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Dash Rash Tattoo
02:54
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Keeping it crass living it loud
Blazing with glee Distorting the order
Dash Rash Tattoo lets go bolder and harder
bleed break bruise Say it louder and prouder
crash flash flame hit it faster and then a coked bird
sky fly aviate going higher and farther
Slap the Sheltered Mock at what’s safe
Anticipate peril no need for a cure
A pompous dace to a thousand DB
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Verse 1:
A detailed man who keeps things to a thousands of an inch
Who’s mother died young and harsh by cancers graze
With a fibbing sibling that’s acute as a broken light bulb
Mr Jon Patrick your heart is about to give out
Chorus 1:
The plates are engraved and the signs have been hung, it’s time to head home and go drink.
A godless man that has no time for mirth, can’t even lay down and just nap
Trust is a cost which he can’t afford, funds have grown quite dry
Reading the news and predicting its doom he always know when there’s dolor
Verse 2:
He’s a workin Man’s poem of selfless dedication
But the powers are callous and they threw him with no remorse
Now he plays lottery and waits at the local coffee shop
Mr Jon Patrick Satire Is what your life’s about
Chorus 2:
plastic has been cut perfectly squared, the sign man knows what’s plum
Sitting at home with contempt by his side hoodlums best be aware
Fable of a man aptitude broad accomplishments could’ve been boundless
But fate was vile and got the best of him
Now he will perish lonesome
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The Bier In My Hand
02:48
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Verse 1
The bier in my hand, so precious to me
No need for pills to help me sleep
Intoxication, sings so sweet
Chorus 1
Awkward walks fumbling talks distracting all of me
Blissful panic always manic avoiding everything
Defective structure in bad weather hiding from within
Breathe stale air up muddy stairs stumbling at a slow pace
Verse 2
My hand tremble harsh every time their barren
A dry is disarray which I’ll never be
In solidarity with a bier in my hand
Chorus 2
never disparage even if I’m to blame
It hurts to think now, I need a bier right away
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Funny In A Offbeat Way
04:02
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Buddy are you funny in a offbeat way
Tulsa in your pocket when we need to escape
Stapling the sheets when we need to nap
Floating in a barrel smile down a waterfall
Maybe what you see is what we should all feel
Taking a step back and embrace life’s quirks
Maybe it’s us who need to evaluate
The actions we take and learn from you
I know souls who need a visit from a man like you
Draw them a picture or two, show them a smile or three
You’re as unique as they come, calmness in a world of wrong,
Flourishing when others would run. Not ashamed for being far out
Buddy are feeling better then the rest of us
Performer in circus with an everlasting trust
Finding your love & wedded at the funny farm
Squid sandwich makes a nice little lunch
Someday they’ll see how divine it is to be
Fruitful with bliss careless about oddities
Someday we hope, to feel the way you do
Never timid and nurture strayed lifes
Please will you hold their hand, when the time will come,
an eventual but natural of light shuttering out
Please don’t let them go, thinking that they’re alone, wipe away their tears, turn their dread to peace
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He is an ace sharing his life for a fee
She is a dame powdering her face for those to see
They live in a place where smugness is always allowed
And there is no way you my look upon them with a frown
Drive your car and wave you hands to the town
Prideful lust for self love
Around and around goes the chant
Beauty and elegance for the win
prideful lust for self love
He is the swain that we should all revolve around
And now is virtue with adoration
She’s divine and a beautiful product
And if she laughs the world will dance
Smile fierce and pierce the hearts of jealously
Prideful lust for self love
Around and around goes the chant
Beauty and elegance for the win
Prideful lust for self love
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Verse 1
In the southern part of town
Is the hills of a great mystique
Beauty and charm arise
But narcan falls like rain
The folk work hard for means
Proud of the fields they see
Adolescences drear
Spoiling the grass and trees
Chorus
Sorrow in the air
But enchantment at its core
Needles is what some bare
But damage for everyone
Verse 2
Sky azure of grace
A ferry of much allure
Tormented by a price
Of leisure with no remorse
Arcadic divine abode
But tainted by gluttony
Thats why the land is called
The Hills of a great mystique
Chorus 2
Creatures of much despair
Creatures of much delight
Turmoil agitates
Tranquility comes at a price
Bridge
Flourish serenity
Bestow to Forestry
Surrender the skulk
Diminish your faults
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7. |
Paralyze My Hands
04:03
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Verse:
Please paralyze my hands
From trembling like I am
Floundering into desolation
Your eyes define a way of life
By daunting those who stare
As you say contradiction
Chorus:
Compell me to embrace
The sensual side of pain
When creedance crushes
Then is too late
Delay me in a flash
It seems too late
To figure out what it is with you
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Glance at the fields they glisten with muck
Bewildered by they earth
Frolic with fright dancing with panic
Walk along the burnt trees
Kicking the leaves abrasion from its furry
the mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
look at what we’ve done to you
Swimming in seas sickened by grief
Vengeance from above
Gardens go miles covered in bile
We did this to ourselves (x3)
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Orphan He Is Now
02:49
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He ounce had a close family
Everything was so nice
7 honest people
Living in a house for 5
Hollidays and summers
Provided plenty of smiles
But nothing lasts forever
Roses will eventually die
Sister left, younger brother is an addict
Leaving him behind
Parents are dead older brother is manic
An orphan he is now
Humdidalye
As an Adult he was awkward
Living the best he could
Finding solace through music
Sheltering his feelings
First he was timid
To bestow his heart
But he yearned for a family
One that he ounce knew well
Friends got married and he tried the same
But it didn’t work out so well
Ex wife cheated and lovers fled
Taking all of his pride
Humdidalye
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10. |
Being Nice
03:19
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Comfort their pity
impaired to see vain
forfeit your bliss
hopeful for grace
bleeding self pride
for others ease
a fool for believing
that kindness will strive
Helpfulness and gentleness
gives
harshness
that’s barbarous
bitterness owns me
look at what of I become
desolate and fragmented
giving my mirth absurdly
Endure their gripe
forgoing shame
coin the fib
fabricated joy
growing too plan
scoffed by kin
plead for change
it seems too late
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11. |
Eerie Little Place To Be
05:42
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Verse 1
The bottom stair an eerie little place to be
Air so aged zest-less pungent smell
Flickering glow teasing the fragile eye
Ponder about how long it will last
Chorus 1
Aghast to shiver and find a way out
Bewildered and ashamed for falling
Refrain 1
Ghastly flails as wind wales
Verse 2
Basement stead phantasms all around
Frozen scared daunting angered sounds
Desperate to motion to the light
Desirous of wanting to arise
Chorus 2
Banishment, cease to wake up
Petrified jolts, panic stricken howl
Refrain 2
Infinity, so it seems
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12. |
My Stunning Actions
04:31
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Rush me to surprise me
rush to the place where the conversation is held
and all my thoughts can become a potent phrase
and they will make me a god the greatest of them all
and Saturday evening has become what few believed
it will be a symbol of disbelief
it shall form into a change when I can leave behind
my stunning actions and say it was a great day
Ill try not to intrude you
That would be crucifying my intelligence
Still I must unwind
All of my delicate threading
So let me asunder
And coat every flailing grace
Come with me
to the pathway that leads into jubilation
and you can thank me with conformity
salvation was delayed but don’t dismay
because I am here and I have your verve
follow the light but don’t ask why
and smile a lot for everyone to see and spite
voices shake and legs will tremble when life plays out
my stunning actions in a daze
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Vera's Son St. Louis, Missouri
Vera’s Son is a music project by a graveyard shift working song-man
Vera's Sons New Album, Madaford Mélange, is years of compositions coming to fruition through vision, effort, and insight.
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