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Crow In Corn's Clothing

by Carpal Tullar

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Introduction 00:18
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Look here it comes Watch you sweat cold and freak out as it's sauntering in Run for the hills cower in fear in the hole that it's driven you in Eight thirty in five o'clock out yeah it seems a lot worse than it is Wait for it to come wait for it over and over and over again For the crow in corn's clothing is watching and crowing
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January February Marchuary April May June July A gust of wind blew his head by Sow September reap October darken over Return the sender cheat November I can't dismember Rolling omen holy Roman Serotonin January faith on the prairie Safe and scary hollow Insurrection hastened election Wait defect to follow Soaked and sorry face in the quarry Moonless starry bellow Broke direction aching rejection The blackness'll get you all All these books of vampires have made me One confounded fellow Sanctuary open but wary The space to carry one Stave infection safe vivisection The rainbow connection set my direction Rolling over old terra nova The stakes have over grown Drawn and quartered Every direction go the bluntly parted Go the bluntly parted
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Ranchero 03:34
Jose Felip Monteban Would have been wandering on To find his sweet Rosana But now he won't ever roam He only clings to his home Like to a ripe banana Ranchero, Ranchera All alone and set in motion Indisposed to sad devotion Ranchero, Ranchera In between them only prarie Looking out but sedentary
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Flow 03:26
In my mind I hear a Bobwhite crow And the treetop pipers as they blow But in real life I know that it's not so It's just the off-white noise as people flow And how they flow and how they flow How they block out my light and make me low And how they flow and how they flow And how they take my fight my how they flow I might like to watch a sunset glow I may survey white iris as it grows But in real life there something I still know It's just the endless fight as people flow And how they flow and how they flow How they block out my light and make me low And how they flow and how they flow And how they take my fight my how they flow At this height if I held my head right I wouldn't see them filing out below Though in that light I'd find a welcome sight In real life I only see the flow I might like to watch a midnight show Or to soak up the lights at night that glow But in my mind the only place I go Is far away from places that they flow And how they flow and how they flow How they block out my light and make me low And how they flow and how they flow And how they take my fight And saturate my light They're packing in too tight Keep me awake at night From every left and right And with no end in sight How they take my fight and how they flow And how they flow and how they flow How they got in my life I'd like to know And how they flow and how they flow And how they take my fight my how they flow
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Trebuchet 02:45
I cut the tip of my finger off While making Teryaki sauce While boning chicken A grandiose vision graced my thought No one pays attention to my culinary vision But they just may pay attention to my thought And if they didn't They'd be forbidden to watch Some men need to see their wives in lingerie Some men need to play their limits out All I need is money for a trebuchet And I intend to see my vision through Now that you've all waited patiently To find what my design is all about You'll watch in wonderment at my ambition And my machine will throw a cow
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Tribute Band 04:31
They played The Doors like no one else heretofore They were almost better than The Doors themselves Beneath that sweat-soaked linen smock, solid rock They gave everything they got from the real Doors Look over there, old purple hair, cheap folding chair Dancing toddlers on the fresh Black Mountain Lawn This one's for the tribute band The fruit that's fallen closest to the tree can't be lost, no it can't be lost Just stoked for the tribute band who sweetly serenade me with the past can't be wrong No it can't be wrong and it won't be deferred Once in every while they harmonize with ancient spirits in my world They played Led Zeppelin like no other to be sure I could have sworn that girl was Robert Plant himself But when she belts out Tangerine No one sees in her the geniuses her predecessors were Except me and them This one's for the tribute band The fruit that's fallen closest to the tree can't be lost, no it can't be lost This toke's for the tribute band who sweetly serenade me with the past can't be wrong No it can't be wrong and it won't be deferred Once in every while they harmonize with ancient spirits in my world They played Black Sabbath to a T I could swear I faintly heard them digging Ozzy Ozbourne's grave Though no one's ever covered me that I know It's just the demons in my head say it's time we covered them And this one goes out to the tribute band The fruit that's fallen closer to the tree can't be lost, no it can't be lost Just stoked for the tribute band who sweetly serenades me with the past can't be wrong And it has to be done and it just won't be deferred Once in every while they harmonize with ancient spirits in my world
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When infrastructure fails you could be hard pressed to get what you want But know when all is said and done you leave it at home. Maxine rising up do you see eyes in the back of her head It could be worse but she'd be dead and we'd be alone Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads When in this day and age it seems your worth is what you've physically got Why is she not more distraught how can she be whole 'Cause some still say it is but look behind it's decidedly not When all your backs and legs are shot she'll be on roll Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads
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Landslide 03:55
Sunset breaks in a midnight run He don black trench coat And black Chucks Mind is weak but will is strong He lack lackluster He's gone goth And you can go anywhere As long as I say you can I've got direction Next thing you know it's gonna happen again I got a bad thought stuck in my head I got to bottle it in there Landslide it's generational On the nights you're gone Where do you go where do you go I've got a bad sign on the chance you know On the chance you know Got to look for it again I think I know where it been and I've got a bad sign I've got a bad side He's so happy slipping into deep despair For the sake of rejection His scent strong His gaze is infinite Suicide YouTube video clip To denigrate and to formally cast all of his enemies off Landslide it's generational On the nights you're gone Where do you go where do you go I've got a bad sign on the chance you know On the chance you know Got to look for him again I think I know where he's been I've got a bad sign I've got a bad side Landslide it's elevational When you're dark enough How do you know, how do you know I've got a bad sign it's creeping up I've got a Bad sign I've got a bad side Landslide it's going to open up Though the lights are on There's nobody home nobody home I've got a bad sign On the chance you know
10.
Don Quixote 04:12
Don Quixote was a famous actor Should I say union civil war reenactor He was a socialite when he was out to fight He led an army like a mighty tractor Don Quixote was a famous actor Sherrah, sherrah Rocinante was a comely villain Who headed up the phoney yankee killin' And who had lost the fight And who to Don's delight Set an example for the bold and willin' Rocinante was a comely villain Rocinante didn't like at all who Don Quixote was, who he was But by then a southern wind had wafted her scent through the air Don Quixote caught a whiff of heaven It got his one-horsepower motor revin' Though he knew how to lead a horse to water He also knew she might Find him a sightly sight Don Quixote knew the ways of battle He slightly shifted underneath his saddle If he could only part the flank behind her Every time he'd wind behind her a mighty voice inside him Cried a call for action When she recoiled beside him he knew that It would take more than a famous actor, actor, sherrah Don Quixote knew the way to get it Was simply to sneak up behind and take it He was a ghost at night And in the pale moonlight He stole into the barn behind her And with a hoof on either side he backed her And so begat another famous actor Sherrah
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He fought in a war He learned a lesson he'd never forget He wrote a letter to agent orange That said he'd never be blue again Making good time leaving nothing behind He cut a swath from the past to the future He fought in a war but not anymore He fought in a war He told me it was the worst it could get But why was it that I could I see nostalgia In his face in place of regret Made the enemy run he fought and he won Unleashing a wave of insufferable horror He fought in a war but not anymore And never again Most of us who've lived and wandered on the Earth are underground They lift and haunt the rest of us who wander on And now they're holding the key to elevation right under ground Most of us who kill are in between the living and the dead And when they stop it's easier to start it up again And now they're holding the key to devastation louder than sound Bob Birch waving a flag to be flown his old and boney hands hold alone Bob Birch loading the pipe that he holds his old and boney hands hold alone Bob Birch watches the shades of blue and white tossing the day into a night And now he needs therapy Now he's got a Mustang semi-loaded he's addicted to drugs He's a cripple and sore doesn't vote anymore And he's letting his nails grow out It doesn't take a detective to be governmentally funded He's a bit of a slack He must have doubled in size and he'll live 'til he dies And he ain't coming back He fought in a war He learned a lesson he'd never forget His alma mater guerilla warfare His founding father a life of regret He fought in a line leaving nothing behind He could have walked from the past to the future But he fought in a war but not anymore He's useless again
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Now that Sam Querenieche's bust Is underneath a stockpile of ancient dust And now that all the Disher Street days are gone And buried under 32 suburban lawns Did you expect to hear a ballad about us I never saw a virtue in the obvious I didn't mean to circumvent but it's how my initial vision went I sang about The Late Fred Frazier Band Uncovering a dead guy behind the man And though 2004 has come and gone It hadn't come to him yet when he moved on When I found the black magic in my blood I knew I'd have a bit left when I got done And though I'm bleeding out I only want to keep my outside out When the winter's in tact hold spring for the summertime When we're moving too slow trade places with fall When you ask me what it is I'll tell you what it's not So every time you hear about my wicked head You should think about the better side I left unsaid And if you feel rejected from what I've not done I'll tell you there's another one where that came from But here we are in tact like a solid rock That didn't need the mercy of the obvious But know when I get done and when there's only room left for one I'll make the last number about us

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released January 5, 2012

All songs written, arranged, performed, and recorded by Chris Tullar in Swannanoa, NC. Fiddle on Don Quixote performed by John Cockman of Boone, NC

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