Released 12 December 2009
Recorded 1 August 2009 – 5 December 2009
Genre World
Length 27:57
Producer Los Hurdanos
Lyrics
Nothing Left
The boomers took the gold, it was bought and sold,
Now there’s nothing left,
Everything’s a waste, and it’s just a taste for when
There’s nothing left,
We’ll live in the desert with the lizard and buzzards when
There’s nothing left,
We’ll grab it by handfuls, hoard the garbage from landfills when
There’s nothing left.
They wasted the garden, they said we had to be fed
They planted over and over, till the soil was dead.
Butch
What’s in the mind of DeFeo,
Butch of Long Island,
This is the thing we’ll never know,
The truth is silent,
No, no, no
Lifted weight,
Shifted Fate,
APD,
No, no, no
Could not be stopped after a row,
Once it had started,
112 Ocean Avenue,
Evil Incarnate (can’t let it go)
Evil Wind
Their mission is to get it
And once they get you, you’ll regret
It’s not about you but they’ll make you feel that it is
A black widow, you better watch out
They’ll bite your head off and spit it right out
Ulterior motive silly games and other things you won’t under
Just remember, my friend, it isn’t at all about you
Competition and a smile,
But that only lasts for a while
You’re pathetic, but hey you knew that
Are you peripatetic enough to know that
They’ll blow and evil wind in your ear
And inflate your pitiful ego by telling you what you want to hear
Don’t go downtown, you will surely slip and drown,
Just remember, mi amigo, it wasn’t at all about you
Flesh Spirit and Bone
We don’t wish it away because everyone secretly like a delay,
We’re all in it alone, unconsciously stuck between a rock and a stone,
They say all is a stage,
there’s always something more important than these trivial games,
I don’t like to name names, I’m much to egotistical to hide in the shade
All in it alone, flesh spirit and bone, it don’t last,
But it’s all fun and games so we leave it alone
Can’t hide in the shade, play trivial games, it don’t work
But to point all this out gets you branded a jerk
The real truth that I see, is that things are exactly as you want them to be,
To sum up in a word, of the personal opinion
that’s it’s really absurd
Sum up in a word, it’s all really absurd, but that’s me,
I carved it in the side of a withering tree
Before the Devil
I hope I get to heaven before the devil know I’m dead,
There’s no use calling for Ezekiel, when you’re laying on your death bed
Ain’t no use on the battlefield to be havin’ a head of doubt,
Leave the killin’ up to the devil, gonna let God sort ‘em out
Refrain
This song has no chorus and it flows from one thing to another,
Descending from whence it came and circling ’round,
Can’t tell one verse from another, floating upwards from the first one,
Mixing the sharps and the flats, transitioning
To a lovely B part, with a fancy chord change,
This is not the chorus, but a simple refrain.
Raise Your Voice
Movin’ out, movin’ in, I’m unloading next door,
Don’t raise your voice, don’t raise your voice,
They don’t like it when you raise your voice around here,
It’s all a big secret,
They don’t like it when you raise your voice around here
Can’t take, won’t make it,
They need to calm it on down
It’s a fine time to find treasure in the sand,
But I’m blind to line I’ve drawn in the sand