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Everybody Lies
03:16
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So you think the words that you read are the truth and you’ve made up your mind
Falling down the hole in your head that you dug when you chose to be blind
You can be a dick and a jerk and a schmuck and a moron combined
That’s what you can do
That’s what you can do
Everybody says that left is always right
Everybody knows that dark is never light
Everybody kills the criminals on sight
Everybody lies
Everybody lies
You can punch a hole in the life of someone ‘cause it makes you feel great
Hacking off the scalps of dissenters and scoundrels right out of the gate
Basking in the justified virtuous glow of the storm you create
That’s what you can do
That’s what you can do
Everybody takes their turn with loaded dice
Everybody gets the shitiest advice
Everybody sells their conscience for a price
Everybody lies
Everybody lies
There is nothing wrong with decisions made in haste
If they’re evidence and reasonably based
But flapping off your mouth like a penis is a waste
Of time and space
Everybody hits the essence of the nerve
Everybody grades your actions on a curve
Everybody keeps some anger in reserve
Everybody lies
Everybody lies
Copyright © 2021 by Todd Brunner
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Palm Trees in Portugal
06:14
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I sat down to write a song with a melody in mind
And a simple chorus line on a Saturday
I wanted to nail it down but the spirits were unkind
So I never got to come to the cabaret
There are palm trees in Portugal
Who knew
Maybe the red inside this song
Is really blue
And the facts that push us to suicide
Are really not so bad
Still the one who takes the fall is always you
I picked up a saxophone just to see what I could blow
A colossal exercise in futility
Whatever came over me I really do not know
Maybe just a chance to add to the mystery
There are palm trees in Portugal
Who knew
Maybe all the shit they said
Is really true
And you can sell yourself on anything
To get you through the day
But the one who takes the fall is always you
I crafted a masterpiece that I duly failed to sell
Or make the slightest blip on the economy
I may be a wunderkind but it does not ring a bell
In this version of demented reality
There are palm trees in Portugal
Who knew
Maybe life is just a line and not a queue
And the pricks who fuck with our habitat
Are jolly spiffing boys
Still the one who takes the fall is always you
Copyright © 2021 by Todd Brunner
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Put the Candle Back
06:35
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Monsters on the outside
Malefactors on the inside
Yeah there’s just no way to live here
And nowhere to go
Righteous is the new right
It’s a swordfight with the black knight
Does anyone know how I
Can get home
<chorus>
Crumble crumble
See the bedrock crack
Try to fix it
Put the candle back
But the gears lock
And the mechanism stops
</chorus>
Everyone’s an asshole
Or a moron with a bankroll
And I can’t find any good reason
To go on
Swimming in the deep end
Trying really hard not to descend
With a basket-case of factors
Flung in my face
<chorus>
But we can always laugh
And do it ‘til we cry
Just let it all come out
A singer’s gotta sing
Or maybe even scream
Just let it all come out
Cling to the art of the life
Be a rapturous husband and wife
Outlook on the downside
All experience is red-eyed
But I want to be uplifted
And revived
<chorus>
Copyright © 2021 by Todd Brunner
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Don't Let it Get Away
03:42
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I was walking down my path one day
When out of the garden a vine got in my way
I toppled over and I smashed into the ground
And all I could think was
<chorus>
Don’t let it get away
Hang on to it every day
Reach for the fucking sky
Go for it ‘til you die
Don’t let it get away
Never ever lose your way
Scream like you’re having fun
Do it ‘til the job is done
</chorus>
I went out shopping to buy myself some food
I must have daydreamed ‘cause I was not in the mood
I tripped and tumbled right into the garlic bulbs
And all I could say was
<chorus>
Don’t get pummelled to the pavement
Don’t get pushed and shoved aside
Find your place and never lose it
Look ahead and take the ride
Look ahead and take the ride
<chorus>
Copyright © 2021 by Todd Brunner
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Beachcomber
06:04
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Beachcomber sifting through the sand
He’s a lone ranger with seashells in his hand
With a long story he doesn’t like to tell
Yeah it’s a tearjerker
So I guess it’s just as well
And when he walks the beach he feels protected
The complications melt away
All he really wants is to fuck it
And just kiss the sea
Beachcomber slowing down the pace
He’s a sole trader with sunburn on his face
Got an ambition he doesn’t like to feel
But it’s a non-starter
So I guess it’s no big deal
And drifting on the beach is therapeutic
To suck the bitterness away
‘Til all he really needs to do is fuck it
And just kiss the sea
Beachcomber under coastal skies
He’s a fortune seeker with treasure in his eyes
Like a prospector who doesn’t like to fail
Yeah that’s a showstopper of a stupid fairytale
And on the beach he is enlightened
To all the stupid things he did
It’s time to seriously fuck it
And just kiss the sea
Copyright © 2021 by Todd Brunner
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Cyanide Slugs England, UK
Brass driven psychedelic rockers, mainly playing the unique and inventive compositions of Todd Brunner. Proud Sublamental artists, and residents of Lushwood Hills.
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