1. |
Dying by Degrees
04:00
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In 1833
I was trying to get free
I tried to cross the river
And wound up swinging from the trees
In 1964
I got caught up in a war
I killed every enemy in sight
‘Til they evened up the score
Dying by degrees
Dying by degrees
Bless my soul I’m a human bomb
And I’m dying to believe
In 1355
A vision reached my eyes
I tried to light a fire
But I got burned alive
In 1638
The cavalry came late
We took our hemlock with our tea
While they were banging on the gates.
I grew up poor
I grew up in a war
And there doesn’t seem to be no relief
The only escape
From the death and rape
Is the ivory tower of my belief
You can build walls all around town
But walls fall to the ground
Some walls crumble from within
While others are broken down.
My heart can’t ever rest
My soul must do its best
So my body’s out here walking ‘round
With a bomb strapped to its chest
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2. |
Measure of Love
04:50
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Who has the tools?
Who writes the rules?
The people in power that’s who
And some people take it
While others, they fake it
And rewrite a history or two
You think you are holding the cards
It crawls into your mind like a drug
The power that spelled you
It won’t ever tell you
What is the measure of love
What is the measure of love
Science believes
It’s all preconcieved
You just need to uncover the truth
So you analyze
And categorize
And drag it on up from its roots
But the truth is changing each day
In a way no machine can judge
And the objective mind
It cannot define
What is the measure of love
What is the measure of love
My mind cannot guess it
My heart can’t express it
I can’t prove what I know
I can drink from the fountains
And shout it from the mountains
But I can’t give you a rainbow
I built you a palace on the water
But it got washed away by the flood
So why does that mean
My heart is obscene
Do you know the measure of love?
Do you know the measure of love?
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3. |
Referee
02:05
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I don’t want to be your referee
Who makes the call
When you’re out of bounds
I don’t want to be your enemy
Your prison guard
Making his rounds
Cause it don’t matter if we win or lose
It’s the path we choose
And the end’s the same
You don’t have to worry ‘bout an unlucky bounce
When all that counts is how you play the game
Did nobody tell you you could be a star
If that’s who you are
Then that’s who you should be
You don’t need a boss to tell you what’s the plan
If you’re an honest man
Then it will set you free
Cause it don’t matter if we win or lose
It’s the path we choose
And the end’s the same
You don’t have to worry ‘bout an unlucky bounce
When all that counts is how you play the game
You cheat on floor
And then you cheat on the score
And then you cheat on yourself like nothing else was new
You can say only fools
Follow the rules
But if you talk like that no one will play with you
I don’t want to be your ruling judge
I got no grudge
And you’re both pretty
So figure it out and get on back to me
So I won’t have to be
Your referee
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4. |
Class Warfare
03:28
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The gig is up, the fix is in
The books are cooked and you know who wins?
It’s the ones who’ve been keeping score
They have it all, and they still want more
They own the land, they own the laws
They got the weapons, they got the claws
They can’t be stopped from their crusade
They just need you to be afraid
Class warfare, the boots are on the ground
Class warfare, now you’re under attack
Class warfare, the bombs are raining down
They only call it class warfare, when you fight back
They try to kill you with the air you breathe
Cleaning up the mess, it just ain’t something they believe
They poison you with the food you eat
They won’t think twice if it feeds their never-ending need
Class warfare, the boots are on the ground
Class warfare, now you’re under attack
Class warfare, the bombs are raining down
They only call it class warfare, when you fight back
You must draw blood, you must deal pain
You must kill to climb the human food-chain
You destroy to hoard your wealth
And then you die like everybody else
You kill the young and you feel no shame
But I don’t have to play your game
We don’t need guns, we don’t need knives
But we need to get organized
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5. |
Guardian Angel
04:15
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I meet with the ladies
The broken and breaking
We try to put the pieces together again
And the one there that mattered
Has already scattered
She said time would heal
But she didn’t say when
And now I am a point of the future
I preacher and painter of bones
Now my guardian angel has left me
I don’t think that I can carry such a heavy load
She led me over oceans
Through the wilder emotions
But I never worried with her by my side
But that was another age
When I was still engaged
Now I march with the zombies who crawl through the night
And I am the infinite sailor who’s gone aground
Shang-hai’d when I took the high-road
But my guardian angel has left me
I don’t think that I can carry such a heavy load
What do you do
When your heart is glued
To the one true fantasy?
And you wake up to find
The fixtures in your mind
Hide behind memories
Fleating moments of ecstasy
The soldiers are fighting
The world keeps on turning
But I am not yearning for a whisper I’ll never hear
You can’t define me
No words can confine me
You wrap me up tighter but still I disappear
Because I am the shape-shifting phoenix rising again
Our of the ages I rise up to fight
And I am a guardian angel in waiting
I have survived that long and lonely night.
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6. |
Foam Born
01:58
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7. |
Get Me
02:54
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Let us see what we can see
It’s a mystery, so follow me
I don’t know where the path goes
But I don’t mind ‘cause it’s still free
Road maps and guides
They always lie
They can’t tell you where you’re meant to be.
It don’t matter if you don’t get me,
I might steal your heart if you let me.
Take my hand let’s take a stand
Let’s all bow down to the unfinished plan
In the night, when we’re out of sight
You can be my star and I’ll be your fan.
I don’t go in for bells and whistles
Thorns and thistles are the bones of man
It don’t matter if you don’t get me
I might steal your heart if you let me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Who draws the lines between love and lust?
You can bet the farm and the tractor too
But what do you do when the house goes bust?
Tie me down to the golden bough
Set me free when the clock strikes now
We’ll crawl past the shattered glass
The battered tatters of our broken vows
We’ll open up and escape the ruts
I’ll tell you what and you can show me how
In these woods a dragon lies
He can burn your britches and melt your eyes
You can laugh but it’s no joke,
In a puff of smoke you get vaporized
If you can’t do the time don’t do the crime
If you get caught, don’t act surprised
When the shooting star comes twinkling by
Better open wide- it’s gone in the blink of an eye
You can call it love, call it what you like
You can call it a bird but that don’t mean it’s gonna fly
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8. |
Turnaround
03:38
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There was a time I was asleep
I couldn’t scream; I couldn’t weap
I built a wall into a keep
And then it all came crashing down
I thought I knew just who I was
I called it love, when it was lust
And then it all crumbled to dust
And I was transformed by the turnaround
There was a palace on the hill
And empire built on the steal will
They said the king could not be killed
Until the message came from the underground
The messenger he had no spear,
He stormed the palace without fear
The people all leaned in to hear
When he announced the time of the turnaround
And all those temples built for nothing
They needed you just to stay alive
Ain’t it good to know that saint was good for something?
As she married you
And carried you
Across the other side.
Now judgement day has been entombed
There’s no messiah, there’ll be no doom
Open your heart and make some room
For that sweet freedom that you’ve found
I always knew I heard a voice
I had no clue I had a choice
Now I can’t help it, but rejoice
Thank god allmighty for the turnaround.
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People selling something nearly everywhere you go
Selling you the world like a ticket to a show
I could be sheepdog followin’ the rules
But I don’t want to have to be another one of them fools
All across this town
Hey, pretty mama, I ain’t gonnna let you down.
‘Cause I’m a high-flier spitfire stumblin’ on the trip wire
Beatnik pogo-stick quicker then a brush fire
A rag-tag scallywag singing you the blues
I might be juggling knives and I got big shoes
But I ain’t no clown
Hey, pretty mama, I ain’t gonna let you down
I can do you silly, baby, I can do you wild
We can take it nice and slow or do it freaky style
Some’ll make you think it, honey, some’ll make you feel
But ain’t too many boys around who can make you squeal
While your hands are bound
But no, pretty mama I ain’t gonna let you down
‘Cause I’m your oil-can soul man, baby I got big hands
War-torn reborn looking for a slow dance
I can feel the beat, and I’ll tell you where it’s at
I like the way that you meow, so won’t you be my cat
And I’ll be your hound
And yes, pretty mama, I ain’t gonna let you down
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10. |
Simple Little Lie
03:42
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You got bitten by the viper
Your hand it reached too far
We were waiting for the bomb to drop
And I opened up the jar
A voice was out there screaming
But we couldn’t understand
I thought I’d almost found you
But when I reached for your hand
I got burned by the demons of the night
I got turned by the fire in the sky
Shot down by a pilot flying blind
A ghost that will not die
A simple little lie
They will hook you with pornography
They use screens to fool your eyes
They speak to you the honest truth
While they’re wearing a disguise
You’ll get cornered in the alley
By the man who was your friend
You’ll rant and rave and kick and scream
Until you are one of them
I used to be an honest man
But the truth it didn’t set me free
But with every deciept
I see the walls surrounding me
The urge it says to kill him
The urge it says to steal
The mind it can’t stop talking
The heart can’t tell what’s real
We think we can outsmart it
But it’s we who are decieved
With our holy grails and fairy tales
And our worn-out make-believe
We all get burned by the demons of the night
We get turned by the fire in the sky
Shot down by a pilot flying blind
A ghost that will not die
A simple little lie
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11. |
Crowning Glory
01:39
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Here comes your crowning glory
Your success story
You stand before me and it's your solution
You finally paid your dues
And it's front page news
And if you want to cross the line
It's a revolution.
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12. |
Ghosts of Downtown
04:06
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Bang! The gun it’s a smoking now
Hey, ain’t nobody joking now
The hand that has been stroking you,
You know that’s a chokin’ you
Faith, the hand that keeps on guiding you is
Rage, the fury that keeps blinding you
To the crime and villainy
The angry god that’s killing you
And it’s a long way down
Living with the ghosts of downton
The smoke, the flames, the dirt the dust
The violence is a part of us
And it goes a long way down
Nukes, roaming in Siberia
Shots, in the cafeteria
Fear and mass hysteria
The TV keeps on scaring you to death
Oil, buried in the desert sand
Bombs raining in the holy land
Killing for the holy man
Drillling ‘til the day there’s nothin’ left
And it’s a long way down
Living with the ghosts of downton
The smoke, the flames, the dirt the dust
The violence is a part of us
And it goes a long way down
They keep telling me a saviour’s gonna come
To save the good and leave the rest alone
Ain’t nobody gonna save you from yourself
You’re gonna have to do that on your own
Blood, you know that you keep spillin’ it
Hate, you cannot get your fill of it
No matter what the scripture said
You want to see your nemesis drop dead
God, will always be invisible
But love, can make us indivisibile
We can be invincible
By holding to this principle
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13. |
Back to you
03:32
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I grind through the gears of steal
Spin on the roulette wheel
And march on the battle-field
Where nothing is true
I carry my curse to the ends of the earth
But I always come back to you
I crawl through religions
Past the laws and the systems
Past the light in the distance
‘Til I haven’t got a clue
I get lost all the time
In the maze of my mind
But I always come back to you.
The lions and lambs
The crooked and damned
The fools who have nothing to say
They can’t rant and they can rave
‘Til they’re blue in the face
But they’ll never keep me away
Past walls and locked doors
Past famines, past the wars
If I’m rich or if I’m poor
I will pull through
I can drown in the river
But I’ll be delivered
I always come back to you
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Dewey Kincade Louisville, Kentucky
Dewey Kincade is a singer-songwriter based in Louisville, Kentucky. He's played in several bands- most notably The Navigators. Other acts include: The Fellow Travelers, Freeloader, The Money Shots, Satori and Bourbon Fried Dixie. Dewey is also an album producer, and most of his stuff is on other streaming channels. This site is for primarily for unpublished (or works in progress). ... more
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