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Here’s to the state of Mary Fallin
For trapped within her borders, there’s no room to discuss
The lies pouring from the mouths of those you’re supposed to trust
With zombie caged conformity and ignorant blood-lust
Yes, there’s no point in denying the machine is made of rust
Whoooaooo, here’s to the land, you’ve torn out the heart of
Mary Fallin, find yourself another country to be part of
Here’s to the government of Mary Fallin
With twisted, giant smiles, they strangle every star
Say anything you please, just don’t take it too far
Legislators stand for masters and the Governor’s a czar
It kind of makes you wonder just how free you are
Oh, here’s to the land, you’ve torn out the heart of
Mary Fallin, find yourself another country to be part of
And here’s to the false prophets of Mary Fallin
They’re really very friendly; they’ll surely help you out
As long’s you’re not gay and your Christianity’s devout
They’re generous with judgments they gladly, loudly spout
But if you don’t like the status quo, why don’t you just get out?
Oh, here’s to the land, you’ve torn out the heart of
Mary Fallin, find yourself another country to be part of
And here’s to the laws of Mary Fallin
Where Authority is sacred, there’re never enough rules
There are those who disagree, but the Bible says they’re fools
“There’s only one correct way and we teach it in the schools”
Too bad the prisons and police merely serve as tools
Oh, here’s to the land, you’ve torn out the heart of
Mary Fallin, find yourself another country to be part of
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"Crucify Me"
04:06
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Oh I’m off to cut the roses
Then I’ll weave a crown of thorns
Oh I’m off to cut the roses
Then I’ll weave a crown of thorns
There’s a stake to be ignited
And a body to be torn
Oh I’m off to set a-sailing
Oh so far away from here
Oh I’m off to set a-sailing
Oh so far away from here
I may get lost at sea but
It’d be better than lost here
Oh the sails are open blowing
The sails are surely free
Oh the sails are open blowing
The sails are surely free
The wind fills them with glory
How I wish those sails were me
Oh if ever I am tempted
To flee into fangs of fame
Oh if ever I am tempted
To flee into fangs of fame
I just stare into a bottle
And try to forget my own name
Oh Fortuna is a-calling
You can surely hear her cry
Oh Fortuna is a-calling
You can surely hear her cry
I may not run to meet her
But then again I might
I said, I may not run to meet her
But then again I might
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"C'est la Vie"
02:30
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When I found innocence
in a sense
I drowned.
We both fell
down the drain,
my only hope
went up in smoke
And you can’t hear
what I won’t say
the brightest noise
the dullest pain
And you can’t fix
what you can’t see
no other left
C’est la vie.
But you might find yourself a-wishin’
that you hadn’t slammed that door
shadows only like to follow
Lay back and open up your sorrow
spill a spring upon my floor
tears begin to fall and fall and fall
And we won’t hear
and they won’t say
the brightest noise
the dullest pain
And we won’t fix
what we can’t see
no others left, c’est la vie
And we won’t hear
and they won’t say
the brightest noise
the dullest pain
And we won’t fix
what we can’t see
no others left, c’est la vie
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4. |
"Broken Bell Jars"
03:07
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Don’t be afraid
Face the day
A bitter taste
Wastes you and I
Under a sky
So sweet and sick
There’s no tomorrow
Nor yesterday
Regret or sorrow
That fills your mouth so thick
So you may run laugh and play
With all worries faded away
No horizon and no regrets
So tell me,
Have we made it yet?
You may find your eyes
Begin to rise
You may kiss benighted sight goodbye
And you may run laugh and play
With all worries faded away
No horizon and no regrets
So tell me,
Have we made it yet?
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"Talkin' Colorado Blues"
02:28
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"Volk Punk"
02:00
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[Verse 1]: Well, you’re transparent as a spook in faded sheets
You criticize yet you’re some kind of NEET
No dun-colored hair to spare, you’re no Aryan horde
It’s more than clear just who you are (no G to G7)
[Verse 2]: (quiet, muted strumming)
And no ghost robes can hide your face
While you try to decimate the human race
It’s your race to lose and it’s you who’ve got to choose
Or we may wind up in that concentrated place (G to G7)
[Verse 3]: No snowflake in an avalanche feels responsible
But dutiful we surely all are
George Soros funded this track
While I play dressed in black
Yet you continue to say shit that’s quite wack
[Harmonica solo]
[Verse 4]: So go back to Russia
Back to Germany too
In this battle of wits, it’s you who’s bound to lose
We anarchists have got quite a short fuse
So keep on kvetching the blues
[Bridge]:
[Harmonica Solo]
[Verse 5]:
Love it is wisdom
And hate’s not the same (start strumming louder here)
TO feel full of love one must possess a brain!
But please keep on preaching
Please keep tilting on
Until the day that you are all gone
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"I Shall Be a Libertine"
03:47
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"Hemp Aid"
04:05
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"Goth Country"
02:30
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Chance Siribandan Tulsa, Oklahoma
Chance Siribandan performs soulful songs. Beneath the veneer of rock and roll, he weaves in an eclectic fusion of folk, jazz, and blues. Fronted by a dynamic singer and backed by songs rooted in sincerity, he forges a personal connection with audiences based on reverence for the spiritual POWER of art. ... more
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