Contains an excerpt from "Failure", Cheer-Accident, from Enduring the American Dream, 1996, Pravda Records. Used with artist permission.
lyrics
Sugar weeds in the sugary fields left me riding my awkward body
On awkward legs as the flies lay their eggs in the garbage can in the lobby
So shoot to thrill, it's your license to kill, if only projected in VGA raster
My skills are honed from the days spent alone, too slick for novice, too pathetic for master
Walls of Crizals line the halls as they catch the sunlight off the snow
Dad paws through a magazine as we ask each other where we want to go
I made a promise to myself I couldn't keep
When the waking life felt more and more like sleep
Every atrocity another jumping sheep
To count and keep a tally of as last minutes trickled by
A harmless opportunity to weigh a sinking eye
Returning to a land where sheep can talk like you and I
But until one of them speaks to you, why cry?
Sugar spills as the waitress refills yet another enormous soda
The children buy, and the dealers reply, giving tap shoes to little Rhoda
And dance she will, it's her license to kill, if only projected in fourth quarter earnings
Teachers agree, it's the best it can be, everyone behaving and nobody learning
I don't ask for a lot, I just ask for what got me through the storm
Strike out from the center and you'll always be looking for things to keep you warm
And in times of cold the hottest fire will do
never mind if it burns on through
A tableau of war raging over the surface of bodies dreaming of death
Impotent bodies fucking energy projected onto a screen of flesh
The outline breaks from the contours as it forms an abysmal downward spiral
The destiny of bodies fall as everything unravels
Sugar hell cast a terrible spell, and I think I'm beyond salvation
The extra rush of the feeling is such one forgets about moderation
Run up the bill, it's your license to kill yourself and project it to all those around you
Your fortune falls where you draw the walls between yourself and what you'll ever amount to.
credits
from Apostasy (י),
released November 14, 2012
(Music by M. Shuwall & T. Jones, Lyrics by M. Shuwall & Scott Rutledge)
Sounds like a great soundtrack for an America as crusty as the tiles on their album cover. Lush instrumentation, pulls you in hypnotically. Magilla Shuwall
My good friend Keith produced and engineered this one. Sounds like you're right there in the room headbanging along. Drives heavy and keeps it interesting. Magilla Shuwall
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