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Precious Life
03:32
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It seems like the whole world is on fire, scared rabbits run to hide inside the brier. With no solutions or saviors ( in sight ) to admire, the countdown has begun - and time will soon expire. This life - this precious life, it goes away in the blink of an eye - on the roll of the dice - or the wrong place at the wrong time. This life - this precious life, it falls off to the wayside - lost amongst the fallen creatures of the desolate night. This life, this precious, precious life. Don't let it slip through your hands, don't let it go away without a fight. Don't give it up - yeah, this life, this precious, precious life. Like a diamond in your hand - everyone has a stake, everyone has a place upon this land, and when you find where you belong, and when you take the hand of the one who needs you - then you know where you should go - and then you'll do the best you can, to provide the kind of life - that will have a positive impact on this world - and it will all fall into place, just the way it should, and you won't have to worry anymore. This life it is a gift - enjoy it, make a wish. This life it is a curse - at rock bottom at its' worst. This life, this precious, precious, precious life..
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Wishbone
03:35
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I think that I've got a wishbone caught in my throat, I feel like it's choking me now, but I still feel like such a lucky bloke / there's a guardian angel watching over me, so it's not my time right now to go so comedically, but if it were a hot-dog now - that might be worse, then I'd probably be done for - curtains for sure, I'd be so bloody cursed - and I'd be trying to cough it out now - and you know I couldn't speak, and my face would be turning 30 shades of blue, well the people all around would be freaking out - without a clue of what to do, and I'd be juggling my hands about, just like a circus freak. Some jokers run up to me and grab me about the waist - like Choking Charlie - throws me down upon the ground, and starts a pumping on my guts - well that magic wishbone comes a poppin,' poppin' out - I'm glad because I've had enough - I start flopping like a seal, and a gasping at the air. My Joker hero he boogies right away and disappears. I think I'll remember that I had a wishbone caught in my throat, at least for a while. I got a reprieve on this life, this time I'm still alive - oh yeah, still alive tonight.. Nightmare ride, I'm glad I survived, now it's time to hide, safer inside. Nightmare ride, I'm glad I survived. Nightmare ride, I survived this time...survived this time...time...
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Crank It Down
04:36
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Just go turn it off, just go stop it now, the only way this ends in peace - is to crank it down. Just go crank it down. Don't go dial up, just go dial down, don't you come unwound, just go crank it down. Anger storms into the house like a mad stranger - breathing vapors of smoke and fire danger - frothing at the mouth, a seething, growling, mad dog - spitting foam out north and south, so just go turn it off, just go stop it now, the only way this ends in peace - is to crank it down, just go crank it down. Hurling curse words out, just like rusty nails - meant to hurt, hate, and harm, out of control, hands off of the wheel. missiles go a sailing, a sounding the alarm, shards of broken glass rain down just like hail. Threats of violence delivered as deliberately as the daily mail.- menacing, unforgiving. An unbending enemy of innocence and the living, Will calm heads prevail? - or does this scenario end - in blood, suffering, hospital, or jail? Just go turn it off, just go stop it now. The only way this ends in peace is to crank it down, just go crank it down. Don't go dial up, just go dial down, don't you come unwound, so just go crank it down.. just go crank it down...
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Resident Revenant
03:27
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Resident Revenant. This place it is a dump, a time-warp, blast from the past, so 70's, covered in dust, a vivid reminder of so many dreams gone bust - a museum to my peeps - so many ghosts nip at my toes and feet, recordings played over and over again on repeat - guitars once played for keeps, now stored aborted on floors in heaps. Keys laid neatly on a bed - where once the living rested a weary head - the yard once a manicured retreat, now an unkempt forest with tree limbs piled neat - the garage holds treasures like a mirage, that no one alive still wants. Resident Revenant - Welcome to my dump - it may not look like much - but to me it is enough - for me it is my crutch - to some, I may have lost touch, in sanctuary from a world I do not trust. Storm the walls now if you must - in this castle made of rust. Shots can be fired in defense if they must, or terms of surrender discussed. Some day I guess I will have to go, or stay on as a resident ghost. Resident Revenant..
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Closer to Ruin
08:44
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Closer to ruin as today seems to be, closer to ruin - like a ship about to wreck. It may be too late to about face, to avoid what happens next, closer to ruin - as today seems to be. This hasn't exactly been my century - spending most of the time adjusting to this new, unsettling reality. I've had some bands go bust, and others just belly up - and lovers leave me in the lurch, pointing at me in the dust, to laugh in disgust - but at least I still have a job, and a roof over my head. The world is going head over heels to heck in a hand basket. I've always been kind of odd, but now I'm getting sort of old. The time clocks running out - the torch is being passed - to those with the will to carry on. I've never been one of those to dwell on the view over my shoulder, or in the rear view mirror - but the way things used to be was never perfect - but it wasn't as close, closer to ruin as today seems to be. Closer to ruin like a ship about to wreck, closer to ruin, it may be too late to about face - closer to ruin, trying to avoid what happens next - closer to ruin, to set this horse loose on the straight, to looking the devil right in the eye, to launching prayers into the sky, so kiss your life goodbye, it may be time to die..Closer to ruin - saying my goodbyes - closer to ruin - no big surprise, closer to ruin..
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Cutie Wins Again
07:11
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My Cutie wins again. Don't fool yourself or pretend, because my Cutie wins again. You don't have a prayer - you know that life's not fair. The only way that this can end, Cutie wins again. My Cutie wins, Cutie wins, Cutie wins again. She gets pleasure in crushing me just like a bug, beats me with the scrabble board, just can't get enough. She whips my butt up and down, sideways and across, the only word that's certain is, I know how to spell " loss ". L-O-S-S, L-O-S-S, " loss ". She does a wicked victory dance, and pins me to the couch. All the while, getting turned on, because she is the boss. All I know is I can't grouse, play sore-loser, or a grouch - cause if I do that I most certainly will be looking at a long stretch - of going home without. She likes it best when she's on top, she lets you know whose boss. You best get used to giving in, on that you can depend. The only way to prevail in defeat, is when my Cutie wins, Cutie wins, Cutie wins again. The only way that this can end - is when Cutie wins again, my Cutie wins, my Cutie wins again - my friend. Don't fool yourself or pretend, the only way that this can end, is when my Cutie wins, Cutie wins, Cutie wins again. My Cutie wins - yeah!
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P.T.S.D.
08:15
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P.T.S.D., quit making a fool out of me. P.T.S.D., I can't eat, I ca't sleep, I can't think, with these nightmare people in my dreams - rockin' me out of bed, when I should be sawing logs instead. My heart is beating fast, and my nerves are on their last - now the past it has passed, but my thoughts keep going back - over troubled paths it has walked - with a fine toothed comb and microscope - now I'm just trying to cope, but these flashbacks keep coming fast. Nothing now seems to help - reality now just brings me down - If I could, I would break out, of these shadows of doubt. P.T.S.D. quit pestering me, you're a cruel stalker, looking for a mark to bother, wish I could change the channel - of this loop that I'm just stuck on that plays over and over. P.T.S.D. some day I will be free, once I find the key - I will show you the door - and have my life back once more. P.T.S.D., won't you leave me be.. P.T.S.D., quit pestering me, P.T.S.D., won't you leave me be, P.T.S.D., you make a fool out of me - Oh no!
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Last Day on Earth
05:48
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I'm your guide for fun tonight, if you don't mind exciting times, I will try not to bore you with the same silly rhymes, I'm not holding a gun to your head to listen, I'm not forcing you to hear what we have to say, If you want to run out on the floor, go jump around, up and down - I'm just a cheer-leader for you, here for your enjoyment, I'm kind of like a clown, singing here out loud - I am never going to turn the volume down..If this was our last day on earth, Let's take this song and make it work, Let's make this loving our re-birth, We'll go on and play it for all its' worth, Let's take this song and make it work, Let's play it now - for all its' worth, and when we're done we'll laugh it off, We'll go tip-toe through the frost - If this was our last day on earth, we'd make this loving our re-birth, but there's a list of things that we must do first, before earthly applause fades - and claps in outburst, Let's take this song first. I'm your guide for fun tonight, if you don't mind exciting times, I will try not to bore you with the same silly rhymes, I'm not holding a gun to your head, forcing you to listen, if you want to run out on the floor, go jump up and down. I'm just a cheer-leader here for your enjoyment, I'm kind of like a clown - singing here out loud, I'm never going to turn, I'm never going to turn the volume down - never going to turn it down, never going to turn it down, I'm never going to turn the volume down. Let's take this song and make it work, let's play it now for all its' worth, and when we're done here we'll laugh it off, and we'll go tip-toe through the frost, as if this was the last day on earth, make this loving our re-birth, as if this was the last day on earth, on your last day on earth..
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Low Man II
02:59
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Moon Unit Lift-Off
02:52
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Under the Radar II
03:34
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Tidal Wave Undertowed
03:12
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Splash Pets Illinois
Splash Pets in 2021 is currently a one man recording project. Members from earlier recordings were The late, great, Russ Niemann, Bobby Reed Twichell, & Mark Vezina Special guest appearances have been made by Donn Sheldon, Joshua Vezina, and J.C. Williams. Stampy B. Face was born late to the party and won’t be missed by many. His loyal mourner Loulabelle appears on the cover at his shrine. Enjoy! ... more
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