1. |
Nuance
03:40
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Nuance
c. '20 Vlayman
You say outrageous things
then try and defend 'em
They're just a jokes you say
But you never end them
Babies in cages is
they way you wanna go
we see it all,
we know you know
It's aiight, we can do this dance
I got yer nuance
You got these women, speaking for you
who really knows why it is they do what they do
And you're surrounded
by hypocrites
And they don't care a'bout you
bein' full of shit
It's aiight, we can do this dance
I got yer nuance
You got yer right hand man
all loyal and true
You'll change him out
In a day or a week or two
It's no surprise,
it's what you always do
there's no surprises left
That could come from you
It's aiight, we can do this dance
I got yer nuance
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2. |
Go Fast & Shoot Stuff
04:44
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Go Fast & Shoot Stuff
(sompin' Marc Wiley said)
c. '20 Vlayman
Daddy never made him much money
What he did he put into his arm
Momma collected her a government check
Worked out onna pig farm
And little bro' and me we never did see
what was so good about this life
Never enuff to eat, and no townie friends
Big sister on the pipe
Growin' up in KFC country
Was all kinds of ruff
You hadda choice, two things to do
"Go fast and shoot stuff."
My Army pal he was from the middle
Could do detasslin' and knowed how to whittle
When me and my bro took college boys on
We knew he'd be down
Growin' up in flyover country
Was all kinds of ruff
You hadda a choice, two things to do
"Go fast and shoot stuff."
We all had big trucks and a buncha long guns
plate vests to Be Best, lookin' for our fun
Mebbe shoot a protester if we could find one
Alone in the back, just there standin'
Growin' up in nostalgia country
Was all kinds of ruff
You hadda a choice, two things to do
"Go fast and shoot stuff."
we always liked guns
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3. |
Eschaton
04:53
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Eschaton
c. '20 Vlayman
V
Hey, hey, baby what was you looking for
My, my, momma when you opened up that door
did you realize they really ain't yer friends
Do you see it now, near the end?
CH1:
Gotta ask ya, baby what did you expect?
A pat on the back, or a knee on yer neck?
You cast yer vote, believed he was yer friend
didn't wanna see he'd fuck you in the end
CH2:
And it's comin on, comin' on, comin' on
And it's comin on, comin' on, comin' on
Eschaton
V
Simply put, people, some of 'em have goals
Some of 'em do it for the money, some have heads with holes
You mebbe got one chance, get you a real friend
Cuz some of 'em want to bring about the end
CH1:
Gotta ask ya, buddy, what did you expect?
A pat on the back, or a knee on yer neck?
You cast yer vote, believed he was yer friend
didn't wanna see he'd fuck you in the end
CH2:
And it's comin on, comin' on, comin' on
And it's comin on, comin' on, comin' on
Eschaton
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4. |
Sundown Town
04:09
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Sundown Town
c. '20 Vlayman
2
"They come to preach the bible
which could be a good thing
But we can't imagine 'em sitting in Church
the love of what they sing
They ain' look like me, talk like me,
They don't know my truth,
The lies my life is built up on
the shit floor and phony roof"
CH: You can guess what's goin' on
In a sundown town
2
Was a time in the deep south,
and mebbe still there and in parts of Texas
local boys there, ain't got a care
tell ya how to drag 'em
They wanna be the ones, keep their town
what they call clean and pure
Ain' no love among 'em
Ain't no hope and ain' no cure
CH: You can guess what's goin' on
In a sundown town 2x
4
Mebbe educatin' could help 'em
But it's been so many years
they ain' got no empathy or kindness
Just ignorance and fear
CH: You can guess what's goin' on
In a sundown town 4x
Outtro: D
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5. |
Couldn't Be Better
03:33
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Couldn't Be better
c. '20 Vlayman
Head
When we take in to account your history
We see you only ever been about, "me-me-me"
It's all about you, it's true
ya couldn't have been better
And lookin' back, we see a wanna-be fat cat
Lie, cheat and steal
A poser, never real
ya couldn't have been better
CH: It's obvious, ya couldn't have been better
from the beginning, you were never able
It's obvious, ya couldn't have been better
In the end, you were never capable
Head 2x
And to consider, the funky-funny hair
The lifts in your shoes and
ass hangin' out to there
ya couldn't have been better
And all times daddy paid for you
The crooked lines you walked
And the women you abused
ya couldn't have been better
CH: It's obvious, ya couldn't have been better
from the beginning, you were never able
It's obvious, ya couldn't have been better
In the end, you were never capable
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It's obvious, ya couldn't have been better
It's obvious yer not able
It's obvious, ya couldn't have been better
It's obvious, you were never capable
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Vlayman Chicago, Illinois
Fat, bald and old - could I be anymo' rock-n-roll?
I play guitar, bass, some keys and percussion, and I try to
vocalize. I write and record, and I do so obsessively. Also, I like martoonies, a lot, and I raise my kids, whom I also like, a lot.
Look for me at the TapeOp and TalkBass forums, where I'm vvv, or in various bars in the Loop.
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