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It's Raining Boneclad Gizmos (Released Jul 13 2011) 13 songs Runtime 41:36 (Folk/Blues/Singer-songwriter/Acoustic Twang) Download the entire album in a zip folder here in high quality kbs ~82Mb with album artwork

Single mp3s:
01. It's Raining Boneclad Gizmos (2:46) 6.5 Mb
02. Cricket Bus (1:31) 2.6Mb
03. Sixty Dollars (4:40) 10.9Mb
04. Hayleigh Hazel (pt 2) (2:25) 4.1Mb
05. Us Ones (3:09) 7.4Mb
06. Ode To Felina/Typewriter Assault(1:23) 3.4Mb
07. Road For The Young (3:23) 7.9Mb
08. Hayleigh Hazel (pt 1) (:33) 1.1Mb
09. Shove Your Cellphone Up Your Asshole (5:22) 10.1 Mb
10. Just To Be (5:56) 9.6 Mb
11. Oh My Golly Oh Slumber (1:43) 4.2 Mb
12. Ker'sin Powder Wings (5:48) 9.5Mb
13. Rocky And Roxy/Little Lego Toys (2:51) 5.4Mb

I was so tired I put my banjo in the guitar case.
If I had stuck the guitar into the banjo bag then it would be more than
restlessness and surely I'd wind up more than freaked out.

Songs that just sort of happened.

Cricket bus: Dulcimer tuning on banjo, pans with a t-shirt over top, suitcase,
cardboard box, guitar.

Lyrics

You count your losses
You bought a lawsuit
it fits mighty loosely on you
You've got an aura with dollar signs
You killed your kids just to sweep through
It's raining boneclad gizmos once more
Metal surveillance rattles your senses
The clouds, they flirt with you
but you're so oblivious
So clueless, you just pull a switch
Roadmaps and brick walls dot your skin

You've got a sharp corner we will flip
You blame the one who made you

This whole scenario is strictly for laughter
You lure in magnets to cling to disaster
To stick around near your reception points
The ones you love smoke Venom-Strike joints
You say good mornin' yet you mourn not a thing
Lookin' for a cobra strike or perhaps a pretty sting

It's raining boneclad gizmos once more
You cower to the rich and you rip off the poor
The floorboards warp underspectacular storms
The system has diareah in a septic sore

It's raining boneclad gizmos once more
It's raining boneclad gizmos once more
It's raining boneclad gizmos once more

60 Dollars, 60 dollars drifting through the air
Four is spent on lunch, two is spent on fare.
54, 54, I don't want any more
But the tank is empty and my feet are getting sore.

Pretty girl, beautiful, sparkle in her stare
One moment against my mouth, Then she's gone somewhere
Plentiful rich, miserable rich
12 dollars left blowing through the ditch

Harmonica
If I'm somewhere and then I drift
It's only because I slipped on through.

7:17, 7/17
There's a reckless lurker
Who doesn't know she is
Who doesn't know she's a Queen

60 dollars Drifting through the air
Four is spent on lunch, two is spent on fare.
54, 54 I don't want no more
But the tank is empty and my feet are getting sore.

Harmonica

It's 6:13, A time that's stuck
With stray blue feathers and odd-struck luck

Zero dollars, Zero, and a ladder above
You know I love to climb and never pay for love.

60 Dollars, 60 Drift through the air
Four is spent on lunch, two is spent on fare.
54, 54 I don't want any more
But the tank is empty and my feet are getting sore.

Zero dollars, zero and a ladder that leads above
You know I love to climb and play dice with my love.

Us guys, you guys
Us guys over here
Us guys-ample breasts
Nourishment, nourishment

Us guys, over here
Over here, over here
Us guys with ample breasts
Upwards, nourishment
Over here, over here
Over here
Over

You say you wanna drag me down
Drag me down
I don't got a cell phone
You hate my guts, You hate me
I ain't got a cell phone
I went in the grey
I fell back in the green
I felt like Electric wires
I don't wanna be a machine

Us guys over here
Over here over here
Us guys -ample breasts
Nourishment, nourishment

As far as what I decipher:
Society of confusion
Instituion, institution
what choice, we got yours!

Us guys over here
Over here, over here

Free houses in the microwave
You're a master
You're a slave
Free brains on the pavement
Encavement,
Here come the vultures now

Us guys over here
Over here, over
Us guys with ample breasts
Nourishment for you

This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young

This is the road for the young
This is the road for the poor
Another story about a gun
Smashing through your front door
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young

Kerry found the God Particle in her underwear drawer
Sometimes life will make you love and sometimes it makes you soar
Sometimes everything will come out as planned
But that makes life a bit boring so follow your front hand

This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the poor
Another story about a gun

Sometimes things will freigh
and sometimes things will last
If you follow this trail here
I can promise you a blast

This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
Have yourself some fun

Everything you've been told
It grows so old
and everything that you need
was once a little seed
And everything rotten and true
could be a lovely lie
And this is the road for the young
from your life until you die

This is the road for the young
This is the road for the poor
Another story about a gun
and you're breaking out your front door

This
This
This
This

This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young
This is the road for the young

You ain't blocking my way
you get out of my way
you're weighing me down

I don't care about your haircut
I don't care about retirement
Shove your cellphone up your asshole
Put your heart in the microwave

Am I an Atm machine to you?
Am I a digital servant?
Am I a god that forgot?
Are we sluts for the future?

You shoot 'em all with your boredom
You count them up and then you sort them
Shaneen, the cheater
The tiger, The feeder
Your crumbled up deficit
I put the recess back in recession
Shove your cellphone up your asshole

We don't talk to strangers, they're killers
Put your heart in the microwave oven

This trail to free
Is always the hardest one to see

Put it in your pipe and smoke it
Get in your exit ship
Shove your cellphone up your asshole
This is the world, we made it.

A Luddite internet connection
An amateur teaches a lesson
We're bowling for the enemy
is always, always
over here, over here.

Hit you in the head with typewriters for hours
Put you in a trance

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