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Monday, 19 April 2021

Clutch Tribute EP

Burning Beard

Every day I wake up we drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN
Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey and let the locusts fly in.
Lobsterbacks attack the town again wrap all my things in aluminum
Beams of darkness streak across the sky pink rays from the ancient satellite
Every time I look out my window same three dogs looking back at me.
Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me.
The power of the Holy Ghost the power of the Holy Ghost

Shadow of the New Praetorian tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have the seven habits of the highly infected calf
Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants International Business Machine
Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs
This burning beard I have come undone.
This burning beard I have come undone.
It's just as I've feared. I have, I have come undone.

Bugger, Bugger Bugger dumb the last of academe.
Occam's razor makes the cutting clean.
Shaven like a banker, lilac vegetal.
Break the glass ceiling and golden parachute on down.
The power of the Holy Ghost comes to town.

Shadow of the New Praetorian tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calf
The seven habits of the highly infected calf

Electric Worry

Well you made me weep and you made me moan
When you caused me to leave my happy home.
But someday you ain't gonna worry my life anymore.
I get satisfaction everywhere I go where I lay my head that's where I call home.
Whether barren pines, or the mission stare,
Take tomorrow's collar and give them back the glare.
Bang, bang, bang, bang vamanos, vamanos
Bang, bang, bang, bang vamanos, vamanos

You told everybody in the neighborhood what a dirty mistreater that I was no good.
But someday you ain't gonna worry my life anymore.
Doctor or lawyer, I'll never be. life of a drifter only life for me,
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved.
Because ain't room for one thing in everybody's grave.
Bang, bang, bang, bang vamanos, vamanos
Bang, bang, bang, bang vamanos, vamanos

If I had money, like Henry Ford I'd have me a woman on every road.
But someday you ain't gonna worry my life any more.
Invocation of the dummies, requiem for a head,
Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred
I get satisfaction everywhere I go one day you'll worry me no more.
Bang, bang, bang, bang vamanos, vamanos
Bang, bang, bang, bang vamanos, vamanos

Let A Poor Man Be

I'm gonna move to the outskirts of town
Where none of your friends are hanging around
That's right, I'm gonna move to the other side of town
Where none of your business is hanging around
Please let a poor man be let a poor man be
Please let a poor man be let a poor man be

I'm gonna build a castle out of Goodyear tires,
Cinderblock and busted doors; that's where I'll retire.
Gonna dig a mote fill it up with ale.
Not much of a defense, I know, but the supply never fails.
Please let a poor man be let a poor man be
Please let a poor man be let a poor man be

When you come knocking all in tears wringing hands and genuflecting,
You'll understand that I am a busy man and my subjects demand my attention.
These walls don't build themselves and I am running out of time.
So if you desire anything else, you had better get in line.
Please let a poor man be let a poor man be
Please let a poor man be let a poor man be

Passive Restraints

My Father Was Black, My Mother Was Decker
Believe Me My Friend, It Doesn't Get Any Better
Than Rack And Pinion Reasoning, Add A Little Seasoning
Cook At Ninety Eight Point Six Degrees

Let Me Be The Bull, And You Be The Pen
Such An Easy Way To Glorify Sin
If I Am A Horse, You're A Venus In Spurs
Everything I Have Is Yours, So Take It

I Come Fully Loaded With An Option To Buy
I've Got A Stick Shift Disposition And A Four Wheel Mind
I'll Give You Endless Mileage And Unlimited Speed
Total Satisfaction Absolutely Guaranteed

Turbo Boost Libido And Passive Restraints
And As Of Yet I Haven't Heard Even A Single Complaint
I've Got The Tools Of The Trade And A Fuel Injected Heart
Efficiency Is Beautiful, Efficiency Is Art

Open Up The Border

Won't You Open Up The Border To Rivers Running Green?
I Have Kilo Loads Of Plastic To Trade For Pumpkin Seeds.
I Know Folks In Wichita As Well As Santa Fe,All Veterans Of The Trade.
Open It Up. Open It Up. Open It. Living For The Trade.

The Merry Wives Of Windsor I Swapped For Cans Of Spam
While Sipping Fine Darjeeling With An Englishman.
I Know Folks In Liverpool As Well As In Bombay, All Veterans Of The Trade.
Open It Up. Open It Up. Open It. Living For The Trade.

In A Tent On The Caravan Road You'll Find Those Things You Thought Were Gone.
Bartered For Jasmine And Silk And Furs Of Frozen Mastodons.
I Know Folks In Wichita As Well As Bombay, All Veterans Of The Trade.
Open It Up. Open It Up. Open It. Living For The Trade.

Pigtown Blues

Down went from Pigtown, wrecks in the yard
Scream out the song just finish the job
Telephone poles slowly weep in the pitch
The butcher's brow sweat runs back down the ditch

A great place to visit, a better place to leave
False poison sumac, lies on the heave
Weathervanes beat over the motoring of shutters
The Pigtown blues run deep down the gutters

The skies are heavy Abram
Block after block after block

All across the marsh trees, harshly accused
Pointing black fingers most broke with abuse
High-tension wires, blush in the breeze
Men have their conscience, while dogs have their fleas

Cyclops winks as he sinks to the soil
Labor in vain, labor in toil
The residents succumb to the shadows and sticks
The Pigtown blues run right through the bricks

The skies are heavy Abram
Block after block after block
The skies are heavy Abram
Block after block after block

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