DEAD CONFEDERATE - EP "Memorial Day Night"
(words and music by H. Morris)Not right, just last night, Memorial Day night
Them tears they break, they streak her face
I don’t have the heart
So I stood like I could be good and bring her back
But I’m so empty now and lesser somehow
I don’t have the heart
So what’s left now that the truth is all out?
And you know you’re right on Memorial Day night
And we stood like we could be good and both live alone
But we’re so empty now and lesser somehow
And I have no heart.
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"The Rat"
(words and music by B. Senn)Shoot from the back / Take good aim
Make sure I'm dead / Bang! Bang!
Cause I'm The Rat / No mistake
Under the bed / Where you sleep
Crush the skull / Make me tame
Sweep it up / Hide it away
No moral shown / No explain
Stupid human / Shit for brains
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Float your judgements across the breeze
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Live inside your Jesus dream
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Get some sleep / Lie in wait
Until the day / I burn away
Forget the cause / Present the case
Bring me down / Lose your worth
I'll follow you / To the grave
At the gates / I see the passing saved
The judge be judged / The wretched be saved
You throw a curse / Across your name
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Float your judgments across the breeze
Watch them float off to never be seen
You live inside your Jesus dream
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"Tortured Artist Saint"
(words and music by B. Senn)She's a cold bitch in honest company
Cut you with lies and lead you on
She carries knives instead of necklaces
Her eyes gleam at the spire you're on
She'd steal the stone that's on your grave
She's no one's tortured artist saint
Just turn your back and give her an easy way
To take what you need and give what you don't
Just give some time and know you might conquer this
Waste of a life to call your own
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"Get Out"
(words and music by H. Morris) My job is done and I was helped by no one
I’ve taken what I need, shut the door when I leave.
And what? What’s in store for me?
Gonna listen and not preach
It will be erased, all mistakes are out
Get out…
Now I sit back and I watch, watch the sneak attack.
I could’ve warned them of the plan, but what fun would that leave for men?
And what? What’s in store for us all?
Gonna run until we fall
It will be erased, all mistakes are out
Get out….
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"Shadow The Walls"
(words and music by B. Senn)Dry your tears friend
Don't waste time on yourself
We're all bound tight and saved
And no one cries but the strays
Pain is the pinch, the world's fingertips
When you're alone and sleeping
Sleep is a brace, it covers your face
And keeps you from feeling
Dry your tears friend
No one thinks you make sense
Got a long way to go
Lock it inside, repent
We bottle inside what keeps us alive
It eats at our flesh and our bones
Where we begin, the story's end
On a grave of stone
Somedays you don't feel so strange
On your own making waves
So your heart shadows the wall
While you expect it to fade
Hiding curled in their cage
So your heart shadows the wall
Maybe you'll fight and fade away
Maybe you'll drown in the middle of day
So your heart shadows the wall
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DEAD CONFEDERATE - WRECKING BALL "Heavy Petting"
(words and music by H. Morris)Heavy petting, come up breathing
Heavy petting, stand there grieving
Skin is shedding, blood is letting
Hands are ready, for heavy petting
Over and over I’m ashamed
I’m keeping myself awake
Over and over I’m a…
Pushing in it, bound to break it
I can’t wake it, laying naked
Over and over I’m ashamed
I’m keeping myself awake
Over and over I’m a…
Over and over I’m ashamed
I like it, like it
I’m keeping myself awake today
I have to try…
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"The Rat"
(words and music by B. Senn)Shoot from the back / Take good aim
Make sure I'm dead / Bang! Bang!
Cause I'm The Rat / No mistake
Under the bed / Where you sleep
Crush the skull / Make me tame
Sweep it up / Hide it away
No moral shown / No explain
Stupid human / Shit for brains
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Float your judgements across the breeze
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Live inside your Jesus dream
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Get some sleep / Lie in wait
Until the day / I burn away
Forget the cause / Present the case
Bring me down / Lose your worth
I'll follow you / To the grave
At the gates / I see the passing saved
The judge be judged / The wretched be saved
You throw a curse / Across your name
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Float your judgements across the breeze
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Live inside your Jesus dream
Bag and burn, Bang! Bang!
Draw tiny pictures round all the dead leaves
Float your judgments across the breeze
Watch them float off to never be seen
You live inside your Jesus dream
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"Goner"
(words and music by H. Morris)
I know I can help you if you let me
I get it but you can’t laugh because you’re stupid
I can try to bring you in but you won’t have it…
I have it.
I know I turn it down because I’m pointless.
Sit, reflect, stern my face and find inflection
I could be gone, you would never know
I could be gone, you would never know.
Cough it off, hack it up until it worsens
Lay away, stay all night and lay the nurses
I hate it, but not as much as I feel empty
I’m empty
I could be gone, you would never know
I could be gone, you would never know.
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"It Was a Rose"
(words and music by H. Morris)Is this thing loaded or is it broken?
Is it ready for the road?
This we’ve encountered, is it a flower? Is it pretty? Is it a rose?
My higher power has counted the hours, in his kingdom bored as stone.
The devils a waiter, he won’t chase you, sits cross-legged, waiting at home.
Waiting at home.
Wait on, wait on for us to
Get gone, to get gone….
I should’ve listened, it was a good one, I was crazy and left alone
What I encountered, It was a flower, it was pretty, it was a rose.
Wait on, wait on for us to
Get gone, to get gone….
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"Yer' Circus"
(words and music by B. Senn)The trapeze man has fallen
The clowns have gone to bed
Yer' circus turned belly up
Broke its back against its debt
What fools we played to clap hands
For taming tigers tame
Our pulse, applause, adrenaline
For shaking out the names
Names drawn out of empty hats
Sketched lines of dirty faces
When what you see is what you get
Backstage is for the patrons
Leaders spy through soothsayer's eyes
In dark beyond the tents
All we see, our history
Just vapors from liars' breath
The air we breathe when we retreat
Disbanded on safe vacations
Is ten times removed, to thoughts we will swoon
From truth we expel occupation
It's our disease, this death will breed
It's blind asphyxiation
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"All The Angels"
(words and music by B. Senn)Dead stares and spite, Gaze across the line
Got to be the eyes with the upper hand
Cut like a knife, Bleed innocent life
Cover your lies and watch the bombs explode
Catch wind and sail, Breathe in the smell
Warm in your bed, watch their homes burn
Maybe you can sell, All the ugly details
Turning tricks in hell when you get there
This is not a white flag for you, no peace accord to read
I can't imagine, how do you sleep knowing all the angels
They are doomed to clean all your blood from the street?
Spread what your told, Black hearts black souls
Drink the bottle and throw it on the fire
Take what they have, If the devil he says
How could he be wrong, if you're just like him?
Overlook the signs, Know your place in line
Be a good citizen and shut the fuck up
Here, I got some news, Here comes the spoon
Your choices are few, your freedom's covered up
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"Start Me Laughing"
(words and music by H. Morris)Falling over on yourself
Raise my right again, but I’m left, I’m left, I’m left
Hanging on another boy
Waste my time again annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.
Mistakes start me laughing now
Choking, choking
I know I can barely hide it, I know I am so excited.
Falling often on your own
Raise my right again alone, alone, alone
Hanging on another boy
Waste my time again annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.
Mistakes start me laughing now
Choking, choking
I know I can barely hide it, I know I am so excited.
Falling often on your own
Raise my right again alone, alone, alone
Hanging on another boy
Waste my time again annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.
Mistakes start me laughing now
Choking, choking
I know I can barely hide it, I know I am so excited.
I know I can barely hide it, I know I am so excited
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"The News Underneath"
(words and music by B. Senn)Sanity is easy, relaxed, complacent
But the soldier shot twice quits keeping score
Child's eyes wild, innocent sight
Crushed and misgiven', presented for show
Tripped and betrayed, a fool for a play
A campfire raged as the shells hit the ground
Two fell as shots rang, three ran in line
Forever burned in the back of his mind
It's so easy for you all to put the low ones down
A quiet tongue don't mean they won't hear the sound
You got the devil's stare in a room of thorns
But they only prick when the heads are turned
I sing and I pray for fate to attain
And bring to my door a map and a clue
Of where you were, It's all sort of blurred
The day your heart gave up on you
You just see the ordinary, ain't got time to read
The news that's written underneath every article
Blind-sided by the weight of conscience in your head
Staring down the ones you meet because they try their best
The ink has dried, but you've skipped ahead
Is it all in your head cause you ain't got a heart?
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"Flesh-Colored Canvas"
(words and music by B. Senn)My vision's still blurred by the tricks that you turned
I danced and fell back
I laid open-eyed, drinking heart wine
Soaking in all that I lacked
A lover accused of standing abuse then
Turning and running the track
A pawn in the game that muses had made
Somehow I always attract
Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted
Aiming the path at a crash
Killing the time painting teeth with red wine
Spitting color to your back
A Pollock-like painting that don't keep you waiting,
The feeling bleeds out of a gash
Your cutting won't peel, the washing won't heal
The meaning however abstract
This is how I changed my mind
A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas
Emoting the sympathy left
Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head
Each for a sacrifice met
Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves
The sadness you caused and I kept
I tie it all in with a solid gold pen
A frame to make sure that it's felt
The medium bleeds but at least you can see
A mirror can reach to your back
It reminds you of me and what I stand to be
With obvious subtle attach
Lay on your side so it lasts a lifetime
Learn from this simple abstract
The painter has gone and you stand alone
Gone with the tip of my hat
This is how I changed my mind
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"Wrecking Ball"
(words and music by H. Morris)Here comes the wrecking ball
Don’t look like what I thought
Comes in takes all of us
Leaves us a cloud of dust
Oh, what it’s done for me
Has eyes but cannot see
I keep my straight face
Play dead right where I lay
Oh, so where to go? A quiet place I know
Get to my brothers place
Lights are off but I know my way
Oh, and look at him, he is sleeping
God knows he’s seen it all
Been hit by wrecking balls.
A walk over broken land
I found an armless hand
And though still I sit I still cannot resist
The way her legs are crossed
And the way her hair is tossed
And I like the way she talks
My little wrecking ball
Wrecking ball…
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"As Able, As Well" - [iTunes Bonus Track]
(words and music by B. Senn)Won't climb up, waive mast, shake flags
The weight of your noose lays a hundred pound bag
I filled it with "not", I filled it with "no"
All of the things you taught me to know
Hold close to grace, hold tight the glow
These, as it seems, always first to go
Washed by lies or fist or crown
Shame the rope's too high to touch ground
Time's as able as I am well
