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Judas Booth
04:27
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I'm getting back into the swing of things
I had a real bad year
I been having trouble connecting to that
Funny feeling
I might call God
But I think I did a real good job
Of convincing myself not
To blow my brains out
Against the wall
It was a full time job
I feel I did it well
You know, considering
I did it well
I think I did pretty OK
Considering how bad it felt
But I'm not my feelings
I got to get them under control
The world don't know my feelings
It just knows me under control
So I got to let that old woman go
I got to let my childhood go
I got to let my anger and resentment go
Before I know how I feel
About my real bad year
I been hunting down an evil me
That a maligned acquaintance
Paid to appear
It's like a cheap Gary Oldman shadow
I got to lure down to the abattoir
So I can finish your half ass job
And kiss his mouth before I blow
His brains out
Against the wall
I'm like my grandpa
The one my mom pretends is dead
So yeah, I'm going to make him disappear
Disappear
I'm going to make him disappear
Gary Oldman
Shadow person,
Disappear!
I'm gonna make him disappear.
Sentence your sense of self to death.
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I'm so confused about what I'm supposed to do
About my problems
Yeah,
They are so new
That I don't know what to do
And that's my problem
Yeah,
I got a new one
Because the old me
And the new me
Are in a fist fight
I'm still confused
Cuz everyone move I make to use
To solve my problems
Yeah,
Just turns into what I pray is not for you
A brand new problem
You don't want a new one
Because the old me
And the new me
Are in a fist fight
Everybody's got some complicated stuff
They're working through
So if you are patient with me
I will be patient back with you
Every time I see a photograph of you and me
I know my problem
Yeah,
My memory only places lonely me
Before some problem
But I don't want to live there
Yeah,
Because the old me
And the new me
Are in a fist fight
Stuck in the future
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3. |
Pitch Black
03:00
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Well,
There's only one place on the planet left
Where its OK to turn off your phone
And the functional rational for being there
Is to slip into a fictitious zone
Well I'm living in a very public world
But I was born feeling naked to the bone
And I'll be crying like a baby
With the previews on because I'm going to the movies alone
Cuz I'm down in the pitch black baby
I could be crying and you'd never know
Cuz we're down in the pitch black baby
I could be right beside you and you'd never know
Because this economic language to talk about God
Makes me wanna cram my head in a hole
But I can time travel baby from the darkest spot
And get perennial by reeling a roll
Cuz its a neo-noir bummer wave world
That died an avatar instead of a soul
But I'll be living beyond the dead and gone
Because I'm going to the movies alone
Cuz I'm down in the pitch black baby
I could be crying and you'd never know
You'd never know
Shh…SHUT UP
Boo-hoo
"And the big lizard became his friend..."
But I was like "wah wahwah wah wah wah"
Because I'm running out of reasons to trick myself
Into never ever building a home
I'm on a mystery-less and endless quest
A moratorium made of bone
You know, I used to be a charming vagabond
But now I'm fading into a hobo
And I'm living like I'm already dead and gone
And always going to the movies alone
It's like I'm screaming underwater alone
In the pitch black baby
I could be trying and you'd never know
Cuz we're down in the pitch black baby
And I'm really right beside but you'd never know
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4. |
Circles
03:12
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You're like a bushel babe
That's hiding all my shine
Of mediocre psycho babble
Mutating my mind
Telling me to dismiss and reject
The world outside
So then
How ain't this relationship
In turn a waste of time?
Cuz I don't know what I wanna do
Always debating bout you in my head
I run it around and around and around
In a circle
Yeah
I run it around and around and around
I run it around
You're in my limbic system
Keeps me so uptight
Preventing me from connecting
With those in my life
Whose affection I could use
To help myself unwind
Makes me fear all my relationships
Are just a waste of time
Cuz I'm
Stuck in a real bad way
But I turn it around
I'm scaring my family
B/c you're putting me down
I'm stuck in a circle, yeah
But I can turn it around
Got spun in a circle, yeah
But I can turn it around
If I can stop spinning long enough to
Turn it around
Show me that your sacred heart's
The human kindness kind
Show me more than 3D printers
Drawing skulls and knives
Show me more than kleptocratic
Demagogue control
Show me that you ain't a lizard
Show you've got a soul
Cuz I
Don't know what I'm gonna do
I guess there really ain't no erasing you from my head
I run it around and around and around
In a circle
Yeah
I run it around and around and around
I run it around
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5. |
Dark Haired Suitor
03:26
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My King Kong
Keeps me strong
Taking me all around the jungle
A caveman
With a plan
Going to call up Jane in the city
Calling out to her window
Like some proto-Romeo
Tall enough to climb a building
Mowgli of
A kind of love
That is true
Like flowers are pretty
Bagheera of the stuff
That keeps Kaa
Out of the city
It don't make a lick of sense
It got eyes like peppermints
Baby I got evidence
I am getting skinny
So I'm going to cut my hair
Pick me out a suit to wear
Get a bouquet of some flowers
That I think are pretty
Yeah, it's true
I like you
In a way that's more than friendly
I'm going do
What I want
What I want
Is you near me
Talking bout proximity
The distance between you and me
It don't really bother me
Cuz I see it's shrinking
We ain't going to waste no space
Moving at a steady pace
To an even better place
That's maybe never ending
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6. |
Post Grad
02:29
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How'm I supposed to find the one and only
If I'm falling off the grid?
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
Man, a dollar's a whole lot smaller
Than when I was just a kid
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
Taking ill of bad advice
Makes me want to cry
Doing time to pay the price
Like until I die
I'm the strangest stranger
Getting strange out in the strangest land
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
Took the esoteric easy rider's
Empty open hand
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
I am Wendy clicking shoes
Into a place that I'm not from
Nowhere to go
No one I know
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?
Going to the biggest place
To get my picture took was dumb
No one I know
Nowhere to go
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
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7. |
Sacred Harp BFK
03:29
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Sitting in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with a butterfly
Punching the mirror
Fracturing fear
I cut my face up
Don't look at me baby
Sitting in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with a butterfly
4th of July
Doctor, islander,
Biker people
So look at me baby
Cuz I just halfway understand
So I could use a helping hand
I see Hobo Joe
Old and smells like death,
Beer, and burger
Check out new-blue tooth
He ain't got no time for his baby
In between these both kinds of crazy
Well,
Sitting in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with a butterfly
Closing the blinds
Sitting by myself
And being quiet
So know when you look at me baby
You can't stop thinking
Once you can stop
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8. |
No Words
03:32
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Me and my friends we got no words
We don't need them to understand
It plays like an awesome band
When one's got color in the head
Two's got music in the head
Three's got visions in the head
Of Freddy Mercury
Dancing to Queen
Inside your brain
All the livelong day
I'm half the Word away
A subjective world a way inside
My best friend forgot all his words
Did you need them to understand
Because you want him to understand
What's the color in your head
Through the music in your head
From the visions in your head
Of Freddy Mercury
Dancing to Queen
Inside your brain
All the livelong day
I'm half the Word away
A subjective world away inside my mind
I'm in a play inside a play
With or without grand design
I feel I've pulled apart in something
But I can't trust my own lines
Because I'm half the word away
In a play inside a play inside
My best friend
Has become my girl
Who honestly tries to understand
Not empathize with her biggest fan
Cuz the color in her head
And the music in her head
Plus the visions in her head
Of Freddy Mercury
Belong to her inside her brain
All the livelong day
Her mind
I'm half the Word away
A liturgic world away
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9. |
Spooky Scary
03:16
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I have worked about a million 18 hour days
Living in an endless sleep deprived myopic haze
By the time I get home you're already fast asleep
When you wake I'm like a dead body beneath a sheet
But I just want to make enough bread
To get to lay in bed
And watch Dr. Who with you and the bunnies
Is the world a vampire?
I don't know….
Spooky gets so grumpy every time I am away
You give him my dirty socks to keep his 'tude at bay
By the time I get home you're asleep and he's awake
Chewing on my shoes in fear that I want to escape
But it's really my fantasy
For it to be just you and me
And the bunnies
Everybody's talking angst bout how to get their kicks
I think that stuff's just made up to sell leather jackets
Every time I get home you're already fast asleep
Am I living in a nightmare or is this "the dream?"
But it's my fantasy
Just you and me
And the bunnies
Is the world a vampire?
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10. |
Small World
01:59
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I don't want to mistake my world
For the whole world
I don’t want to mistake my world
For the whole world
It would be so boring
It would be so boring
It'd be crazy boring
If I did mistake
My world
For the whole world
Because my world
Ain't the whole world
(This world ain't small at all)
I don't want my world
To be the whole world
(Bc it's bigger and better)
It’d be a small world
If it's the whole world
(Bc it's bigger and better)
I don't want my world
(Cuz you ain't god)
To be the whole world
(Cuz you ain't god)
Bc my world
(Cuz you ain't god)
Can't be the whole world
(Cuz you ain't got)
I’d be so bored
(You ain't god)
With being right
(You ain't god)
All the time
(You ain't god)
That I might want to die
If my world was the whole world
(Cuz you ain't god)
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11. |
Youniverse
08:39
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I want to
Spend some of my time with you
Because I know I'm going to die
And that you will die too
You will die too
But no one wants to talk about it
Like you do
Whenever I am blue
Because I always calms me down
And plus I like it too
I like it too
Because the way you talk about it's like
It ain't even planets
It ain't even poles
It ain't revolutions
Within solar systems no
It's like one whole universe
Gone straight across the universe
Into another universe
In space between me and you
Between me and you
The space between me and you
Is close enough for me to magic
I'm like you
I don't have to be here too
In a boring game without a name
Unless you play it true
I wanna play with you
Cuz baby you won't dance around it
Cuz you want to reach out
It makes me want to reach out
Cuz I want to reach out
Watch out I'm going to reach out too
Y-O-U
And all the things I'd do
To kick the can on down your road
Until I'm too old to
Continue
Or even try to break the habit
For I flew
Just like a bird into
The fontanelle behind my eyes
When I was around two
Do you believe that's true?
Your eyes imply that it could happen like
It ain't even planets
It ain't even poles
It ain't revolutions
Within solar systems no
It's like one whole universe
Gone straight across the universe
Into another universe
In space between me and you
Between me and you
The space between me and you
Is close enough for me to magic
Cuz I came to reach out
I came to geek out
I came to freak
It makes me want to reach out
I came to freak
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PUJOL Nashville, Tennessee
Website:
www.pujol.rocks
Email:
danielluccapujol@gmail.com
Booking:
Ericgilbert@theduckclub.com
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