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Misplaced (demo)
06:54
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Winds are blowing cold
Atmospheric change
I feel its weight
So many things I thought I knew
Are now unclear
The shapes look mostly the same
At surface glance
All seems unchanged
But the animating force behind
Has somehow been replaced, I fear
C1
Underlying sense
Of existential dread
Cannot quite nail down
The unease in my head
A spirit lost in space
I feel misplaced
Out of place
I feel misplaced
V2
I’m really not paranoid
But can’t deny what I feel
A constant background noise
It’s hard to find a common ground
When factions can’t agree what is real
C2
When all our dreams seem lost
Or somehow out of reach
We’re fertile ground for lies
Arcane conspiracies
Our pulses start to race
We feel misplaced
Out of place
I feel misplaced
In this place
<guitar solo>
Around the block again
Sad and baleful lament
Reaching out to hope
Another winter of discontent
Yet I hope for grace
I feel misplaced
Out of place
I feel misplaced
Lost in space
I feel misplaced
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In your darkened room
By the light of your screens
You mine that cyber gold
It’s an addictive thrill
All the racks of your machines
Suck that grid dry
With all that you control
You don’t count the cost
It’s all a game to you
Burn the planet down (with your funny money)
Power meter spinnin’ out of control
C’mon and wreck the world (with your funny money)
Careening recklessly into the black hole
Get the latest hardware
Quick planned obsolescence
Your waste piles to the sky
Toxic metal leaching
Recyclers can’t keep up
But what’s a few dead precious metal miners
And birth defects between friends?
Burn the planet down (with your funny money)
While the third world poor melts down your scrap
C’mon and wreck the world (with your funny money)
But what the hell, who gives a damn?
<gloomy solo section>
Burn the planet down (with your funny money)
Power meter spinnin’ out of control
C’mon and wreck the world (with your funny money)
Careening recklessly into the black hole
Burn the planet down (with your funny money)
Power meter spinnin’ out of control
C’mon and wreck the world (with your funny money)
Careening recklessly into the black hole
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Icy (FAWM track 6)
04:58
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<guitintro>
Icy moon
In an icy sky
Icy stars
Pass icily by
Icy wind in
Icy trees
Icy icicles on
Icy eaves
<guitar>
Icy roads
Icy walks
Icy paths and
Icy stalks
Icy forest
Icy lake
Icy rocks
Surface breaks
<guitar>
Icy voices
Icy songs
Icy strings on
Ice guitars
Icy room
Icy stare
Icy silence
You’re not there
<guitar>
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Darn plow truck clogged the driveway again
Temp is hittin’ 10 below
Got no snowblower so the shovel it is
Where am I gonna put all this snow
Got done and wandered on up the street
To where the neighborhood coffee flows
I could bitch and moan but what is the point
I’m bundled up tight
So I’m feelin’ alright
Chorus:
Grab a shovel gather round
There’s snow all over this town
My back’s gonna be hurtin’
But I guess it could be worse
Raise a mug give a hand
To this winter wonderland
Chug a coffee, cider or a beer
This place is pretty this time of year
Went to the country to a favorite park
To get some pictures of the scenery
Took in the silence and took a bunch of shots
‘Til the cold killed my battery
Life in Wisconsin can sometimes be tough
Sometimes not for the faint of heart
But the driftless land can utterly steal your breath
And pierce your soul just like a dart
Chorus
<guitar solo>
Chorus
Repeat chorus
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Another one gunned down
Another one run down
Wasn’t doing anything wrong
Wrong place
Wrong time
Shoot first think later
Facts just don’t matter
To the structures of power
Wrong skin
It wears thin
No matter how hard you try
They scream reach for the sky
It’s never good enough for them
Step the tiniest bit out of line
System says your life is mine
Another knee on another neck
Can’t hide it
Deny it
Avoid it
Just want to scream
Can’t feel safe
Can’t catch a break
Still the reality
STILL. CAN’T. BREATHE
Can’t run
Away
Speak or be silent
Don’t mean a thing
They beg
They plead
Nothing happens
STILL. CAN’T. BREATHE
People say we’ve made progress
But I’m not buyin’ that mess
News feed chock full of exceptions
Isolated incident?
Yeah right
Talking heads so clueless
Believe their own BS
Face the truth or nothing will change
Justice can’t be
Just us
No matter how hard you try
They scream reach for the sky
And are aghast when you dare to take a knee
Step the tiniest bit out of line
They’ll just invent a new crime
Or turn a blind eye to the vigilantes
Can’t hide it
Deny it
Avoid it
Just want to scream
Can’t feel safe
Can’t catch a break
Still the reality
STILL. CAN’T. BREATHE
Can’t run
Away
Speak or be silent
Don’t mean a thing
They beg
They plead
Nothing happens
STILL. CAN’T. BREATHE
Don’t just say all lives matter and turn away
Inactions betray the words you say
Do you really want all these chickens
Coming home to roost….
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They arrive, desperate
souls fleeing
The horror of war-torn land
All that they had
All that they dreamed
Was wrenched right from their hands
They come in search
Of just a chance
To make a better life
But now they’re forced
To be torn apart
How can any of this be right?
Inhuman travesty
It’s not how things should be
Shattered lives
Dashed hopes
Nightmares - the nights so sleepless
Stolen humanity
The demagogues are restless
They’re sharpening their knives
They paint the victims as the villians
A threat to all our lives
But all their propaganda
Only serves to dehumanize
These sojourners among us
Are we deaf now to their cries?
Inhuman travesty
It’s not how things should be
Shattered lives
Dashed hopes
Nightmares - the nights so sleepless
Stolen humanity
(guitar solo over roaring organ shit)
Inhuman travesty
It’s not how things should be
Shattered lives
Dashed hopes
Nightmares - the nights so sleepless
Stolen humanity
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Businessman
Lord, you better weep and moan
Your great avarice
Lord how much it’s grown
You start wars
In the name of black gold
Displacing helpless millions
Who now have nowhere to go
You’re pilin’ up that cash
Leaving misery in your wake
You’ve gotten fat
Off all the filthy loot you take
Scorched earth and wreckage
You don’t care how many people die
You and your boardroom stock market day tradin’ uniform of death
Your suit and tie
Chorus:
You think your money’s gonna make you whole
But just what can you trade for your soul?
You gonna hang yourself by your tie
Shovin’ that camel through the needle’s eye
Businessman
You gonna wail and cry
You keep searching for
Another ‘hood to gentrify
No thought for all
The innocents you displace
Your lust for nothin’ but profit
Is just a damn disgrace
Chorus
Solo
Repeat Chorus
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Todd Phipps Mount Horeb, Wisconsin
I'm a Hammond organ player and multi-instrumentalist from Mount Horeb, Wisconsin. I play in multiple rock, blues, and funk projects in the Madison WI area and occasionally produce some of my own music, which you will find here. Enjoy and thank you for listening! ... more
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