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Crimin'
04:21
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Crimin'
c. '20 Vlayman
a man of your stature ain' as big as he'd wish
Girdles and suspenders and ridiculous shoe lifts
Made in China ties down to yer tiny dick
A predilection for prostitutes
a man of your frontin' ain' as rich as he'd wish
Glad handers and back handers and livin' on the edge of the ditch
Foreign puppet-masters whose arses you gottta lick
A predilection toward bein' dissolute
You ain't the genius that you claim to be
You just can't help but be lyin'
you ain't nothin' that you claim to be
As you keep on crimin'
A man of yer reputation ain' thought of as you'd wish
All yer boys a pitiful joke and each woman a phony bitch
Ego strokin' and abusin' others the way you scratch yer itch
Adderall and misplaced catcalls the way you scratch yer itch
You ain't the genius that you claim to be
You just can't help but be lyin'
you ain't nothin' that you claim to be
As you keep on crimin'
I ain't the writer that I wanted to be
I just can't help it about my rhyming
But you ain't nothin' that you claim to be
As you keep on crimin'
You ain't the genius that you claim to be
You just can't help but be lyin'
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Laundry
04:20
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Laundry
c. '20 Vlayman
Ain't nothin' bout you at all is nice
Ain't nothin' bout you at all is clean
the money you steal, and what yer paid for
Ya run it all thru yer laundry
Yer family is such a joke
What? we ain't supposed to talk about family?
some others is bad but yers is far worse than most
helpin' you run it all thru yer laundry
Bridge:
And you lie about it
We know you lie about it
And when you lose it all
We know you'll cry about it
Overseas money and government loans
With held taxes pose a quandry
Tacky hotels and over-priced homes
Ya run it all thru yer laundry
Bridge:
And you lie about it
We know you lie about it
And when you lose it all
We know you'll cry about it
Ya run it all thru yer laundry
Ya run it all thru yer laundry
Ya run it all thru yer laundry
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Incel
04:45
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Incel
c. '20 Vlayman
Oh, my cherie amor
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
Oh, my belle
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
Oh, my American girl
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
CH: (1/2 time)
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
Oh, my euro trash
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
Oh, Iggy's China girl
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
CH (out)
I live here in hell
I'm an incel
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What's a Dog to Do
05:17
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What's a Dog to Do
c. '20 Vlayman
Somethings you say can contemporaneously
I say everything extemporaneously
I can't study
I just make it up as I go along
Goin' on far too long
I'm just like you
I don't know what to do
I make it up
Somethings you do with contempt
I get away with it because I'm exempt
I'm the president
Altho' some of all y'all will only admit that I'm the resident
I don't know what to do
I'm just like you
We don't know what the fuck to do
Make it up
I truy to do everything manfully
but it all comes off so painfully
Painfully
for them and for you
and for me
I'm full of contempt
I realy got no self respect
I act like I'm exempt
But I really got no respect for you, me, the country
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Ghost Guns
03:54
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Ghost Guns
c. '20 Vlayman
Oh man, it's somethin' gonna haunt you
It's a travesty, a tragedy, gonna linger
No matter who it was that taunts you
don't mean you gotta pull that trigger
It's something out a comic book
One with a cover soaked in blood
No, it ain't no kinda good look
leavin' them stains on the rug
CH: Oh, it ain't encumbered with no numbers
The cheap prices keep it fun
No, it ain't encumbered with no numbers
The cheap prices keep it fun
Cracks like thunder comin' up from hell
And smells like sulfur burning wild
Goes through flesh and wood and cold hard metal
Cars and houses and a little child
It's somethin' outta revenge porn flick
Blowing down a twice-locked door
It's somethin' made for the dumb and sick
And it's something made for war
It ain't encumbered with no numbers
The cheap prices keep it fun
Talkin' ghost guns
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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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Vlayman recommends:
Great compilation of mostly Aussie artists (I think); I'm onnit as Vlayman, The Friday Project or The Hungry Drunx after January, '09.
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Las Lagrimas
by The Hungry Drunx
I'm onnit, too.
go to albumIf you like C19 XV (a e.p.), you may also like:
The Rhythm of the City
by John Paul Keith
Classic roots rock with Memphis grit and swagger from singer-songwriter John Paul Keith, on Wild Honey Records.
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I Want The Door To Open
by Lala Lala
On her latest record, Lillie West considers the way the self is constructed.
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Impossible Colors Club: Collages "Secret Oath" b/w Red's Garden "Incommunicado"
by Impossible Colors
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 12, 2016
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In the aftermath of the 2014 breakup of his much-loved Smith Westerns band, Omori readies a slick debut solo LP for the mighty Sub Pop.
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