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I have a hunch, and it reminds me of November the eighth
I think I felt it on my birthday, in the middle of May
Can someone please be straight, what does this mean, and what is at stake?
Kids, pack your bags
Let's salute another flag
We've seen these signs for years, but only now are shocked and disturbed
The fox and peacock flock the sheep, and have divided the herd
Since when have shepherds been so 'fair and balanced' when bending words?
We've spent our years
Being poisoned by our fears
So now, who’s come to kill us from the cave?
We use our claws to dig our grave
Just think of all the money saved
That's it! Hey King, we're on our way
We've tried to mend these wounds, but they've become infected and worse
And now, they’re hunting witches in a frenzy to get rid of the curse
And still we bleed red, white, and blue for them to fatten their purse
That's just alright
We'll survive another night
He doesn't care enough to stop a force he does not condone
She lacks the confidence to stand up tall and put down her phone
I'm trying to stay calm, I'll take another shot to the dome
Yeah, I feel great
Another wall without a gate
This quicksand has us all here stuck
There's battle flags on every truck
Our King just doesn't give a fuck
That's it! Hey King, you're out of luck
Do you drink potions any time a foe approaches your throne?
You seem so shifty, like a sickly businessman on blow
As if your office is the green room for reality shows
But I smell treason
Ooh, buddy, you won’t get no second season
Your eyes are squinted, and your skin's a shade of cream tangerine
You get your way by citing fallacies and making a scene
Are you so different from a bully child, spoiled and mean?
Let's ask the crowd
Can you hear our voices now?
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genesis and beyond
04:24
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Sweet song in the afternoon,
Your face is all red,
As I’m singin the blues.
Soft spoken lullaby,
Bow down your head,
No need to cry.
Long days in the summertime,
Blend with maple leaves,
Shrubbery and pine.
Scent all over myself,
The smell of Old Spice,
All true men say hi.
Even though the air is dry,
Chameleonize with me,
And every distant memory,
Arise slow and sure with scenery,
So pick a passage and read to me,
Genesis and beyond,
Stars streaming and screaming no,
Get the gist of our close bond.
Read or Write,
Your own lines.
Commit to memory or lose sight,
Go blind.
Eyes wide open dilate with love,
Or THC fittin like an old glove.
Wool and cotton with consistency,
You beg and plead,
Oh who will lead,
This generation we find ourselves in,
Millennials or bust,
Stock full kitchen to feed.
Even though the air is dry,
Chameleonize with me,
And every distant memory,
Arise slow and sure with scenery,
So pick a passage and read to me,
Genesis and beyond,
Stars streaming and screaming no,
Get the gist of our close bond.
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Bachman's Dock Disks
00:47
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Look, my name is Don Bachman. I'm gonna make this quick. If you want your dock and your boat to be covered with these disgusting, putrid, sharp-ass invasive pests, be my guest. Turn the channel now for all I care. If you wanna keep the Zebra Mussels away from you and your precious aquatic equipment, come on over to Bachman's Dock Disks. Are you writing this down? It's a store over on East and Alexander, based off of my name. Take out your little palm pilots or pocket computers or whatever and tell it to bring up a map, it's not rocket science. I sell dock disks, and they're good. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. Alright, that's it. You're welcome. Alright, cut, cut it. That's the one.
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Ode to the Lost Ones
05:04
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Something changes in an instant, but you won't know until you're older
Days and nights have flown by fast, stay with me now my sky-bound feather
I dream of you all cloaked in heather,
Down on this earth condemned it feels like forever,
Follow down my lonesome path,
No need to cut through your own,
severed tether
As you go down my old path knowing I can't follow,
Twist and turn before the scent goes cold,
Twenty on the table let's make a bet, that by night time I'll buy a dub to forget
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GENESIS & BEYOND
03:46
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Sweet song in the afternoon,
Your face is all red,
As I’m singin the blues.
Soft spoken lullaby,
Bow down your head,
No need to cry.
Long days in the summertime,
Blend with maple leaves,
Shrubbery and pine.
Scent all over myself,
The smell of Old Spice,
All true men say hi.
Even though the air is dry,
Chameleonize with me,
And every distant memory,
Arise slow and sure with scenery,
So pick a passage and read to me,
Genesis and beyond,
Stars streaming and screaming no,
Get the gist of our close bond.
Read or Write,
Your own lines.
Commit to memory or lose sight,
Go blind.
Eyes wide open dilate with love,
Or THC fittin like an old glove.
Wool and cotton with consistency,
You beg and plead,
Oh who will lead,
This generation we find ourselves in,
Millennials or bust,
Stock full kitchen to feed.
Even though the air is dry,
Chameleonize with me,
And every distant memory,
Arise slow and sure with scenery,
So pick a passage and read to me,
Genesis and beyond,
Stars streaming and screaming no,
Get the gist of our close bond.
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Sammy, Are You In There?
05:54
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Well, hey there Sammy, you look like hell
Did you run outta guns and dreams to sell?
Well, that's alright, 'cuz your schemin' is through
You're giving pills to teens, but you won't sell weed
You keep on yappin' while the world keeps laughing at you
So, what's an uncle to do?
Now I hate to appear faithless,
but I can't keep waiting ages
The world is changing paces,
Will you show up at the races?
Cuz, it's a new year, new me
New opportunities to compare
Now there's a crowd outside of the House screamin' "Where's my healthcare?"
Sammy, are you in there?
Now you’ve Saigon and done it all again
20 years in the mountains, looking for a plan
So why'd you bug out and leave your cash/cache in Kabul?
Always hand-over-heart for the Pledge at school
They told me that's what a good little nephew's to do
Some of the teachers that taught me, they weren’t so cool
Well, it’s a new year, new me
New ideologies to lay bare
And there’s a march at a fever pitch rising in the town square
Sammy, are you in there?
Think twice, Sam
Listen to my advice
Think of Columbia,
Beautiful wife
In the old days, you were generous and warm
Feeding the masses through our land that was torn
You were our golden boy, there's still hope in that image
You could realise those ideals if your heart is still in it
Oh Sammy, tell me
Can you give me any sign you still care?
I would love to believe you do, but you just don't seem fair
Well, it's a new year, new me
Face the same shady entities and affairs
No, we won't be fooled again by that pointed death stare
Sammy, are you in there?
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Nerds in Denial Rochester, New York
Nerds in Denial is an indie rock group founded in 2011 from Rochester, New York. It consists of members Dashuan Burrows, Richie Cardiel, Tim Coon, Benjamin Hare and Devin Johnston.
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