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Whiskey
01:24
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Drink whiskey
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2. |
The American Dream
02:17
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A start-up empire, so fast and free, working so hard to keep life easy.
The world's a stage, and we're just clowns.
Everyone's laughing as we're crashing and the bridges crumble down
What do I know? It's been said before....
I've heard of rises and falls, and constant threats of war.
It's just a game, and the prize is debt.
Well this moment now is all that we have left.
Let's get real. How does it feel to watch ourselves self destruct?
Hands exchange, faces remain, it's all the same.
So let's retain this flame and burn down the night.
What do I know? It's been said before...
Well the kids are leaving skids and it's quid pro quo
'cause the dough always flows overhead to the aforementioned
empire of desire we reward what we want.
Crying for value when it's only self taught.
Blame the streets, blame the meat; but at what cost?
Treating neighbors like they're haters and this world is frosted;
sweet and creamy, dark and dreamy. Focus on that and it get's creepy...
What do I know? It's been said before....
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3. |
Space Ghosts
03:08
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All my dealers are space ghosts,
and they're blocking my flow as I go coast to coast.
And there are morons in these streets,
and they can't do a thing but bare their teeth.
Beat their chests when it's chess.
These mental games; night and day.
It's black and white, no one's ever right,
and our children are the ones learning how to fight!
All my dealers are space ghosts.
The signs are there and we all know.
A supply and demand driven by the man.
A system of want with nothing to show!
All my dealers are space ghosts,
and they're kicking it up as we're rocking this show.
And we'll take back these streets.
Crumbling down riot walls with our hands and feet.
And our children are mad men we trade to solve our problems.
When it's crumbling down, we'll have our answer.
All my dealers are space ghosts.
The signs are there and we all know....
:://::
All my dealers are space ghosts.
The signs are there and we all know.
A supply and demand driven by the man.
A system of want with nothing to show
You all get what you want with nothing to show.
We all have what we want with nothing to show
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4. |
Autumn
03:10
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Oh yes this light is shining on a brand new day.
I bet you're all yawning anyway.
As the oaks, pines, evergreens burn to the fall.
And you think that you can have it all but
Truth be told, this story is already known,
and these days go on like a falling stone.
So dance with me, apathy, just come and take my hand.
I'll make you finally understand.
It's a famous cycle, a grand title, and this emotion of devotion is a never ending battle.
Two sides of two holes of two halves of too many tales, too many woes. So faster. Let's have a disaster.
It's faster, give me your disaster.
A two step beat, a fox-trot you just can't ignore.
This dance a trance. Call for excitement and you all act bored.
So I sit and fill this space with booze, coffee, and cigarettes.
Till these passed moments are just blamed regrets.
So come with me, apathy, I'll lead with The God Damn Band!
Can you take me with apathy? 'Cause I can hardly stand!
Just dance with me, apathy, just come and take my hand.
I'll make you finally understand
//:://
So come with me, apathy. I'll lead with The God Damn Band!
...
So fucking glad I understand.
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5. |
No Life
02:40
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All I wanna do is play all day x3
But I go to work!
I've got no life, I've got no wife. I've got no cars or kids, or anything to do.
I've got no life, I've got no wife. I've got nothing at all, no, nothing to do with you.
Their casual observance day by day; the whiners, takers, wanters, say mine's slipping; drifts away.
The trick is moving fast, though I seem standing still
Your glass is almost empty but mine is overfilled!
I've got no life....
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6. |
Crossroads
02:32
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Red signs, white lands. These crossroads call your name.
As furies flurry past, and drown your rage.
What is the measure of a person that nature can't tame?
We sit at these crossroads they're calling our names.
Red signs fall behind. Barricades fade to memories as we journey on.
And worried windmills turn to giants from within, and grind us down.
A curse for the day sends a curse our own way. Our struggles compound.
And we'll be killed at these crossroads if we only look down.
When we're stuck in a rut and the storm rages on.
This road is cracked and broken but we must travel on.
Either right or the left; what matters is we choose.
These crossroads lead us on.
Lead us down
to the wilderness, stretching endlessly, threatening to close in.
The turmoils of our passed decisions they drive us to our sins.
We weigh our souls so heavy on the fates of what we chose.
And it seems we'll lose ourselves at these crossroads!
When we're stuck in a rut and the storm rages on....
Take one more step!
When we're stuck in a rut and the storm rages on....
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7. |
Sunshowers
03:04
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Can you really know my name? When it's the only thing that ever changes.
And all my familiars are found in the strangest of places.
And if this knowledge is the power, this conduit requires fodder.
And baby won't you say 'please' when the devil beats his wife?
That roar of change on the breeze through the leaves of the trees on bright nights like these.
When all we really see is what we want it to be.
And if this knowledge is the power this conduit requires fodder.
And baby can't you say 'please' when the devil beats his wife?
With that sun on my face everything is raining into place.
There's never enough space for this unwinnable race so leave me behind without a trace.
This copy's an original. It's analog and not digital.
So baby you better say 'please' when the devil beats his wife!
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8. |
Dragons
03:47
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We're all dragons inside, and our treasures we hide.
From the prying eyes and the inquisitive minds that try and sly it all away.
In the darkness of the night we leave our caves,
and roar with praise to the beat that drives our lives.
We'll take these virgins in sacrifice and show them all the parts of life
hidden in the meaning bourgeois nights are never gleaning.
We're all dragons inside, and our treasures we hide.
And roar with praise to the beat that drives our lives.
Heads of men try to rule high in their towers.
Spending their hours to gain all their powers, dollars, and lower class collars.
Bourgeois's blind to the signs at the end of the path.
Your whole life that's wasted is all you've amassed.
With fire we'll roar as we burn down these days.
The treasure, our present, surrounds us in haze.
The times we all share as we soar into the air.
We're all dragons inside, and our treasures we hide,
and roar with praise to the beat that drives our lives.
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We'll take these virgins in sacrifice and show them all the joys in life.
The times we all share as we soar into the air.
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9. |
Farms of Geometry
03:01
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Just drive past these geometric barns.
These trees and these cities they stretch so far.
So play me that song, and let it play on.
And we'll drive past these geometric barns.
With arms 'round our shoulders we shout at the night.
A stab in the back as we cry in delight.
So play me that song, and let it play on.
And we'll drive past these geometric barns.
These fact'ries and farms they pass us by.
And dreams of the future succumb to the night.
So let it play on. The end of our songs.
And we're left to wonder on the quilts on top of these barns.
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10. |
Concrete Dreams
02:28
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It's a cycle that starts early on when you're young and careless.
Free from life you cling to the simple things.
Two wheels down and your legs pushing fast.
Feet locked in and you're running from the past.
Can't escape things that were never there
When your concrete dreams come true.
Times change to different chains. Intent may linger somewhere.
You get distracted, letting the dust settle on the pedals
Two wheels down and your legs pushing fast...
Soon it's clear. There is no choice.
Those bars were just too much to handle.
Looking back I always knew I'd come running back to you!
Two wheels down and your legs pushing fast...
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Michael Str!ke and The God Damn Band Fargo, North Dakota
Michael Str!ke began performing in the streets of Wausau in the summer of 2014, accompanied by the cold winds of a lazy summer. Now, along with anyone who will join in the fun, Michael Str!ke and the God Damn Band is a mixture of as many styles as possible, and always ready to offer a unique show where ever you may find him. ... more
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