We Are The (United) Scarecrow Sonic Boombox

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released May 8, 2015

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Scarecrow Sonic Boombox New Orleans, Louisiana

NOLA based.
Spewing Venom and Enlightenment in Equal Share.
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Half-Dischord '81.
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Track Name: Ravaged Savage
How do we get bread and roses
Without getting shit on noses?
Recognize the blood you claim from
Return to the place you came from
Used to be a pharaoh boy
caught up in a feral joy
Eyes half shut and mouth turned down,
Ruined rain your cardboard crown
Now you’re trudging through the mud
To try and catch rain in your cup
Even though the air it tastes good,
It’s the dirt that fills you up
Since your other dream’s been ravaged,
Turn back to a noble savage
Track Name: Sacred Glance
Keep a lookout baby doll
in such a world of sin
If you call on Heaven now
would you be let in?
Do you see such calming peace
like you have never known?
Devils watch with jealous eyes
the lesser stars outshone
Come on, steal a secret glance
and see the Sacred Heart,
Witness to the world of those
immortal from the start
Did you have to compromise
or could you not conceive
Finding out there were no lies
that you would not believe?
Lying on the cooling board
and gazing at the sky,
Luck and fate direct me
to my lover’s only eye
Let us say we can transcend
with unrelenting bliss
If we can’t, we win the war
with sacramental kiss
Track Name: Dig Until It Hurts
You pray in the morning
and you pray at night,
But you can’t surmise why
your walk won’t go right
You pray on a Sunday
and you pray in church
But if you pray all day,
it ain’t gonna work
Go out in the night,
put hands into the dirt,
But it’ll be for naught,
so Dig Until It Hurts
You smile at your job
and smile in your house
But boss and wife don’t know
your heart-spark’s been soused
You counterfeit kisses
and crap out your work
But your line’s been snipped
off to Hell in a jerk
Go out in the night,
put hands into the dirt,
But it’ll be for naught,
so Dig Until It Hurts
You pray at your table
and pray when you eat
But your ass is iced vice
from neck up to feet
So pray on a Sunday
and sit up at church
But with your track record
it ain’t gonna work
Track Name: Scrap City Slave Trade
Scrap City Slave Trade has come
despite all your moans
You owe them big time;
now they’re collecting your bones
The ink is dry on your contract;
the ink is dry on your arm
The champagne bubbles have gone flat,
the novelty all its charm
Scrap City Slave Trade,
they specialize in your skin
They buy and sell you;
the law don’t say it’s a sin
The ink is dry on your contract;
the ink is dry on your arm
If you come out of this intact,
you’d be the first one unharmed
You know you won’t!
Scrap City Slave Trade
is now a corporate affair
Top-heavy surely,
but ain’t it pleasant up there?
The ink is dry on your contract;
the ink is dry on your arm
Your foundation is uncracked,
but you should jump up alarmed
Scrap City Slave Trade –
a mansion built on the sand
They’re goods ain’t handmade,
but rather made out of hands
The ink is dry on your contract;
the ink is dry on your arm
The deck against us is so stacked,
the grip is tightened and warm
Yeah it’s so warm!
Scrap City Slave Trade –
just fold yourself into threes
Stuff yourself in an envelope
and file it next to your lease
The ink is dry on your contract;
the ink is dry on your arm
Your loan is due now in full exact,
so say goodbye to the farm
Yeah say goodbye!
Track Name: No Cops In Heaven
There’ll be no cops in Heaven
There’ll be no police there
There’ll be no pigs in Heaven
And we’ll laugh when no one cares
There’ll be no laws in Heaven
Because we’ll already know them there
When a lawyer comes to argument in sums
We’ll just point out the way to Hell
Cops and criminals are the scum of Earth
Separated by a twist of birth
All you do is make me not be free
I can’t give y’all any sympathy
There’ll be no jails in heaven
Because we won’t need them there
Even the pearly gates
won’t even have no bars
Because they block up our view so fair
Track Name: Escape By Extasis
Far in a past time, lost in the space-time,
Someone remembers he never forgot
Restorate visuals impressed individuals
Giveaway gnosis won’t empty the lot
This is what passes
for death with the masses
But I will escape by exstasis!
Eon to eon and peon to peon
Masters may sit in their infinite chairs
Seekers they sought them and priests tried to bought them
Looking for progress by missing the stairs
This is what passes
for death with the masses
But I will escape by exstasis!
He who is let in is gifted to get in
Sent forth so went forth
to share what he learned
You know a half-truth cuz logic is foolproof
Snake is a circle, the gift is the word
Track Name: Thieves
Sad to see the Saducees
are nothing more than petty thieves
But I know all the shits like these
will transform into “yes” and “please”
Take a look at brother Fate
and see the light as it’s too late
Now I’ll survey the tragic town
as tears of pity trickle down
You might not like what you will see
but what is done is meant to be
By now I’ve cried a thousand tears
so let it last a million years
Track Name: Wave
I borrowed a picture from you
You promised to pay me back two
You borrowed a paper from me
I promised to pay you back three
A big wave crashed on the steps of the wall
As they wash on the shores
that you’ll never see fall
Life can be kind as St. Vincent de Paul
So if Hex is alive, I won’t complain at all
My friend wave it brought you back to me
My friend wave it brought you back to me
My friend wave it brought you back to my home
Track Name: Little Chief
All hail the new Caesar,
Cuz he’s gonna be a pleaser
All hail the new Caesar,
Cuz he’s gonna be a pleaser
I’d settle down, but the closest
Would be the new Moses
Little Chief was the Big Chief’s son
Got his hands on a white man’s gun
Shot a brother who popped him one
And now he’s chiefly little on the run
He’s a solitary scarecrow
Longing on the fence line
Not a sucker-ass punk ho
Lounging in the moonshine
Why don’t you hop on this post
And watch a fella unwind?
Track Name: Baby Money
I ain't complaining to you boss man
But I got a wallet crack to mend
I got some baby money
And a precious little bit left to spend
So don't tell me about your cash flow
Don't you tell me about your pay
There's a couple of things that I know
That I bet you'd rather I not say
You'd sell out your own sister
For a little shot of your favorite drink
If you store up too much gold
On that ship, it will sink
So don't tell me about your cash flow
Don't you tell me about your pay
There's a couple of things that I know
That I bet you'd rather I not say
You wouldn't leave your seat or even
Move your ass for a friend
Before this courtroom drama's over
There's a rift that you can't mend
No, don't tell me about your cash flow
No, don't tell me about your pay
There's a couple of things that I know
That I bet you'd rather I not say
So if you see me on the street
Don't you even catch my sight
I mostly will not slap a man,
But in your case I just might.
So don't tell me about your cash flow
Don't you tell me about your pay
There's a couple of things that I know
That I bet you'd rather I not say