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Surf Party
03:27
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I can calm myself
I can heal myself
I can strengthen myself
For I'm surrounded by love
All we are is all we ever are
All we are is all we ever were
All that's said is ever done before
All before has opened up the door
Take a moment in time
Thought a thousand times
Equation of life without a minute more
Foaming dream, a sacred boogie board
You duck and dive, a bottom turn is born
Barrel roll, approaching doggie door
Broken stick, a cowabunga roar
Take a moment in time
Thought a thousand times
Equation of life without a minute more
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Submersive War
03:44
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I don't need remarks to break my heart...Make believe
Recreate a thought that takes me on to better things
Silently drifting before crashing unto distant shores
Buried beneath the brainwaves
Submersive war
Underbelly of the great demark, walk the plank
Take heed of my words
Unless you purge, squids will reign
Silently drifting before crashing unto distant shores
Buried beneath the brainwaves
Submersive war
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Monsters
05:43
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Super Squid - Monsters
From the album "Surf Party" 2012
Lyrics by Scottie B. Squid
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Blasting from the grave
Colossal flash of grey
Goliaths in the dark
Monsters come to play
Unearthed disarray
A wretched course, a primal force unfolds
Desperate lives, hope has resigned
Forlorn, foretold in the stars
Legend tells of a squadron group from space
The Architeuthis incarnate
People bow to pray for a new tentacle age
Calamari now is blasphemy
Up from the drink, the nautical strength
Monsters congealed by holy ink
Villains enslaved by radio waves
Squid Squadron saved the day
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Moth
04:45
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Come to me, innocent, into my arms, you're so lovely
Make me wanna be clean again
Promise you safety, they don't know you anyway
Come to me, all you need is right here with me
Enter now into the den of the mighty
What's ours is yours, yours is mine
We've got what you're needing
By candlestick, needleprick, we all need a little lift
Chilling, fading, changing reality
Like a child, gazing up at the lonely moon
They don't know me now
I'll follow like a white moth drawn to a lit match
Don't get close or I'll light your wings
Glow in the night sky like the
Blackening, sickening eclipse of promises
Closing in, creeping in
What have I done
Please, no please
This place it is not for me
Take me home, I need to go
What is this business?
Please let me fix this
The game is old
I'm growing cold
Like the child that's gazing up at the lonely moon
They don't know me now
I'll follow like a white moth drawn to a lit match
Don't get close or I'll light your wings
Glowing end
What have I done?
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Ghost Witch
05:51
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The hotel's had activity since 1973
An angry girl, a suicide, and all the guests did flee
A parry with the paranormal, start the EVP
You'd think it would be clear, I should have seen it coming
Fist...Face.......Harmed by the Ghost Witch
Poke...Gut........Stay Clear of the Ghost Witch
Invisible Power...Ass Kicked by the Ghost Bitch
Taunting echoes in the hall
I think she split my spleen!
A shadow person puts the hurt, my senses weren't so keen
A master of the martial arts from far beyond the plane
You'd think it would be clear, I should have seen it coming
Head...Butt.......Harmed by the Ghost Witch
Knee...Groin......Stay Clear of the Ghost Witch
Invisible Power...Ass Kicked by the Ghost Bitch
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6. |
Des Allemands
03:52
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Never been confirmed cause I don't go to church
Got the urge, shot some doves off the front of my porch
Twenty feet high on piling stilts
That's the old Romy home that my family built
Cut the stalk off the sugar cane
Mais cher, Nolan Toups, that is where I been
Sittin' on the locks and planning escapes
Cause my old Renault Fuego is dead
I'm running cans down in Des Allemands
Got de stinky cheese to grease my traps
Don't need nuthin but a oyster shuckin
And a catfish poppin on a ole pole cane
The dirt is brown, the ground is flat
Spanish moss hangs low, and the accent's flat
Boil is hot, and the beer is cold
Cause my daddy works hard for Mr. Joe
Shootin alligators with Crazy George
Gonna take a little ride in a new mudboat
Fix the deck on my uncle's camp
Every hurricane season, it's the same old shit
I'm running cans down in Des Allemands
Got de stinky cheese to grease my traps
Don't need nuthin but a oyster shuckin
And a catfish poppin on a ole pole cane
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Falling of the Czar
05:53
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It goes on and on without the morals
With a burn of words until the laurels form
How did you get this far?
It's a fraud, a dodge, you modern marvel
Its' your fault, when you're caught, it's hard to swallow down
The falling of the Czar
You're making a play, changing the odds by far
Turning around the clues, a twisted mind
A murder-suicide
A change in the blame, a Judas Iscariot
Burning the one that held your name so high
To win a distant prize
I know how you prey and how far you will go
Won't you stop your belly aching
The wizard's curtain pulled
Ousted by the gang, never to return
I can't stop my belly aching
The righteous never won
I'm going away, goin' to the world outside
Gone in a whirl, it suddenly hits my mind
I ended with the prize
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Jack's Johnson
03:08
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Redass
01:07
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Dey ain't got the blues
but dey got some sass
Born in back Mississippi
but raised in swamp grass
Dey ain't no redneck
Dey ain't no coonass
Dat's why paw paw he call them,
He calls dem the redass
Moode!
Boude!
Couillon!
Frissons!
Mon Petite chou chou!
Dey nannay and dey parran dey call dem
calls dem the redass
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Zacron 3
05:06
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Set the controls for Zacron 3
We'll save the lives of the planet's beings
Sunlight fades, the night prevails
A recipe for the murder race
In the dark, a thousand eyes
A swarm of sick to our surprise
From Zacron 3
Vampiric disease
From Zacron 3
The Captain did flee
Captain Follow said retreat
The portal's open on the squadron flank
Felt the breath of the unseen
As we left the bleeding planetary beings
All were changed into undead
As the portal closed, the demons fed
From Zacron 3
Vampiric disease
From Zacron 3
The Captain did flee
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11. |
Wom Tates
02:19
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Way down low, where the glucose flow
I'm eatin' warm tates with a two by four
Oh no, don't let me go
Sippin supple sweeties in the pale moonlight
I'll be a sugarbuster by morning time
Oh no, it starts to flow
Flutter flutter flutter, baby's playin in the gutter
Bust a pat a butter, cut the mutter with another
Hydrate!
Chompin chex, a box of trix, the science of consumption
Malt o Meal, a bigger deal, appetite for prescription
Ingurgitate!
Fidget my digits 'fore I lose them all
Hyperosmolar coma, then I hit the floor
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12. |
Layla
03:33
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I been waitin for the day to come
When you would greet at my door
All convening, the grand occasion of
the warmth, the revere, au courant
Hand in hand, we cue the band
Strike the chords of bond
with notes made of fear and of love
Overstrung, I'm reaching for
A way to show my part
Thoughts too unreal to impart
Layla if you're lost
Runnin' through the storm
Remember what you feel in your heart
Can I best a father's stead?
Will I be the one?
The one that you seek in the dark?
Gratitude, Incertitude
Will I overcome the weight of my feeble thoughts?
(solo)
Animating fortitude
Who is saving who?
Bringing the best of my life
Layla if you're lost
Runnin' through the storm
Remember what you feel in your heart
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13. |
Samba Classico
03:03
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