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1.
(free) 03:02
Jackie's on his back The lights are bright like golden spikes in iron tracks And all the while, smoke is pouring from his stack As a Cadillac peels out in the grass He's chewing up his chops He's always running 'round in circles through the crops He dropped his darling at the bottom of the pops I guess he's taking back his god-given ass You're the apple of his vacant stare And when he opens his mouth All you hear is dead air Old Jackie's on his back, and one day Jack Is gonna be on your back, too Jackie's on his knees He reaches up and gives the cloud of smoke a squeeze The world's a beast, and he is sucking off the fleas As his pompadour is coming unglued La-di-da, he starts to sing He loads a hollow point bullet in a sling He slips a wedding ring on to the raven's wing And then drips a drop of vampire food Finally, he stands He's got a pair of pink tarantulas for hands He ties a tourniquet to something in his pants And pulls an eagle-foot bouquet from his coat But when he turns to toss it, he slips He shuts his eyeballs and he flaps his bony hips A hazy shadow sort of locks on to his lips-- That's the devil blowing smoke down his throat Lyrics by Sycamore Smith
2.
(free) 03:09
I can barely see you, but I see you’re not doing so well Looks like you must have just crawled out from under Hell Breaking up was hard on you But cracking up was very easy to do I can barely see you, but I see you’re not doing so well The midwife is happy when your chippy’s with child The police are happy when they catch you running wild And when your soul takes flight And goes soaring though the night, In the morning you’ll be making The undertaker smile I can barely hear you, But i hear you’ve got your head in the ground You bury it deep, but that thought keeps creeping around Speak up, I can’t hear what you’re saying Are you begging yourself to stop your praying? I can barely hear you, but I hear you’ve got your head in the ground I’ll be here when you're gone and you’re forgotten You’re scratching my back When you scrape that barrel bottom Go ahead, do yourself in I’ll just send you back so you can do it again I’ll be here when you’re gone and you’re forgotten Lyrics by Sycamore Smith
3.
(free) 02:26
I'm up to my earballs in booze Yes, I'm up to my earballs in booze I've been drinkin' all day down that skeleton juice Now I must plug my eyes up and snooze Cuz I'm up to my earballs, up to my earballs, I'm up to my earballs in booze I'm up to my earballs in debt Yes, I'm up to my earballs in debt The higher them horse odds, the deeper I get When I unfold my bill wad and bet Cuz I'm up to my earballs, up to my earballs, I'm up to my earballs in debt I'm up to my earballs in sin Yes, I'm up to my earballs in sin Y'see, Miss Katie-Lou never did say "I do" Still we done it again and again Now it's six sets of triplets and twelve pairs of twins And I'm up to my earballs in sin Oh, they say that I must quit my ramblin' And they say that I must quit my gamblin' They pray for the Savior to change my behavior But I'm going to my grave for to spoil And I'll be up to my earballs, up to my earballs, In worms when I'm sunk in the soil Lyrics by Sycamore Smith
4.
(free) 02:04
Roses, briers, shrinking violets, Pilate's my co-pilot Good chance we'll wash our hands of this romance So keep it quiet Another man you can't resist Every hand has got a fist I'm a stitch, oh har-dee-har I think my heart is pumping tar In the garden, the butterfly knives are carving Petals flying, "loves me not" Oh god, don't get me started I'm a drip in the sea I'm a wreck, rescue me What a joke, what a hoot I'm sinking in my new black suit I'm alone in misery, but otherwise I'm doing fine The captain has just turned off The "Abandon All Hope" sign I'm a bird on the wing Looking down on everything I'm a bird on the wing Looking down on everything Lyrics by Sycamore Smith
5.
The engineer and I began to wrestle He wouldn't let me blow the whistle when I wanted So I bounced him out the door and off a trestle Into a river that was loaded with piranha I'm rocking back & forth beneath the light bulb My chair will not sit level any more Something that I buried makes a slight bulge And my chair goes "thumpa-thumpa" on the floor... Dancing 'round the gallows in their twosomes They followed while the caller called the calls But when he hollered "Swing yer partner!" It got gruesome Down at the Hangman's Ball Lyrics by Sycamore Smith
6.
(free) 03:31
Ever raking, ever drinking Breaking windows, swearing, sinking There they stand, defiant, reeking They are the Brothers Ape Spending more than they can earn Leaving every bar-room burned The Earth is dirt and they are the worms Behold! the Brothers Ape Living in a hallowed hall Punching holes in hollow walls Their breath will burn, their spit will scald The enemies of Ape They wear their hair shirts inside-out Extend their fangs and walk about From underground, the beasts slide out To greet the Brothers Ape They forge their daggers with their fists And sharpen razors on their wrists Cobras lift their heads and hiss To cheer the Brothers Ape No one knows who sent them Or what forces might have bent them In the night, you're followed by Their silent, hunchbacked, shapes They sense your fear, you cannot shake The relentless Brothers Ape And if they find their fangs have dulled They'll cut some new ones from your skull The vomitorium is full--You can thank the Brothers Ape They will draw & quarter you And draw & quarter the quarters, too The ropes are taut, the knots are true Ride! you Brothers Ape! Lyrics by Sycamore Smith
7.
(free) 02:42
Let me be the darkness you get off in You can be the hard bitten broad I soften Till you promise you will never, ever leave me Very often No that's not a bracelet, those are stitches I got when I was digging through the ditches Hiding in the sticks, dodging dicks And their barking bitches The man who put the "bomp" in the bomp-a-bomp Is dragging his wife from the edge of the swamp She drank, she drank, she drowned Cash in your lust for some ash and some dust You can scatter all around And grind, and grind in the ground Yes, I know my head is salt & peppered Sit and say grace to the shoving leopard And bury this blade that I made From the jaw of a German shepherd I was hung like a horse and went looking for action Now I'm hung like a horse in traction Sad fact is, hon, I can't stand no satisfaction The man with the battle axe hacks at the wedding bell The man with the ball & chain goes down the well The man who put the "Wham-bam-thank-you" in the ma'am has a smoke The man who put the ring on the rang-a-tang Is paying for a poke Lyrics by Sycamore Smith

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released May 10, 2011

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