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Chthonic
04:15
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Chthonic
c. '20 Vlayman
I hear ya screamin
deep down and low
I feel yer need to ride to Mexico
I see ya sweatin'
out yer meds and yo' booze
Sometimes, I feel that way, too
You could be right
You could be right onnit
These dudes is inevitably pathetic
See that girl?
right over there
She can't stop chewin' on her tongue and hair
And see that dude
with the big shitty smile
he ain' blinked inna good long while
You could be right
You could be right onnit
These dudes is indisputibly chthonic
Everyone I know
they feelin' the pain
at least them what got some semblance of a brain
And I see 'em all sweatin'
out the drugs and booze
I see you doin' it, too-oo-oo
You could be right
You could be right onnit
These dudes is inevitably pathetic
You could be right
You could be right onnit
These dudes is indisputibly chthonic
You could be right
You could be right onnit
These dudes is undeniably chthonic
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2. |
Love Song
03:25
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Love Song (for Oor Willie)
c. '20 Vlayman
My buddy asked me to write a love song
That just felt wrong
Yeah it felt wrong
It's something I ain't done in far too long
Is write a love song
And whenever I write someone a love song
It just feels wrong
Yeah it feels wrong
By the time I do she's always gone
when I write a love song
But my mate asked me to write a love song
and tho' it felt wrong
It really felt wrong
It's just because I ain' writ one in so long
I ain't writ no love song
Bridge:
So girl if ya hear this here little ditty
Please have some pity
And I ain't misin' how ya kiss
That ain' what I miss
But I miss yer titties
My buddy asked me to write a love song
Like she's Erica Jong? Wearin' Vera Wong?
More like King Kong
No matter what's her name
It always ends the same
All I do is get me a broken heart
She always tears it apart
It always goes wrong
before too long
Is why I ain't write a love song
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3. |
Balls
04:49
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Balls
c. '20 Vlayman
So he ain't really a incel, no
He's been divorced a lot
he finds him a woman and
gives it a shot
But it never lasts, no
it always becomes no fun
So he goes back to his pals online
His drinkin' and his guns
CH:
So he gets up just to shit post
cuz it don't mean a thing (don' mean a thing)
and when he shoots hisself in the balls
they go and make him king
Well he's got some rifles
keeps 'em in pretty cool cases
but he don't respect the law, no
not social distance or safe spaces
and he gets up in the mawnin' to shit post
cuz it don't mean a thing (don' mean a thing)
and when he shoots hisself in the balls
they go and make him king
SOLO
Sees himself as a lowrider
Tho' he wants to be only white
He hates everyone brown, you know
Gives him reason to talk about fightin' all night
(fightin' for the right))
But he ain' really all that brave
And he ain' ainy kinda good company
without a gun he won't stand his ground, no
and he's afraid of you and me
So he gets up just to shit post
cuz it don't mean a thing (don' mean a thing)
and when he shoots hisself in the balls
they go and make him king
and he gets up in the mawnin' to shit post
cuz it don't mean a thing (don' mean a thing)
and when he shoots hisself in the balls
they go and make him king
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4. |
Behind Every Door
05:06
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Behind Every Door
c. '20 music: Silversmith; lyrics: Vlayman
He ain't the man for the job, no
He never had it within him
He'd rather spend his time riling up a mob, yo
He seems to think the job's beneath him
CH:
Man, you know it's true, it's true
Nothin' like it's ever been seen before
Man, you know it's true, it's true
There's dynamite behind every door
He ain't the daddy a little girl needs to know
He ain't the daddy a little boy would ever choose
He runs through wives like he bankrupts casinos
He's the house and we're all guaranteed to lose
CH 2x
Bridge
He ain' someone you oughta trust, no
He don't understand responsibility
Whatever he touches goes to rust, goes bust
He won't accept accountability
CH 3x
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5. |
Bagman
04:54
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Bagman
c. '20 Vlayman
I wanna send you a message
I'd do it by the US mail
Send you a package
But we know what that entails
Can't depend on it arrivin
in any kinda good time
Can't depend on it survivin'
To the end of the line
And you, You ain't our friend
You ain't our friend
You ain't our friend
yer just a bagman
We wanna see the workers
get their fair share of pay
We wanna see 'em get the overtime
when they exceed their scheduled day
we want 'em to work as they need to work
to get the job that they got done
we wanna make you bleed
for the crap you done
And you, You ain't our friend
You ain't our friend
You ain't our friend
yer just a bagman
and alla them macheens you broke
and the boxes you pulled out
remind us of how bad you began
yer daddy shoulda pulled out
yer boss is likely worse than you
because he's on the top
but you'll keep gettin' worse, I'm sure
if you don't get stopped
And you, You ain't our friend
You ain't our friend
You ain't our friend
yer just a bagman
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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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Las Lagrimas
by The Hungry Drunx
I'm onnit, too.
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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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