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A.M. Song
01:49
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A.M. Song although it’s probably too early in the a.m. to be thinking straight at all my eyes are heavy but they’re open once again and my ceiling’s never looked so beautiful just like a scene from some Sinatra movie the streetlight just showcased her smile if nothing else I’ll always have that memory, which I’ll hold onto till I die it makes me think of a time when things were simpler for me I know it’ll only get much worse and I’m sitting paralyzed from the heart up those eyes they had one brief lock with mine never wear out it’s euphoric every time and I haven’t learned my lesson yet
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Sin Boldly
03:24
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well there’s a little girl I know who’s going through a change the man in red she’d expected now strikes her as deranged ‘if he’s rewarding all of us’ she asked, her parents shocked ‘what about those dying babies on the t.v. in Iraq?’ her parents had no answer just like everyone on earth which caused the girl to question all she’d ever known from birth they told her losing faith was a natural sin she asked ‘then what’s the good thing about having faith again?‘ then a sobering silence fell as assurance went to hell and if you think something’s wrong friends help me sing this song sin boldly question everything you know you only have this finite chance to grow and broaden your perception it’s there for all to see since faith has yielded no results we clearly have no need so bombs away a simple man whose freedoms were denied him by the state a beast? suspected boogieman? no, he just arrived too late traversing such a wasteland he had prayed for some guerdon now his pursuit of happiness is skewed as our burden but maybe what’s in order is a mass of outreached hands if only our convictions corresponded with our plans but apparently our faith doesn’t reach that far when sinning is to challenge what charlatans we all are sin boldly question everything you know you only have this finite chance to grow and choose your own direction swallow all your shame if reason ends your wick i’ll gladly detonate the flame so bombs away!
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Sweep It Sammy
02:56
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five in the morning as your notion to sleep is delayed if for one small moment it’s as if you’ve returned to that age where decisions required not a sage when your madness was just budding rage so now you skulk quietly through a vastly indefinite mess your reluctant just to sigh or breathe so you settle for most likely less than your heart will need just to survive or perhaps that thing just needs a rest so sweep sweep it sammy sweep it under a chair or a rug and forget oh so swiftly you’re just a moment in time and only will you find someone willing to cope with the unceasing lack of honesty and your tendency to raise up hope right before it is smashed to the ground until then move your dust all around
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Welcome, Everybody
03:59
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well we meet here from time to time with eyes wide hoping we may find something to make life worth sustaining, mostly wind up entertaining the wishes of our happy hosts, muttering a phrase that fades away some force that’s unbeknown to be has fueled our ideology that rhythm, soul, and harmony can save us from any sorrow ain’t nothing promised but there’s no reason to be fearful tonight so come on now, i know we’re living to die but take a look around and laugh that you’ve ever cried about it it’s getting old, you say that all is a lie, but a closer look will tell you that the truth in this world is shrouded in ignorance we’re mired in it to our ears but at least we’re winning some war that our fears are fueling, to factor out fear of who’s ruling the message is absurd, but ‘so is this world’ say the ones who make it so so rather than implore our wealth of knowledge to destroy ourselves abolish all that’s clearly adding to the world’s certain demise and fortifies the basis for a phobia of what’s unknown
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Ghost Hunting
02:28
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alone at last that’s what I’m telling myself now torched the past to fortify my own self-doubt all I need a lap a shoulder or a lovely voice all i see are remnants of what I used to enjoy so long ago it seems i could have been the king near your home on a warm and rainy night chilled to the bone a needle drop induced our fright and it was i who commented on how the silence felt the banter died just like so many who have knelt before a playful god who banished them to nod telling me life won’t be odd ordinary is what you’ve got if you ask me you’re damned to be ghost-hunting searching for something that isn’t there and if you find her your fingers will just pass right through her hair you’ll be alone at last and last it surely will
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Schoolyard Blues
02:05
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goin’ to school not doin’ drugs readin’ some books and givin’ out hugs that’s the way to live your life in the schoolyard goin’ on home better say hello to the mailman stranger tries to give you candy, you say no thanks… man walkin’ on home better stop and buy you some bubblegum see the crazy old man with a hook shit you’d better run kickball spaniards really good at soccer so we play kickball
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Do Engage
03:55
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Sabbath Day Hymn
01:45
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sunday’s coming and this one glue me like the rest to a film reel running already so that myself i can assess the burden with which you’ve blessed all of us here it raises its head 52 times a year and those of us who follow are thoroughly sterile with fear sunday’s coming and this one gloomy like the rest its none to stunning when realized your trade’s just a game while they claim it a test
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darling i’ve been thinking about me and you since time began but this morning, i started sinking i saw uplifting psalms depart with the palm of your hand if i’m to start mercy-killing this sorrow that earth glaring at me must be willing to bend over backwards and fold and render our search terminated thus leaving this ending untold time to realize the earth in your eyes is lonesome and cold lately, our probes in the sky have found no evidence or vestige of life on this infinite planet you lease only indigo dust a dead world that’s hushed and in peace and I will meet if you’re willing tomorrow i will gladly assume role of villain if i make the cut in doing so but i’m just calculating risk now my tactics all covered with mold so i’ll realize the earth in your eyes is lonesome and cold
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Eight Foot Universe
04:15
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it’s best i leave a subtle trail that only i can see as i doubt this is all drawn to scale or scripted out for me when things got tough I curled right up a million miles away the more i have it’s not enough i just wish that i could stay and the further that i go the more lead grips to every step paralyzing me impeding every breath i cannot recognize what part of this is real each unfounded revelation makes me feel inside this microscopic box my integrity is shot it’s just another game to play it may sound simple but it’s not it’s just my secondary plot and i’ll be damned if i will waste away i hopped my shuttle long ago it’s nothing new to me just fleeing from the undertow am I are you asleep?
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Bear Trap
03:47
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for a farmer’s life this one’s void of strife fueled by alcohol ruled by ecstasy composed of all that i swore i would never be made of more complex parts than my mind can see found that life was a song started tuning up soon thereafter i’m wrong, ready to erupt fall out fall back into the clutch of all i know to love make me happy whoever can hear this hell heaven above and i see the coming tide but you convinced me it’s illusory that look i can see it’s a subtle chide is this truly a warning or just a ploy to make a fool of me? let us run catch that creature and kill it and melt down our brains like butter on a skillet my heart is for you that’s who it belongs to but my body and brain have some different goals to pursue so filled up with no more room to grow just one final wish please remember this all that i need is to know that you’re fine ah yes and to leave but not leave you behind and i wish i was small enough to fit in my pride but we, we’re just specks in this uber-mall i’ve reached my conclusion and seeing there’s nowhere to hide we could chase all our sorrows right into a bear trap kick back and laugh as they struggle for breath and we’ll be absolute with each and everything that we say
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Rearranging
05:00
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if but for one long night we could sway to and fro locked tightly as fort knox in ever-changing patterns we would amend inhibited by none and so free to write our own song that only is the same in any given combination and sweeter still each time it is heard and just like my whims it will never suffice but how can i know if there’s nothing i do some terms are different than those you just said they can be devastated and rise from the dead these old thoughts versus this new dream something so lovely cannot be as futile as this now seems and this tired loft has now been deemed unsatisfactory substandard all that we need is the right to be free remember how taboo some things once were we dashed them to nothing like and swept them away so simple are we that we can’t even change we can only adapt to our new set of standards whoever is making them made for us all and packaged them nicely to put on a shelf i don’t know if i’m dreaming i tell you i’m alive and my own precedents I can make for myself who is to say that tomorrow is coming they’ll do what they can to ensure its defeat and i tripped on the table found myself unable to decipher just what had happened to me and i’ll chain-smoke to keep myself busy tonight and watch children laugh cause they’re finally free and a smile spans my face when i see them fall down they are whining and weeping no different from me i am free
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one bush burning slowly no use of kerosene constantly rekindling what is this distraction masking? and bridges will be erected and torn away by inconclusive winds of change multiply our struggle resistance only doubles just to satisfy the whim of destiny and i believe what we have here is something wholly circular phantasmagoric were any visions of progress we may have had but with my small mind this last-rate intelligence i can’t begin to fathom how my soul can be of relevance when everything around us is another brash reminder of just how small we are and who’s now up for another round? along a track careening through the solar system debris or ejecta unwilling to accept a deviation from this overwhelming monotonous rhythm and this is what we are left with an endless battle to win a lack of solecism fearing we may falter we kneel before the alter of a ghost whose saliva is an ossifying venom
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The K-Macks Athens, Georgia
A brief overview of the duties of each K-Mack:
Kevin Craig - vocals, bass,
swearing
Max Shultz - guitar, vocals, ladies
Jake Hicks - percussion, vocals, bright red hair
Brandon Page - bass, firecrackers
Borne in flames.
Max Shultz and I (Kevin Craig) began playing music together when we were barely teenagers. We've been The K-Macks for a good little bit now, and we like it. Too much.
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