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Preservation Blues

by Salty (KCMO)

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1.
The warm phlegm of the afternoon you cough to clear your throat and lurch across the room you know you have no choice (you want to move it until the end of time and tell you mind "don't mind" you start to shake, shimmy shimmy shake do the choice! x4 you want to love them until the end of time if they stay so fine, so fine you start to stop once you spot the rot do the choice x4) you bang your chains in the afternoon you start to raise your voice at the endless walls of an endless room you know you have no choice () you know it goes like this... another strand in the afternoon they link to block your voice you crawl across the room you know you have no choice
2.
figures, measures, data it's not too late! to build it, grow it, harvest domestic fields and seal it, seal it, seal it our terrorvision to fix it, fix it, fix it our horrorvision bullets, measure precision, we must debate to kill them, burn them, raze them the foreign fields and steal it, steal it, steal it our terrorvision to fix it, fix it, fix it, our horrorvision time just calculates zero percent survival rate x2 while we wait xinfinity
3.
No food in the bowl no bone on the floor (you're gonna die lil pupper die lil pupper die lil pupper where you lay) big dawg bigger bark terror in the dark () Someone yells "lay down"! Someone yells "shut up"! () eat up for your health each dawg for itself () One day you'll be on top of the pile blood and drool dripping from your teethy smile one day you'll forget where you buried your bones in the backyard, whimpering all alone Each dawg has its day each one locked away () each dawg chase its tail eat itself real well () no food in the bowl no bone on the floor () puppy you were born whimpering you'll return () die lil pupper with your tail between your legs
4.
(Baby me walk upright swear me walk upright i do you do do we do we all do) you can tell by the weight of my arms you can tell by the height of my chest you can see by the gleam in my teeth you can tell me noble beast () you can tell by the weight of my thoughts you can tell by the way i stack rocks you can tell by the way i build blocks you can tell me ready to rock i'm ready to rock... () middle of a dog fight, swear me walk upright I...walk...up...right...
5.
pale, thirsty corpses on their ships have come to drink breath from all lips 'cause each man needs a home like mankind needs a Rome the odd ones will be pushed into the ground in the valleys outside of town our caravan has turned the land to ash beneath our burning hands 'cause each life needs a plan to protect the civil man and every foreign tongue has been stripped out from our mouths on Pleasant Hills and every child shall be glad they meal they had was pumped from a heathen's heart oh we have been born from the jizz of pilgrim's porn
6.
Hello paradise the way you cut her hair the way you act real nice like you just don't care I want to meet you there because i don't wanna be here all alone on the telephone sweet nothings in my ear Hello paradise the way you cut his hair the way you share advice like you just don't care I want to meet you here because I can't get there the tire's flat and we can't go back and we wasted all our years Well, you can choose your god reach out, roll back your eyes do what you like And we can meet some time you shave my head and cut all ties it's what you like Hello paradise the way you dance from sight into Sunday mornings and keep me up at night but I don't want to be here and I don't want to be there...
7.
Oh no! The ego starts to shred damaged glandz hiding under sheets and you're whispering to the dead damaged glandz grinding at your teeth and you're gnashing at the sleeze damaged glandz foaming at the mouth and buckling at the knees damaged glandz oh no! you got to keep control! oh no! you got to go with the flow! stumble in to the party have yourself a good time keep yourself together try to follow the fine line Oh no! It's running out of fuel! damaged glandz blood in the brain and there's blood in the stool damaged glandz foaming at the mouth and collapsing at the meats damaged glandz dying inner voiced dying under mommy's sheets no more equilibrium just these damaged glandz
8.
High Tension 02:46
She likes his face and his style asks him to stay for awhile they dream of towers glassy and high bound to the earth under blue skies, while (high tensions envelop everything) They Sunday brunch and then stroll to keep themselves fit and dull they trust in sidewalks and borderlines they pray to order, saints and fines while () If we could take the good times wrapped up in our palms we'd taste it we'd chew it and rip it all to shreds and throw it all away nothing stays the same nothing will remain nothing He feels the knife in his side barking commands, he abides the wealth of life stolen in worthless guts she raises her voice unraveling the scenery, cindering and wondering why we wonder why, why why? and then we die die die die die die die die die dieeeeee
9.
When you meet the drooling dawgs of paradise and they shake your hand to gnaw your bones will you stand with pride, holding your guts inside? soaking up the sun's rays all alone and fade back into teenage angsty life into whiny toddler strife before you even had a slice Cheeseburger in Paradise (tm) you work so hard to keep it all together you do it every single day chasing your recognition down the funnel you only feel your flesh being stripped away (and fade back, into nothing) you are alive and so you must deserve it your sunny weekend getaway dragging your meat pile to the local smoke pit you only watch the grease dripping from your brain () you must be good you must be food you must live exactly as you should the son of man, the son of dawg with a side of coleslaw and baked beans well take me to museum or the coliseum show me how to live happy and free just as long as you KILL me BEFORE you FEEL me you got to kill me ((and, oh, we'll dance to the joy of flies))

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released February 8, 2017

Jonathan Brokaw - vocals, guitar
Zach Turner - synth, soundscapes
Ethan "Macho Man" Savage - drums
Andrew Erdrich - bass (except on 0% Survival Rate)

Recorded by Jonathan Brokaw
Mixed by Tim Harte and Jonathan Brokaw
Mastered by Tim Harte

all lyrics by Jonathan Brokaw

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Salty (KCMO) Kansas City, Missouri

“Independent” Rock

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