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Anti​-​americana: Speaking to the unconscious mind of the Southwest

by Ameriglow

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1.
Welcome to the U.S.O properly known for its offended separate all the vegetables in the soil cheap Monte salads for black and white homes And ay hello to your new friend the gate of freedom i'm always starring at, I never can get past Cause some things in life the just ain't worth receiving its a positive push, its a broke ass compass Well we were buried in kudzu that Japanese gum the way it sticks to us as we lay suspended in its vines Counting dead bodies all of gods failed crops how I wish it would stop then again you come and ease my mind So meet me at the harvest we'll all collect our fears in buckets and drink ourselves half to death Cause we ain't go a savoir no Jesus Christ but I can walk a straight line give me ten more minutes and ill, give me ten more steps and i'm still checking to see if that front door is locked but it don't matter much when there's bombs being drop in your front yard The first thing they'll take is the art work and drugs then radio's and guns and line us up by the fences Down were the factories used to be their all empty now more smiling, grinding teeth Do you know how it feels to have people hate you not for what you do but for what you simply are Trading in your modern moccasins for a pair of steel toed boots and a rifle with a lens what happened All that's left now is you and me us godless freaks still managing to find beauty
2.
Bella Moore 03:43
Will someone make a trip to the sink get some water for me please it seems Bella's since of humor has got me thirsty She spins around the record nearly the same speed I beg her to get off that stuff I like her company But if I mention it, if I just whisper hints, while she's sleeping in the sand she just crawls into the page she's reading and turns into a clam Lord knows she don't like taking heat or dealing with the flames unless she's feeding the fire in somebody else is name Hear the static cry, it feeds the willow that resides in my mind it see's the future and what I left behind Undress the blinds, creation sings its a shedding love on our light let the sun smile on your skin for a while Bella Moore what a terrible storm and even more she stole my cellar door
3.
I'm too stoned i in the gas station people stare I'm all alone I'm always hanging out with myself ell oh no lost with now direction or help your to cloned take a look at these Brooklyn streets now we're growing faster then our bones or parents can admit there were some unlogical statements I omit I've fallen down the trail no alpha male no dominance how could we ever compare to their health their wealth or the things they accomplished now there's a man hanging from the top of a telephone pole screaming about the great descent to the depths below preaching you were younger once you still believed you had a soul your hands are colder now that's harder for you to hold
4.
Well you say I'm lying but i've been trying to call you it's just that the hip kids rage so loud and the power is out Do you still believe in fairy tales, in babies born pure, do you still pray in your sleep, does the alarm clock play The Cure and are you still hanging by a thread taking seven years to get a degree, borrowing money from the feds you can't pay back, we all need utilities but I just think its sad how we all turned out, so washed up confused, rung out like a towel strung up misused and you gave your body one hell of a run, the thing you've put it through, flying bullets loaded guns, collapsed lungs tattoos And its all starting to catch up to me now the difference between my art work and my bank account and its all starting to catch up to me now I'll have a couple more drinks I'm sure I'll figure it out Are you still licking Pavement roaming through the garage sale hoping to find Polly and her cracker on the shelf cause I keep kissing my forty cause I'm to fucked up to notice how to detach that cap from the glass while I'm drinking And its all starting to catch up to me now the difference between my habits and my bill of health yeah its all starting to catch up to me now It'll take a couple more years I'm sure I'll figure it out
5.
The roof its a caving, the house is on fire but I'm still a sleeping cause your by my side so if we should perish in this oven of love just tell me when you've had enough just shake me and I'll wake up So unjam the window let the cold front sneak in my heads still spinning, darling I can't contend with your distaste for passion that he left you with remember I'm not him you know I'll be your friend Were do you go when you reach in that draw we're your eyes searching whats that stoned face for were do you go when the lights are ignored when we're pressed up
6.
Sleep walking backwards now till all your dreams are erased all those haunting memories, all those ghostly displays that rot out your brain taking pressure now under that damn and all its weight always try's its best to slowly dissipate it can't distribute the rain transcend forward, how?, into that foggy misty haze always try's to pass me by, always try's to kiss my face I'm laying stoned above the grave She say's, "I'm paralyzed, darling let it be. All these hallelujah melodies are covering me. Let the wrecking ball and the cranes destroy us. Let this love landslide capsize into lust." Down in the south in our old farm house you read children's books from the 1850's balloons raise of the page for you our skins don't match, my cloths are tattered yours are laced to perfection, we make plaster babe open the door electricity, in the storm it comes and goes as for now the candles lit, someones putting on their cloths, oh no be sure to leave a note She say's "I'm paralyzed, darling let it be. All these hallelujah lies their killing me. Let the cannon balls and the planes destroy us. Let war landslide compile into dust." Oh mister machine you killed poor John Henry Oh miss belief you gave me some fiction to eat Now it seems my skin well it's embarrassing no more skin and now it seems my kin well their embarrassing no more kin

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This album was created for you at "On Pop of The World Studios" in Greensboro, NC in the early winter months of 2013. Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Randy Seals and Jacob Darden. All lyrical content and musical arrangements by Jacob Darden.

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released April 24, 2013

Jacob Darden - Voxtrot box - Axe licks - Arrangments of songs
Randy Seals - Taste bass
Jack Carter - ......shwoop steel
Doug Pike - Heart beat
Harrison Barrow - Dirty organ
Jullian Sizemore - Water organ
Dylan Prentice - axe facts on silent panic attacks
Chad Myers - hard hits on SPA
John Bohlen - Stand up guy, stand up bass
Ben Melnyk - Oooohhhhs
Rebbecca Singer (No thats not her last name) - Angel voices
Liz Scrubbs - Heavenly voices
GSO's finest drunk clapping group

Album art by Eric Moss
Photograph of Album art taken by Kamal Lee and Zach Perlow

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It's just the static of the afterglow. Being comfortable with yourself, things like that.

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