was a scene with us in it, A need to feed the need of deed conducting needs as a means, which we meant, to in-tune, if we spent None of coming downs, all of our Moon.
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The Commons 04:17
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The Commons Down at the waterhole an uneasy truce with the vipers and hippos, Generally they just want to be alone, generally they just want to be left alone, Data cables and calling card forms when all they want is a song to write words for, Generally just want to be alone, generally want to be alone, “Well you’re sloppy, Ed” he said, “you’re not gonna get a grant for that The public broadcast or drive to work pablum crap, never waste a nanohertz with that, But listen, you need a real publicist who’s still cordial with the Jian Ghomeshi set, Who currently pushes online untested acts younger than their own children they neglect. In fact, Their own flesh and blood, to see them, win affection for goodwill Generally too busy for that, too busy for that parenting trap. Those spawns, they gotta book a meeting, yeah that’s what they gotta do, Just otherwise they’d just never see you, That’s the sausage factory champ, who’ll get your music played on Q that connection. Maybe even get an interview. Generally they don’t to even talk to you, Generally they just have got themselves a job to do but no love, just beholden to the task, the hand given.” Up where the star charts go, the dimwit offspring of those who prefer to stay low, Only show face on a WikiLeaks page to recommend their inbred nephew for an internship. Sail away from out from underneath him to emulate the mothership, Perpetuating shareholders’ values for them. If you want some issues Try living up to the expectations of people born into these positions, Seeing all the main as profane, poor trust fund baby, pass me some tissues. Down at the trust fund dole where the inbred feeders of the elites go, Generally they just want to be alone, generally just want to be alone, Slap each other on their backs and faces, count the fingers after each shaky hand’s embraces, Generally they just want to be alone, Generally just want to be alone. Down at the waterhole where the family trust and the Dear John of estates go, Generally they just want to be left alone, generally counting favours and duties shown, Shown secret doors, with millions in options, but nothing’s changed for the commons, Still wasting our thumbs on smartphones, no clue where the other ends of their leashes go, Water’s all channelled into pipes and the hippos are in cages to cough in the night, Generally they just want to be alone, alone, alone.

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Crickets by Tigerbomb. Songs and Music by Hugh Allen and Emmet Rogan with vocals and additional music by Doc Pickles. Farmtasia images by Melissa Goldstein. Dedicated to Dallas Good.

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released February 21, 2022

Crickets by Tigerbomb. Songs and Music by Hugh Allen and Emmet Rogan with vocals and additional music by Doc Pickles. Farmtasia images by Melissa Goldstein. Dedicated to Dallas Good.

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