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An Opening
01:06
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Black Pneumonia
01:36
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Black pneumonia, pneumonia
Mother soothes our soul.
Our colors stained in black
The sky is snowing dark charcoal.
Black pneumonia, pneumonia
We live under the trees
To hide us from the snow, although
It's getting hard to breathe
The cats have stopped meowing
And the foxes never sneak
The birds finished their songs
And all the dogs fallen asleep
The forest stays together
And our spirits will be kept.
But it's difficult when children ask
Why winter never left.
Black pneumonia, pneumonia
Mother soothes our soul
The forest stays together
Even when the sky gets dull
We'll all stay together
And drift away in bed
Together We'll forget the reason
Winter never left.
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3. |
Chowchilla Song
01:41
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Don't move to Chowchilla
Yeah, It's not where you wanna be
You're kids'll start smoking crystal meth
And the cops might touch your teens
Don't move to Chowchilla
Yeah, this town's slashed down its seams
The only thing saggier than these eyes
Is everyone's fucking jeans
You say this place just smells like piss
I say "smells like home sweet home"
Nothing makes me happier
Than a kids mouth filled with foam
Walking down Robertson is like
Playing real life laser tag
The kids all wanna leave and when they
Do they're not coming back
Don't move to Chowchilla
Don't even visit or say hi
You can try to hop a train but even they don't wanna stop by
Don't move to Chowchilla
Unless you want pink eye
Don't even step foot or else you might get a UTI
You say this place just smells like piss
I say "smells like home sweet home"
Nothing makes me happier
Than a kids mouth filled with foam
Walking down Robertson is like
Playing real life laser tag
The kids all wanna leave and when they
Do they're not coming back
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4. |
No One Else's
02:34
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Do you remember the rain and wet concrete?
We sat there together. A moment in time we shared.
That was ours. No one else's.
It's a shame they tore that place down.
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5. |
Rabbit 1
01:12
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I discovered you.
You're so small.
Like a scented...
You're not what i expected, but you're what i needed.
I know...
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6. |
Rabbit 2
01:00
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I discovered you.
You're so small.
Like a scented...
You're not what i expected, but you're what i needed.
I know...
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We are the trash gods! (Tree hogs!)
We’ll walk all day like fucking dogs
We are the trash gods! (Tree hogs!)
We’ll climb up every fucking log
We’ll live in the trees
the whole wide world will leave us be
Cause they’ll never see
How it feels to be home free
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8. |
The Children
02:33
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She's scared
and her friends, they want out.
Living but not, they hate this.
You know, I would die if it meant you're okay.
I hope you know that...
I hope you remember that...
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9. |
Toxic
01:32
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10. |
We Are the Kingdom
02:02
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Taken from our families
Or born in captivity
Life in prison, no felonies
Our life's a crime against humanity
Are we entertainment?
Tied to your pavement?
You stare through our windows
We glare in disappointment
We need no leaders
No finders keepers
No masters or breeders
Or your misdemeanors
We are the kingdom
We deserve freedom
We are the wolves
And you'll hear us sing
We are all that we've got
We are what we have left
We'll give it all we've got
to free what's left.
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11. |
Wreckin Wreckage
01:22
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Ash Bricky Manteca, California
Ash Bricky is an American folk punk musician based in Manteca, California.
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