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FCKING BRKLYN

by Harris Trucks

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My baby mama's husband is crazy and I don't know why. He don't deserve to live so I guess he'll have to say goodbye. Move in with my girlie, terrorize the neighborhood. Policemen come to my house, they tell me that I'm being rude. They want to find me, too bad they haven't looked. they try to chase me, I guess I've got some luck. They'd like to own me, I know they're never going to buy. They can not find me, because they haven't looked. No need to chase me, I'm stepping short on foot. They want to ask me, I know they'll never ask me why. Run around the country, pretending that I got a job. Drag a trailer 'hind me that I stole from the old U-Haul. Somehow I feel special cause I'm smoking when I'm waking up. What a pseudo-rebel, cliché line, "Let's tear it up!" They want to find me, too bad they haven't looked. they try to chase me, I guess I've got some luck. They'd like to own me, I know they're never going to buy. They can not find me, because they haven't looked. No need to chase me, I'm stepping short on foot. No one behind me, you know that's always been my style... Morning beverage, Mickey's twist-off. Out the window, look out for highway cops. Throw me where you want me! You keep a mystery. This hide-and-seek is lonely, when it's only me. They want to find me, too bad they haven't looked. No need to chase me, I'm stepping slow on foot. No one behind me, you know that's always been my style... Some people want to be left all to themselves, others will tell you, "You dish it out, what sells!" You build an army, could end up mutiny, I'll always tell you, not much of anything; My baby mama's husband is crazy.
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Picking poison ivy petals, swallow spiders' sweet excuse, forget the best to rot with strangers, cinch the noose around the root. We'll see what side you're on, we'll see how far you go, when you're out of control. We'll see how far you go, we'll see what side you're on, when I'm dead, dumb, and dead, dumb, and gone. Fuel the fire, yeah, fuck the flame, bathe my eyes in blackened smoke, taste the tiger's claw with my tongue, jump rope with the devil's work. We'll see what side you're on, we'll see how far you go, when you're out of control. We'll see how far you go, we'll see what side you're on, when I'm dead, dumb, and dead, dumb, and gone. Like a long wave, breaking over time, curl up at one end to tumble crashing down. Pull my thoughts back out to sea, and drown them in the foam, my passion's wanderings have taken me too far from home. We'll see what side you're on, we'll see how far you go, when you're out of control. We'll see how far you go, we'll see what side you're on, when I'm dead, dumb, and dead, dumb, and... My rescue's all my own, I don't need anyone, don't need none, not no one. My rescue's all my own, I'll be deaf, blind, and dumb, at least I'll know what side I'm on.
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I'm no good. You can tell by the scars where the fires have spent all the virtue, trying to survive as my animal side gnaws away. I confess, only half of the half that can strip half my secrets away, from my skin, all the lies shining through, all the bullet holes left from within. This rain keeps coming down, that means I'm going out. I'll never return here to see you, to see you again. Shaking and sweat it out, I need some shelter now, I close my eyes I can not shake you, shake your image out. Desire wait for no one to breathe. I try but I fear I won't succeed. Barn houses stand next to evergreens. They know that time destroys everything. I'm no smart, you can tell by my footsteps that lead me right back to the start of it all, head loose and rolling just waiting around for the fall. I confess, only half of the half that can strip half my secrets away, from my skin, all the lies shining through, all the bullet holes left from within. So wait, wait, wait, just wait, wait, wait... Wait, til I see you, we can organize the mind. It is so overwhelming, living it up while we're laying it down on the line, no good, you can tell by the scars you can tell by the scars you can tell, and the virtue, trying to survive as my animal side gnaws away.
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Dead Wrong 04:30
Rubber gloves on, to keep the hands clean, who'd have guessed something look so kind turn out so mean, like a mean machine. I try to keep it, keep it at bay, thing I learned is you never get your own way, no way. You could kill happy right now, screaming your eye-streams clear out. Late night and smokey, he won't be your darling, thrash, thrash, is queuing up, you know positively... You're dead wrong, you're so off, you're awfully wrong. You're dead wrong, bout it all, bout it all. If you could watch and listen just for once, finally learn what's going on... You're dead wrong, about it all, and you don't even know. At an arm's reach, my thoughts to you are, wrap me super-safe around this field, not getting far, razorwire or barbed. Imagination, it gets the best of... Watch the flames rise high, all that we worked hard for, and that's hard to ignore. Over and out, you see, it's over and out, one more chance that you can't fight, I see, I can't see it, anymore, this sound. Honesty needs not a filter to breathe, cover-up covers not a thing on me. Identify, identify, identify. You could kill happy right now, screaming your eye-streams clear out. Late night and smokey, he won't be your darling, tied down and jerky, you know he's not working, laid-down and jaded, you know he's your baby, thrash, thrash is queuing up, you know positively... You're dead wrong, you're so off, you're awfully wrong. You're dead wrong, bout it all, bout it all. If you could watch and listen just for once, you might just finally learn what's going on... You're dead wrong, about it all, and you don't even know. You're dead wrong, so wrong, awfully wrong. You're dead wrong, bout it all, bout it all.
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Look out, just when you thought it's safe, it all comes round to even you all out. Say ouch, but no one will hear, scream all night and still you're going to starve. How'd it get so hard? Summer soon, I'm sleeping in the park. The world's final skidmark on my heart, the world's final stamp on this man. Look out, just when you thought you're high, it all comes round to sink you to the ground. You can say ouch, but no one will hear, kick and scream and still you're going to drown, how'd we get so down? Don't you know that, every little time that you're down you climb up? And subsequently... Every little time that you up, you back down? Well, call it auto... You observe that there's a pattern here, precisely, nothing's happening, say, "I can be taught to survive," I can be taught to survive, I can be taught to survive, I can be, why'd it get so hard? Summer soon I'm sleeping in the park. The world's final skidmark on my heart, the world's final stamp on this man. I can be forced to survive.

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released February 1, 2011

Jason Brandt Harris - Vocals, Guitar
DJ Baron - Drums
Simon Koo - Bass (2, 3, 5)
Jeremy Bletterman - Bass (1, 4, 6)
Mark Forlenza - Guitar (1)

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