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Momentum
06:33
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I've gotten bored
Of taking no steps at a time
Envisioning plans to shake things up
Adjusting my personal paradigm
Thinking things through
Cruising my way down 84
Bidding adieu
To all the routines I held before
Momentum
Propels me forward
Momentum
It takes ahold of
And when I've lost all my breath
It's retrieved by the wind
When I've lost all my breath
The Sky refills my lungs
Keeping my pace
Aim to climb steady as the clock
Pressing ahead
Even examined how I walk
Taking a hit
Trying my best to suppress a cough
Looking around
Noticing what’s been on and off
Isn't it all superfluous?
Building our egos brick by brick
Echoing through the cosmos
Grooving along till something sticks
Momentum
Propels me forward
Momentum
It takes ahold of
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2. |
Gamma Marauder
04:01
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Riding through the sand dunes
Guided by the six moons
Killed twenty men just to feel alive
Venom of the mountain
Poison like a fountain
Intoxicating smoke sates his hungry lungs
Gave no quarter since he's begun
Hot on the trail of the Bloodless One
How will he know if he’s ever done?
Conquest on horizon
Dawn begins arising
Shrouded by the rays of collapsing suns
Showdown at the Blood Gate
Sunset painted red hate
Can’t hear nothing but the crack of my gun
Gave no quarter since he's begun
Hot on the trail of the Bloodless One
How will he know if he’s ever done?
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3. |
Timecard Blues
06:49
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Punching the timecard to sell off my life
Yeah, sure on paper I'm doing just fine
I'm rotting at my desk, and I'm stewing in piss
I guess my ethics and values are all up for purchase
Time flies on by and we’re just living to die
Selling our souls from 9 to 5
Give it to the man to stay alive
I don’t think I can take much more of this routine
Every single in minute in this corporate hell makes me wanna scream
Everyday!
I embolden the people I hate
And this onslaught of nausea keeps escalating
Taking each paycheck to bribe off my conscience
So I can still fall asleep
I'm out of time
And they're buying all of mine
Time
And they've bought all of mine
Lay me in a grave with my retirement funds
When I die young
‘Cause I ain’t making it to the end of the clock today
I’m so numb lying here under your thumb
Pressing me down on through the ground
Breaking my bones and my brain
Punching the timecard, and it punches back
An abusive relationship, I'm quick to crawl back
On my knees - I am crippled, paralyzed
Why did I think wealth might stabilize
My mood and my thoughts, my heart and my head
This is a mortuary - I am dead
Everyday!
I embolden the people I hate
And this onslaught of nausea keeps escalating
Taking each paycheck to bribe off my conscience
So I can still fall asleep
I'm out of time
And they're buying all of mine
Time
And they've bought all of mine!
Longing for my emancipation
Longing for lunar trepidation
Longing for capital cessation
Longing for second sabbath morning
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4. |
Good Old Cain
03:57
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Don't ya know
You gotta lay 'em down low
Bury them deep before they rise
Spread salt on their graves
Spit on their rottin' bones
Before they see the morning light
Listen here folks, let me tell you a story
'Bout a country kid from way out west
He was farming dreams of building a city
He was thinking way ahead of the rest
He saw through all the myths and legends
And he knew he could be a king
So he got up and left his family
And now he's doing his own thing
Talking 'bout Cain
Good ol' Cain
Pride of our town
Talking 'bout Cain
Good ol' Cain
And he's knocking them down
But isn't it true that you killed your own brother
Broke the heart of your own mother
And your father back home
And now you're all on your own
And you're running from the law
Stealing bread just to get on by
Isn't that true?
'Cause that's what I heard
Now let's not go on digging the past up
We've got better things to discuss
We're building a city for the ages
And the motto reads, "In Man We Trust"
Talking 'bout Cain
Good ol' Cain
Pride of our town
Talking 'bout Cain
Good ol' Cain
And he's knocking them down
Talking 'bout Cain
Good ol' Cain
Pride of our town
Talking 'bout Cain
Killer Cain
And he's knocking them down
Talking 'bout Cain
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5. |
Rune of the Bison God
08:26
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Ride atop Camel’s back
Spears tipped with a poison black
Sacrament of the Bison God
A revelry in the land of Yob
CROSSING THE VELVET SANDS
Bison’s runes bless Huntsman’s eyes
Any beast before them dies
Light ablaze the sacred torch
Begin the hunt for the Manticore
CROSSING THE VELVET SANDS
Ride atop Camel’s back
Spears pierce the monster’s back
Manticore blood seals ancient rite
Priests chant hymns at twilight
CROSSING THE VELVET SANDS
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6. |
My Good Pal
07:35
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He lifts me up when I've fallen down
And finds his way into my sounds
I never have to fight for his attention
I know that he's always around
I know that he’s always around
He's got a place down at the lake
I heard it's hot and filled with snakes
He fills my head with his extensive knowledge
Some say he got it from a tree
Hell, that's good enough for me
My buddy Satan’s got my back
Yes he does
My good friend Satan knows what’s up
My buddy Satan’s got my back
Yes he does
He likes to get me real fucked up
When I'm feeling disillusioned
Simple sin is the solution
Load up a bowl up to clear my head
Shake off that existential dread
Shake off that existential dread
He feeds me truths to fuel my hate
Like what is real and who is fake
He never judges me for my transgressions
His empathy just seems innate
And through our vice we can relate
My buddy Satan’s got my back
Yes he does
My good friend Satan knows what’s up
My buddy Satan’s got my back
Yes he does
He likes to get me real fucked up
My buddy Satan’s got my back
Yes he does
He slips things right into my drink
My buddy Satan fucks me up with all the drugs
My brain's so wrecked that I can't think
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7. |
Nautiloid
09:06
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Flaming squid swims across the night sky
Burning tentacles appear before our eyes
Savages praise the fiery faceless one
Oracles scream and shriek that all is done
Cosmic ink blackens the atmosphere
Spiral head crashes through oceans near
Earth torn asunder by ten arms of infernal fury
The primal leviathan is earth’s final jury
Whole Cities drown in
the flames
of it’s tentacles
Humanity
damned by
eldritch holocaust
Sole survivor
A boy with Gamma pentacle
He will drift away in space,
He will be forever lost
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8. |
Tuxedo
10:00
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Different patterns of the same ol' black and white
Forever feuding in the peripheral
Phantom figures fade into the night
No, I can't seem to coax them out
A burning ember melts the storms inside our mind
Their glowing eyes set us at ease
Turbulent dance fueled by envy, never witnessed this side of them before
It's gentle now, just wait till the claws come out
Will we ever get to sleep in?
They would eat us if they could
Driving me right off the deep end
Yeah, they would eat us if they could
The distant whisper of plastic, a flurry of footsteps
Hypnotized by my actions, All the power is kept
Maybe I might relent and dispense a little affection
Is this the reason that I hold your trust?
I feel your touch on my leg, a velveteen plea for attention
Your love's so warm, I might combust
Will I ever get to sleep in?
They would eat us if they could
Driving me right off the deep end
Yeah, they would eat us if they could
I can’t seem to ever hold your interest
I can’t seem to ever scratch the itch...enough
I can’t seem to ever hold your interest
It’s funny that you like to think you’re tough
Will we ever get to sleep in?
I know I haven’t got much rest these days
They would eat us if they could
And I’d eat them too if it came to it
Driving me right off the deep end
I’m coming closer and closer and
Will we ever get to sleep in?
They would eat us if they could
Driving me right off the deep end
Yeah, they would eat us if they could
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9. |
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I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
Pirates got scurvy!
Pirates got scurvy!
Pirates got scurvy!
Pirates got scurvy!
It’s inside of their dicks
It’s inside of their dicks
It’s inside of their dicks
It’s inside of their dicks
The scurvy's inside of their dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
I’m suckin all the fuckin pirate dicks
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Atomic Momma Portland, Oregon
Atomic Momma is a psychedelic rock group that draws influence from all generations of psych music, stoner doom metal, jazz,
and more.
Bash - keys/sax/vox
Bobby - Drums
Dave - Bass
Jam - Percussion
Mo - Guitar
Ro - Guitar/vox
... more
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