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Ecce Beast

by Kill the Vultures

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Never for a breath of my invisible life Have I held ‘sacred’ as a ritual through these criminal nights 7th Street February bleeds pitiful sights Bar-hoppin’ clear over these continual fights Anything might help a brother in/brother out Cigarette hanging like a fish hook in my mouth Brother can’t walk how he walk when he’s walking down the block when it’s dark ‘Cause he look like a suspect Give me everything you Got- to get over I drink to the straight edge that can’t think sober If yer guzzling gasoline/ pet the machine Or spread-eagle out in some Arizona ravine Fire painted on your eyelids instead of your dreams Well it’s Nothing that the Congress Hotel ain’t seen Working-class-queen wears her hairnet crown Full of rubies, gold lace, sapphires on down Pennies in the tip jar make the same sound As the mop and the dustpan that harmonize now with Excuses from them useless two-bit clowns Ain’t nobody laughing at a sad, sad joke ‘Cause a bent spoke ‘round here will keep us all broke I’ve sat with a pole waitin’ for somethin’ ta bite But never for a breath of my invisible life Have I spoken with venom or ended a sentence with: “I ain’t the replica that you’re used to doing business with!” Shuffle the deck I'll give you 52 chances To pull five aces from my hands quick I'm Only good for a cheap thrill cashing in refills or killing my heat bills Suckin’ on smoke Runnin’ on free meals to conquer these steep hills Let’s see how between feels Busted and broke Rusted and old parts; antennas and bear hearts Grease for the axel rod and keys to the cattle prod Slangin’ fish bait on the corner like mix-tapes With Bow-legged Eddie so faded, can’t piss straight …Six days in car Don’t know how many more or where the fuck that we are Got them stars in your eyes like a Hollywood doubtful Dreamin’ ‘bout fame while they get paid by the mouth full Household of patient’s Household of living patient’s Out go the vagrants Out cold, you people waitin’ for what? A pat on the back, a kick in the shins? A trick or treat with no costume? a Thanksgiving grin? Drank rooftop gin while New York had no lights Something ‘bout the red rain ain’t rubbing me right
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In walks the bellhop snow blind and shell shocked One step from none left and six ways from cell blocked The wheel well rots in the pivotal year-Nearly fell off Your fears fall deaf on the criminal ear Subliminal steer of static sounds clear Now turn it louder than the panic ‘round here Plastic frown smeared on the presidential portrait It represents the portion of those hesitant to worship Blue and red lights scream louder than the sirens Cower in the silence or be showered in the violence Sour from the time spent counting fallen angels They ain’t dead, just tangled in the web wit all ‘em strangled Damn right the freaks come out at first faded light So hit me with your high beams or get out of my sight Apologies were stricken from the record ‘cause the quality was measured Peep the tall obscene that falls between the letters Bathed in a haze of the opiates we crave Save us from ourselves and our appropriated ways God bless the chemical rain I’m praying for the big sleep to lay me down easy Swing low, sing sweetly No pulse, pale eyes, can’t reach me With blurred vision, mouth full of fire, slurred diction Muffled sounds coming out the trunk via curb kissing Earth splitting bass shakes the neighbors awake You hear them car alarms barking like they been through an earthquake Go chase the demons to the riverbank Baptize ‘em til they stop movin/ it’s either swim or sank I seen a shimmer faint glimmer of light But that was way back when and now its only the night I swear that they talkin’ ‘bout me/ I hear them voices From the next room over/ good thing I ain’t sober Throw that chain lock on the door turn off them lights And pray to god that you stay outta mind, outta sight Radiator from hell shaking, spittin’ up steam Drunk cops on the rooftop blowing shots at the stream Caught in between the crosshairs and walking the plank And now I’m lost in the haze of the fog of the dream A single white rose slides under the door And we both bolt lightening while it thunders and pours Hunger for more its empty and you wonder what for Number the war and figure you can’t comfort a whore
Dirty kitchen floor epiphany no color included The others abused it specifically so love it or loot it Suffer the music/ interrogation room with a view Sit quiet while we figure out a new day of ruthless
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Spare Parts 04:49
On the banks of the river where its rank make you shiver when you see what washes up another unidentified figure/ Go figure that n’ slither back To where the hell that you came from then try to picture blacked out backgrounds Stackhouse burned down/ Turn ‘round Daddy needs a new pair of shoes and a new paramedic for this bruise scared pathetic from the news/ who’s that Looking in my mirror/ close your eyes, hold your breath and he won’t hear ya The dead take a few steps nearer to the animated afterlife They bled their sacrifice while alley cats Round up scraps of dead rats n’ pass the dice; disaster strikes Have a nice never no more/ tonight’s the night the light severs cold wars Like staletto’s so pure Rollin’ with a stolen cart hold my cards heavy cause I know them sharks in the oceans dark Waiting for some fresh meat to pull apart Watching the souls depart from the old folks home to children on the boulevard nothing but new bones to scar/ Face down, get down they Race ‘round the playground like greyhounds how you keep ‘em safe and sound? The day drowns in bulletspray sounds/ Walking on needles, pins, Syringe for the ego’s end/ you don’t need no friends/ I watch evil sins blend with the people’s trends/ The heat rolls in Ain’t a goddamn thing you can do about once it get in/ better make it your best friend You rock a shit-eating grin Now what’s so funny ‘bout a man that gotta choose between what’s right and money? Go hug tight your honey/ up-right and grumpy Bloodtype is touchy nocturnal up nights avoid sunlight I’m hungry so I’m hunting One thing done lead to a big Brickwall fuck a pitfall how’m I gonna get stuck and sit stalled with nothing but a rickshaw Five wooden nickels in my tip jar They throw me change for banging on a guitar while rollin’ by in big cars/ they must think that its hard/ But its no harder than rats chasin’ cheddar with go getter’s who know better n’ roll clever go stroke the gold lever Might hit the jackpot but Most likely I’m a see you back on the blacktop thinking you never seen a sweeter thing than asphault/ That’s all fine If you don’t mind walking a line between visionary and blind man holding up signs That’s not the wind blowin’ you down And out, you down the line/ you bound to find what they diggin’ out down in the mines Come rain, come shine, come hell or highwater I think I oughta but they tell me why bother/ might find me when the tide wash up Can’t think straight Walk with a heavy heavy heart Broke with the same old spare parts
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It was a real butcher job how they opened up my flesh And removed anything that moved in my chest At best the surgery was just an educated guess Segregated text documented regulated mess Classroom watched as they peeled back my stab wounds Under Fire light, Spanish moss and a black moon A half-hearted-healer sold me patience for a penny I was not in the right state to be in this city Whoever wrote the chapter on the digital disaster Must’ve smoked up something deadly from the dark side of the pasture Its captured its cornered don’t feed it or face it forward Just keep promising tomorrow while today is last weeks order Feel the fakeness slide through you like drive-thru food do you Yeah I watched it choke, man, I watched it croak what’s it to you? Speak up! My ear’s peaked; What you got to fear these Days are full of gear grease peddlers and low end theories Rock, rock on to rock bottomless Gangrene metropolis, Mainstream anonymous Rock, rock on to rock bottomless Empty out your pockets quick and tell me what the problem is Rock, rock on to rock bottomless Just cuz they talk that shit don’t mean you have to swallow it Extra, extra, the headline will cost you extra Truth costs even more cheddar; arm, leg, et cetera, et cetera Next up the rest of the festival of freaks Hear Capitol Hill confessions from a vegetable that speaks Trade your still-beating heart for a pill-eating mule Than thank the academy for forty acres and a pool Rise above, look out below when its time to flood Don’t try to hide the cuts now that the stars are lining up Boy these times are rough! Got rich men singing the blues In front of sold out stadium concerts full of the billionaires they blew Who knew that the day you agreed to eat a quarter- It’d rattle like a BB in a tin can and your eyes would roll back out of order Stagger; fall back; fade to black in the corner The day you sell the former the darkness will be waiting for ya California breathes gold dust as she slips into unconsciousness Exhaling fallen idols faster than she finds a god to kiss
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Signal to the brain interrupted; stutter, pull yourself together Flutter in my eye from the burning sky; toxins can’t be measured Watch what I say ‘round who ‘round here ‘cause nope, no you NEVER know intentions of the faceless, wasted replacements I CELEBRATE another day spent hunting footprints on the pavement Leading to the CAVES where the slaves went grabbed sharp rocks and engraved it Thank god that SOMEBODY saved it to pass it on to generation XY the fuck flex MUSCLES Underdeveloped and immature see the chest swell up 
TELL ‘EM I’m all gone no good to you now cash your chips and be out READ THE sign all wrong lit a smoke at the bar they started pushing me out No wonder got storm clouds the people been warned now but they was never TOLD HOW, and we was never listening- oh child didn’t mama tell you ‘bout the DAY when you’d have to man the fuck up stop being a punk what, what was that SPIT it up or give it up forever hold your peace; do yourself a favor and RELEASE cancerous teeth cramping your reach Keep ‘em spinning in their graves, tell ‘em Cherish my disease/ who’s first to be the last of a dying breed If thunder had no name you’d know it just the same ‘cause fear is in your VEINS And a thorn is in your side and a cramp is in your brain ‘Cause now you can’t DECIDE Whether to wrong your rights from the longest night Play it honest, right? Place it on your life SEE NO evil? Yes, evil do I see, hear, smell, taste, touch COMING from my own people? Yes, justice locked away until the gates rust But ’TIL THEY PLACE US where wild things bust and we buried face up I’m KEEP digging my way my way up out the dirt up out the hurt ABOUT TO BURST with a thousand words on the tip of my tongue and a song unsung HERO living out a shopping cart wouldn’t be so bad if you ain’t mock him hard Shed Dead Skin I’m a Shed Dead Skin I’m a Shed Dead Skin IN THE Red West Winds where you go to scatter ashes and you end up scattered past it Without that glimmer in your eye , without that limp in your step Without that blemish on your pride, without that whiskey on your breath I count steps from my government options Black suits, red ink, white ties Brown bags speak louder than the toxins, I’ll take my chances with a one-sided die Sunset smeared on my unchecked fears now my blood sweats tears That’s one less gear that my brain gotta grind And one less problem on my mind
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Manic mindstate pills feed Panic crime rate kills Eyes dilate; planet vibrates ‘n sits still Why wait ‘til the thumbs up greenlight? Dumbstruck, don’t seem right Still tryin’ to get they dump truck unstuck each night Cheap life sex sells half price damaged goods; beat wife Three strikes; caught you one mo ‘gain with that peace pipe; sleep tight Dirt bags are we; had me hooked from the first drag; I’m free Sold my birth tags now I curse at the street; lurk past the scene Work fast as thieves; bloodhounds turned loose after me Heard the news didn’t know which words to use; stashed the key Gravity shakes now/ broke loose, atrophy breakdown Point at what ain’t there/ blank stare, passively make rounds 7 mile pile-up; sitting ducks single-file; Stuck Car wreck; scarred flesh; the hard rest has defiled us Garbage in the wild dust blowing halo’s round the angels Harvest moon plays us all like puppets ‘fore the day folds Brain doesn’t work right/ trust what my gut says Sleep every third night/ search lights and suspects Our hands have earned stripes/ ‘X’s’ marked blood red Bonfires burn bright/ search lights and suspects Second hand smoke corodes the minute hand stroke Congested and broke/ orphans pray while the timid man chokes Mildew fills through black lungs/ shilouette still moves where the hats hung Tennants don’t last long here/ they all live amongst the last ones Marie tiptoes through the windows/ nightgown and oil lamp Tempting all the widows with symbols of the tinfoil tramps Suicide kings movin’ by/ even the bluest eye blinks Who am I? Thinks the fool/ wise man takes a drink in his stool and sinks My photographs are figures framed and fading I figure fame is waiting center stage where they got niggers chained, parading The liquor stains the painting/ old maids faint, arms flailing Look in the cage, winter fades/ Our daydreams are derailing The train goes sailing past with gray ghosts scaling back They feed the furnace hellfire/ well wired boxcars trailing last Reminds when the church bells first fell down into the nursery The earth swelled/ heard yells then silence was our virgin piece Rain-soaked paper read that the day closed with another plain-clothed cop holding heads over bridges by they ankles ‘til they drain cold blood from the same hole that he put in they frame where’d his aim go? Bleach in the shot glass watch me walk past/ talk trash/ down the hatch reach for the cash damn he shot back draws fast for a off-cat landrymat hustler with his mom’s name tatted on fat Stuck with a stiff hand ‘bout to fold in the face of the devil waiste deep in the quicksand Hit me with a proposition said I got to listen/ I’m a let you live and throw in a pot to piss in Ain’t a damn thing free what you want from me/ I already know it sure as hell ain’t gonna be cheap No alarms no surprises when he say that he want my soul even had the nerve to throw some dough behind it Up to my neck not much time left thinking ‘bout how the devil ‘bout to watch my death So what’s its gonna be light’s out or life now? I can give you anything you want if you run with me I said I made my mind up take my hand get me out this jam// don’t just stand there help me climb up Devil reached down/ pulled him in/yelled see you in hell/ watched him drown/ let him sink down
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credits

released April 9, 2009

Beats by Anatomy (Stephen Lewis)
Words written and performed by Crescent Moon (Alexei Casselle)
Guitar on Spare Parts by James Everest
Bass on Walk On Water by Liz Draper
Flute on Cherish My Disease by Tasha Baron
Violin on 14th Street Ritual by Wendy Ultan

Mixed by Mike Whitney
Mastered by Tony Dawsey
Artwork and Design by Michael Gaughan

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