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Empty Bottles And A Bag Of Dreams

by Street Corner Talking

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1.
Welcome people, to the dim-lit room where the heartache blooms and the fragmented chords of melodies loom. Where receptive eardrums of the crowd consume, all the ritualistic rhythms of this old blues tune. The slap of the bass strings hum in meditation and sailing sounds ride waves, cultivating orchestration. People mesmerised, stand immersed in adoration, for the puppet master’s work manipulates their palpitations. Then as saxophones shake wailing, spouting sore regrets, we embrace the guilty joys deep in our unconsciousness. Our exquisite torments drift like poisoned scents down the highway of veins into sleeping instruments. It is then when we truly awaken, connect, live, play and say… Minds elope, they’re free to flow Heart-beats slow, just let go Don’t be a robot, enslaved, follow suit and behave Don’t be a robot, dead-weight, storm the gates and seek change Don’t be a robot, a slave, breakaway and escape! So storm and swarm to where the street corner talking’s done Knee-deep in our vanity and far from home Deluded by the bright screens of our mobile phones Reassured we’re free, yet so enslaved and alone Running from the truth/reality, clutching all we own
2.
Hey there, I’m the voice that’s in your head Sent here, to bring you back from the dead Grab a gin, twist and spin, that’s the feel-good medicine Forget your sins, shed your skin, laugh louder and just sink the tins From the mundane I shall stray At all my stresses I now wave Hey friend, I see you’ve called on me again Seething, upon destruction your now pent Grab a pen, do your thing, transcend the realms of every man Strum your strings, dance and sing, dwell in your melodic medicine When the stones in my pathway A slave to my wage some might say Feeling down? You got to get back in the mood eel relief and let those dark thoughts rest in peace I will stray from all stress, and breakaway Take my hand and I’ll show you the way/ I will lead the way/ come with me and escape As I wonder through lifes maze And the dreams that I once chased For its enjoyment I now crave At all my stresses I now wave From the mundane I shall stray At all my stresses I now wave As I wonder through lifes maze And the dreams that I once chased
3.
Playground 03:47
The rattle of my mind’s cold shackles left me feeling enslaved A spindly fiend sold me a bag of dreams, and Said, go drift away Changing all that‘s usual Envisioning things beautiful Feel it honey, feel it coming around This town’s the devil’s playground This medicated society maintains we serve whoever reigns As advertising of the thunderous tyrants Meanders this money maze Changing all that‘s usual Envisioning things beautiful Feel it honey, feel it coming around Wailing patients flooding grim city pavements consume in a fear-crazed daze A vast facade of this free world behind bars Will burn in fierce flames Empty promises, a bag of dreams Both of these worlds have got a hold of me Empty bottles and missold dreams Both of these worlds have got a hold of me
4.
9-2-5 02:47
As I wake my mind it aches, I’m switched to zombie mode Then dress up in my three-piece suit that feasts upon my soul I’m alone, I’m alone I watch the train depart again thinking there go all my woes Then stumble to the tavern and buy a bottle for the road I’m alone, I’m alone I’m alone, I’m alone This 9-2-5 is eating me alive To the bottom of a bottle I will dive Dwell in drunken misery as demons gleam and gloat My strangled mind just cannot breathe and screams, “please, let me go!” I’m alone I’m alone This 9-2-5 is eating me alive To the bottom of this bottle I will dive The seeds are sown Sordid needs have grown Now I feel far from home Working for the weekend’s the trend This vicious cycle seems to have no end And the seeds are sown Sordid needs have grown Now I feel far from home
5.
It’s just.... Reins, chains and extortionate bills! With our briefcases and newspapers, empty pockets to fill We’re the vultures of a culture seeking menacing thrills And a nation who are racing falling head over heels It’s just.... Reins, chains and extortionate bills! With our work-times, deadlines and medicine pills Run to the station when it’s raining through the coldness and feel- That: pressure, debt and stress is now the run of the mill Faces stagnated where emotions concealed We spend three quarters of our life to acquire work skills Yet when our time is up, we’re to the cemetery wheeled. We pay the cost of the grave that we fill It’s just.... Reins, chains and extortionate bills! Never bite the hand that feeds us, it’s the way of the world We’re like fish in a pond, where we’re caught and then reeled Because we feast upon the pound that’s on the hook of ideals It’s just.... Reins, chains and extortionate bills! We’re manipulated by a system with its license to kill Where the depiction of a fortune in the mind is instilled Born free and taxed to death is the way of this world
6.
Gallop through the forest As the full moon swings on high Those antlers cast a silhouette Beneath the midnight sky His hungry hounds begin to howl The wind carries their cries A man reborn with rugged horns Swings a chain as he rides “The hunts begun, you better run” A hunter and a gatherer In mystery he’s steeped It’s said he saved the king And bore the brunt of a big beast, That gored and tore apart his flesh As Herne began to bleed, The kings-men knelt to say a prayer Beneath the old oak tree “The hunts begun, you better run” If you roam Windsor forest at night You might hear Herne the hunter as he rides The proud protector of the woodland cries “The hunt’s begun, you better run” Suddenly a wise-man came And fell right to his knees Carefully inspecting All the horrid injuries “Take these antlers, wrap them, Before he rests in peace” He tied them tight around his head Assured the blood would cease. “The hunts begun, you better run” A month passed by and Herne had healed The wise-man leapt with glee But Herne had lost all of his skills In hunting, forestry Depressed, confused Herne bore the noose And jumped right from the tree Few men said they saw him dead, Then he vanished magically
7.
The state patrol print a wanted poster of a dangerous man they just can't get close to I escaped the chains of the prison governor as the guards stood in wonder Running miles just so wild from their rifles with a smile Running miles through the wild from their fire with a smile As cunning as they come, I quickly shed my skin Beg, steal or borrow I just do it with a grin Running miles just so wild from their rifles with a smile Running miles through the wild from their fire with a smile I’m escaping, I’m escaping while the gallows await, I make my escape On the devil‘s bail some say I’m bound to suffer Still the wanted man who they can't get close ta Running miles just so wild from their rifles with a smile Running miles through the wild from their fire with a smile I’m escaping, I’m escaping I don‘t mind where I’m escaping, I’m escaping the gallows await, I make my escape
8.
If I were to walk this road again Of torturous towers grand ‘n grim Their perilous pathways would pull me in - Deceptive dens of oppression If I were to sign this contract, friend Would petty pretentious people grin? with my pockets lined so slick, I sink Where whirlpools spin, the fat cats swim Our shackled souls, are doused in fear Demons snarl, at mankind’s tears Punch the clock, that thief of time As our weeping mind’s feel the grind Weeping minds feel the grind, feel the grind
9.
City Circus 02:52
Welcome to the circus Where like lions we’re tamed, leap through hoops set ablaze for the praise So lost in the circus We’re the freaks they parade, people point laugh and gaze with no shame Cameras flash as the whips are cracked Unblinking eyes stare in wild surprise Revolt and start a new Or dance proud with the doomed It’s not just on me but it’s also on all of you So lost in the circus We’re like escapists in chains, hungry sharks circulate and just wait So lost in the circus We’re like acrobats high, as we defy laws and fly from this life Acts collapse as the whips are cracked Unblinking eyes stare in wild surprise Revolt and start a new Fuck dancing with the doomed Never slaves to these devils We’ll breakaway and do the dance of the rebels fuck being slaves
10.
War Machine 04:03
We’re all enslaved by this war machine Coaxing us to keep our faith Disillusioned by promises of protection From dreadful dangers said to come our way Destroyed by the fight, the homes, towns and lifes To those burnt alive there’s just no peace or care We can’t find peace It all fucked up Watch their news, twist what’s true When we’re all just puppets, victims, weak and doomed A storm brews, yeah it’s true And we’re all spectators who are force-fed news The monstrous mutter of machine gun rounds Muffles ceaseless screams of the town All the while a vile black smoke spirals Another body’s laid to rest in the ground
11.
I always serenade the city like I’m some sort of a prophet Singing, screaming, shouting but I mostly talk shit Some might say that I am mental, some say I’ve lost it But one things for sure “I aint no lunatic!” Chorus I ain’t no lunatic loopy, loco, unfit Lunatic They tell me that I’m crazy, look sedated and sick But one thing’s for sure, “I aint no lunatic!” I used to be an actor but I never got rich They had to keep reminding me to follow the script Speaking all my thoughts aloud, they told me “shut it!” But one things for sure “I aint no lunatic!” Chorus I ain’t no lunatic loopy, loco, unfit Lunatic They tell me that I’m crazy, look sedated and sick But one thing’s for sure, “I aint no lunatic!” They say “the lights are on, no-one’s home, he’s sick” Am I a lunatic? Some might say that I am mental and I’ve lost it Am I a lunatic? They tell me that I’m crazy, look sedated and sick Am I a lunatic? Speaking all my thoughts aloud, they told me “shut it!” Am I a lunatic?
12.
Walking through the city Guzzling my whisky Searching for a pretty nifty girl like you No stranger to your games Of dishing out fake names And numbers that are mumbled, jumbled like puzzles Cheeky in her ways, she gazed at me to say, “Let’s play” So I drink, fuck around, doing anything to unwind Trying to find my partner in crime now, baby But I’m kind of mindful of time And I don’t mind being alone Then, that conniving missy Whispered deeds so sleazy Something ‘bout a kinky-little move she knew Shesaid, “drop ya pants” and grinned “Our tangled limbs will spin” Dancing as we stumbled, crumbled, then chuckled She turned to walk away, zipped me up and praised, “well played” So I drink, fuck around, doing anything to unwind Trying to find my partner in crime now, baby But I’m kind of mindful of time And I don’t mind being alone Dizzy as I fell through the door Holding onto the floor I tried scaling the staircase When my phone began to roar A sexy pic, a video and she said “there’s more you know” Wasted but in the mood I had to bust a move When I got there feeling cool She was waiting fully nude “Come on in” she said and grinned, “our tangled limbs will spin”

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released January 22, 2017

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