Stone Bull

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released July 13, 2013

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Track Name: Stone Bull - Tycho
All of us famous, all of us clean
Our dreams will be real now, and our lives will be dreams
All of us central, none of us caged
We’ll rage against labels now, a machine against rage
Shit damn, I will lead you, when I get my shit together
Smoker, actor, drunken dancer
Tycho Brahe was the master.
Shit damn, we used to be
Some of us were dumb enough to buy it
Smokin’ rolled-up maple leaves
Some of us were dumb enough to try it
A generic voice is sighing
You know it’s not your fault
But you’d derelict your duty
To admit my guilt
See, I was charged to care for this
This secret God had sculpted with
To wreak upon the world
She fell before she knew
Shit damn, we used to be
Some of us were dumb enough to buy it
Smokin’ rolled-up maple leaves
Some of us were dumb enough to try it
Hanging down in Trenchtown
You went swimming in the sea
And God was mad
Among the clouds
Many faces could be seen
You feel the giant fingers
Of undines who swim below
But the devils in your head now
Will tell you where to go
Shit damn, we used to be
Some of us were dumb enough to buy it
Smokin’ rolled-up maple leaves
Some of us were dumb enough to try it
Track Name: Stone Bull - over this thing
Some people
Drive Lexus
But large soda and drink it
Brick patios
And a woman
And grandstand Fenway tickets
Don’t know how they got it
But they’re smiling
Even sometimes when they’re working
I’m trying
But there’s no result from my thinking
‘cause I’m held up, holding on
Can’t get over this thing, can’t go up or around
You see I’m held up, holding on, can’t get over this thing
Can’t go up or around, round, round.
I said woman,
You know what I need
She said you earn it, you don’t get it
Stay away from me
I asked the foreman
Raise me a dollar or two
He said: you punch in late
March out early, what I’m gonna do for you?
I said: hey Jesus
You know I’m feeling confused
You know I really could use your instruction
He said come on man, we’ve been over this thing
Not get back in the ring before I slap you
Mumbled something ‘bout how I never learn and he left me
I’ve been saying some prayers to some gods but the gods don’t respect me
‘cause I’m held up, holding on
Can’t get over this thing, can’t go up or around
You see I’m held up, holding on, can’t get over this thing
Can’t go up or around, round, round.
Track Name: Stone Bull - rise from your bed
instrumental
Track Name: Stone Bull - wait
Hey beauty
I’ve been wrong
Making it up as I go along
Well I feel like I’m beginning
Hope that you’ll be with me in the end
Do some things last forever? Well everything takes too long.
Wait for me.
Wait for me.
Hey beauty, I’ve been wrong
Making it up as I go along
The fog cleared away and I saw you
I’d be a fool
If I did not try again
Do some things take forever?
I know wisdom takes too long.
Wait for me.
Wait for me.
Track Name: Stone Bull - missouri breakdown
Well I woke, said the song has got to be born
But no instrument to guide me
So I went down the stairs and I laced them again
And put my bootheel through the tv
Well it was lined with bitches to the left of the street
And the right side teemed with bastards
But all the gangsters took their hats off to show some respect
When they saw what I was after
Now the punk at the stand n’ lean hopped in the back
Before I walked up to the counter
So I rang myself up for some jerky and coke and took a quarter roll in each hand
Well the blues guitar shop was a block from the club
Up by the parking lot there on ninth street
And mister jeff stood up, said can I help you son
Then my right hook took him off his feet
Well he never said something while I looked around
‘cause he knew I was a man of means
So I stood up on a chair, got a Gibson down
And rolled a Kustom amp into the street
Are you following the story line? I’m feelin’ fine today
Are you hanging home and killing time? Gave up my mind today.
Well I choked that guitar and I made it scream
Until you can’t tell the notes from the sirens
And there was blood on my hands from a slap or a fret
And my strings were still singing for violence
Now all the young girls were scared as they watched me play
But I knew they’d think about me later
I saw a cop coming close like a man with a net
Who is trying to sneak up on a tiger
It took four or five men
Felt like I was afire.
Are you following the story line? I’m feelin’ fine today
Are you hanging home and killing time? Gave up my mind today.