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Build The Wall

by The Absurd

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buy the ticket, take the ride you never know what you might find you only fail if you never try when the car pulls up, you step inside and leave what you believe behind look forward through the vagaries of time those knots that you have died inside your mind must, like a ball of yarn, start to unwind follow the eyes in the stormy skies make no mistake or alibis you can't fool he who sees everything watch the moon and feel the tide don't pray to whom you idolize your god cannot help you with anything any idiot can see through all your lies so what's the use, embrace what you defy don't pin it all on me to clarify what you refuse to think through in your mind your ego will erode and become footprints in the snow you'll cling to who you are but you'll never make it very far when you're on your own in stormy weather and you wanna make it out together then you gotta face this great endeavor without fear or you'll be drownin' forever inside your ego will erode and become footprints in the snow you'll cling to who you are but you'll never make it very far
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Loco Motives 03:30
gather around now, children, let's all hold hands everyone's already dancin', come join the band four-four, feet on the floor, now, dance to the beat eyes closed, throw your hips back, now, in ecstacy they're comin' for ya in your homes, in the streets mad and fanatical armed to the teeth sweat drippin' down to the floor, now, drenchin' the meat steam risin' up to the sky in the swelterin' heat spoiled, rotten, sittin' in the sun too long had the moment by the neck, now the moment's gone everybody's dancin' to their favorite song everybody but me make them believe it, now redefine what's free mad and fanatical armed to the teeth hear the sound of the war planes on the way? such a shame, what an easy mess we make they're comin' for ya in your homes, in the streets mad and fanatical armed to the teeth make them believe it, now redefine what's free mad and fanatical armed to the teeth
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leather boots on the pavement leather boots in the street leather boots on the crooked pavement leather boots in the crooked street leather boots in the distance marchin' to the beat leather boots in the crooked distance marchin' to the crooked beat leather boots in the backyard leather boots in the heat leather boots in the fuckin' backyard leather boots in the fuckin' heat leather boots on the front step watchin' you while you sleep leather boots on the fuckin' front step watchin' you while you fuckin' sleep front row ticket to the freak show how low can you go? front row ticket to the freak show leather boots on the pavement leather boots in the street leather boots on the crooked pavement leather boots on the crooked street leather boots on the pavement leather boots in the street leather boots on the crooked pavement watchin' you while you fuckin' sleep front row ticket to the freak show how low can you go? front row ticket to the freak show
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Lock Her Up 02:25
<grunts> Ooooh Eeeeee AHhhhh Blagga Blagga Bloo DJ KHALED! Bap bup Baooooo! Bup bap Baooooo! Whooooo! Hoobajooba Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Spplghphen This Philistine has no respect for subtlety or timing Was that Good?
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take a look, my friend, you'll see your sordid ideology is violently rippin' at the seams what goes on behind your nose, like the sand that shifts beneath your toes is meltin' away like ice cream how long can you cling to the thought that you were owed and you should ought to be at the top of the heap? you can call it anything you please, but wrappin' it up in ribbons and beads don't make any difference to me i know you go any which way the wind blows the wind's blowin' to the right side of the moat will you undo everything that you've been through? or follow the goat any which way he may roam he's gonna make a mess of everything still you're gonna kiss his ring he's gonna make a mess of everything still you're gonna kneel before your king so dearly you do cling to these things which would have you believe you're right out of sight, out of mind what you don't see you don't believe i know you go any which way the wind blows the wind's blowin' to the right side of the moat will you undo everything that you've been through? or follow the goat any which way he may roam
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¡Alley-Oop! 04:58
take this man and hang him out to dry we don't like his kind raise the flag and read between the lines we'll make up your mind one more of us, be one more of us there's plenty of room at the back of the bus without us, you'll never be free to believe what you wanna believe take this man and give him medicine make his mind fit in gather round, paint him brown, kick the fucker while he's down our time is running thin one more of us, be one more of us there's plenty of room at the back of the bus without us, you'll never be free to believe what you wanna believe take this man and hang him out to dry we don't like his kind raise the flag and read between the lines we'll make up your mind one more of us, be one more of us there's plenty of room at the back of the bus without us, you'll never be free to believe what you wanna believe
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War Hogs 02:46
bob dylan, kurt cobain, got together, went insane had a kid on the skids, no one knew his real name call him jack, call him sue, johnny cash is turnin' blue singin' 'bout a government that never really had a clue what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do? he said, she said, no one ever tells the truth talkin' to the policeman, even he don't understand why we gotta run away and bury our heads in the sand and i can't take it no more let me breathe ronnie james dio built a cottage down in rio with the devil on his level and a place in montecito when a black witch with a switch ridin' on a broomstick gave a pitch like a bitch, told 'em it was all a trick what are gonna do, dio cried to beezleboo jack flash struck a match and now we're in a heap of doo satan started faintin' and his wife was ovulatin' so they called the lord and said, my god, you gotta help us make it through and i can't take it no more let me breathe coke-nose rimbaud found himself a fire hose made himself a lasso, wrangled edgar allen poe hemingway, russia say, you ain't gonna get away david foster wallace was a lawless alcoholic and i don't really wanna know where your garden really grows all i wanna know is how you look when you ain't got no clothes bored of almost everything, nothin's ever gettin' in the world's become a turing test and i don't think i'm gonna win and i can't take it no more let me breathe
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Lyin' Ted 00:13
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lay me down on a filthy bed, tell me it's all in my head wash my hands with gasoline, light a match and flee the scene pour the wine with arsenic, tell me it's the real shit serve that soup with mercury, smile and say it's good for me do it once, do it again, tell me you're my real friend rewrite the rules, rig the game, tell me i'm the one to blame put it in, pull it out, smile while i scream and shout let it go while i bleed, smile and say it's good for me in the dark, sing to me with your haunting melody like a broken record on repeat, repetitive and incomplete hold it too close and it'll choke into a heap of ash and smoke or watch it die in your hands, don't try too hard to understand they got mary, soon they'll be comin' to get me on a cold night, in the moonlight, they're callin' my name eyes closed, i know how all of this shit is bound to go they're gonna put us all in chains don't wear your heart on your sleeve don't ever share what you believe don't ever dare to disagree don't wear your heart on your sleeve
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THE WALL JUST GOT TEN FEET HIGHER

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Recorded at The Canyon Hut in a haze of smoke, LSD, black tar heroin and Boston Creme Donuts.

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released October 12, 2018

Guitar/Vocals - Ben Foerg
Bass - Josh Loney
Drums - Colin Jensen

Produced, Mixed & Engineered by Joshua Martinez
Addt'l Production by Josh Loney and Ben Foerg
Mastered by Marcin Nowak

Lyrics written by Ben Foerg
Music by The Absurd

Artwork & Layout by Josh Loney

Special Thanks to: Carolyn Vashegani, Dash Hutton, Jess Washington, Kevin Bronson, Aaron Mendoza, Vanessa Silberman, and all the politicians, gamblers and psychopaths who've made this country so darned inneresting.

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