THE OTHER SHOE
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
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I know what’s coming.
It’s just a question of: What comes after? 
The world shifted again 
Hold your breath: and bless the disaster? 

It’s never on time 
Sneaking around your reminiscence 
Always holding out 
The other shoe drops when most defenseless 

And swear and I sway 
Never to be caught off guard again 
And pray and I plead 
I’ll be good if it returns back like then 

What is that feeling? 
Oak Silhouettes behind sunset skies 
Shudders embrace it 
Postmarked yesterday, packed full of lies 

Limestone memories 
Barely the room to even lie down 
Cold call the time back 
Seven A.M. and still hate that Sound 

Moribund safe house 
Eviction notice but wrong PO Box 
3000 gallons 
End of a year the tap gets fixed shut 

I know what’s coming. 
It’s just a question of: What comes after? 
The world shifted again 
Holding breath: a blessing or disaster? 

HARD TIMES
Lyrics by Jesse Hill
and Ryan Ramsdell

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As I look up to the sky, With my hollow, empty eyes
I ask myself: where did I go wrong? 
 
I spent my last dime,  On an old jug of wine.
All I got left, aint nothing but a song. 
 
I'd give you my shoes, For one more lick of booze.
One more lick of booze, to get me through

(Chorus 1)
Something tells me, the hard times are yet to come.
And I think that my time round here is nearly done.
And I know it aint much but I’ll give you all I know.
Guess I’ll be moving on now…Here I go.
 
I’d sell you my soul, For one more pull.
Just one more pull, To get me high.
 
Cuz I've been so down, Roaming from town to town.
I just can't pick myself up, off the ground.
 
I been down in gritty bars, And snuck onto railroad cars.
I've spent the night blacked out in the gutter.

(Chorus 2)
Something tells me, the hard times are yet to come.
And I think that my time round here is nearly done.
And I know it aint much but I’ll give you all I know.
Guess I’ll be moving on now…Moving on down the road

When this life is through, will I ever get my due?
Or will the end be just another night?

I'd trade my left ear, For one more can of beer.
One more can to quench this awful thirst.

Many restless nights, huddled under stairwell flights.
Wondering if this rain will ever stop?

(Chor. 2)

 
 
PALLBEARERS' BREAKFAST
Lyrics by Ryan Ramsdell
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At the pallbearers' breakfast, The coffee went cold
The breakfast went uneaten, Melancholia took hold.
 

This old death was a good one, That’s just what people say.
It climbs its way up so slowly,Three years to yesterday.


Chaine-Stokes the very soul's flame,And still it wants out
Separate the salt from ash, Take what it’s about.


 Cracks the wall, and foundation, The remainder will slip.
They thought back on the future, Never excluding him.


 At the pallbearers' breakfast,The crust began to crack.
There is a silent annoyance,More burden to the stack.


Do anything for kin and blood,But it’s the doing that hides
The secrets buried beneath the rock,Undisturbed by tide 


Obits written on paper,By way of felled trees
Old roots that dug below the grave,By the trees that we feed

 

 

CROWS AND ROACHES 
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
and Joel Hill

When the  crows and roaches, Do inherit the earth
My form be in a box, Six feet under dirt.
Although its course, May change many times
You’ll  find my haunt, Where the river winds.

Don’t want to say goodbye….

A millennium may pass, And still a millennium more
The pit will remain, hot to the core
The smell of wet cedar And the silence of smoke
Winged termites dancing, To the echoes of folk

Don’t want to say goodbye

The moon’s always hiding, cause the owl’s awake
Rain becomes showers, And showers a lake
But nothing can drench, The old camp fires flame
In the forest from where ,the sweet music came

Don’t want to say goodbye

But forms will still play, Imaginary line
Tossed in the air, Then for water’s collid
Stone upon stone, on a sandy bed
This is where  I’ll be, after i'm dead
 
THE MESSAGE (I am the word)
Lyrics by Ryan Ramsdell
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You can smell a storm a coming,
A war is in the wind 
Give safe harbor to your friends and family,
As the helter skelter begins
 
(Chorus)
The message is out so take heed
Bar the door and cover your eyes
The message is out so take heed
Bar the door and run for your life

I am protection from the now
A shield beyond the sign.
I am the devil,
With a bald head
"X" scars the establishment
 
(Chor.)
 
No conspiracy remains untold                           
The valley of death, the bottomless pit
Will the son, be the savior?
Or they likely won’t give a shit.
 
(Chor.)
 
I am the word macabre as true
To my followers, blood begets ink
And I will be your general,
From under the bathroom sink.
 

THIS IS THE STORY OF ALBERT CAIN (A Proper Cannibal) 
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
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First time I heard the name Albert Cain
They just put him away for going insane
But Albert Cain swore he was stayin be
Wasn't going anywhere unless by his own feet

Guess he killed a man in Aberdeen
Offended a logger, logger got mean
Logger took a swing, Albert said not nice,
Without regret, had the logger's life

People fail to say where he got a blade
But he says you gotta cut meat, you gotta shave.
Just so happened this meat was fresh
Buried deep behind a Carhardt vest

Drug the dead, outta of the bar
Lifted six feet of corpse into his car
A stickler for safety, everyone belted in
Wouldn't want a ticket,now that would be a sin

Albert drove out, to his place
5th wheel and an acre was where he stayed
Went inside grabbed a shovel
This one was big, too much trouble

And so Albert Cain, thanked his lucky stars
And sat about dressing the best parts
Belly and above for the eats
Below that for the trees

Three weeks later, the cops caught on
Finally figured out where 10 men had gone
How could one man cause so much pain
Albert figured a hearty appetite's to blame.

WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell and
Joel Hill

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No time for settling down, Cuz it gets you down,
It will poison the soil.
Stop putting down roots, Because they aint telling the truth
Waiting for the door to open its self.
 
Grab the bottle on the bottom shelf, wind in your face,
 in this mortal race.
And if you aint gone soon, It’s doom and gloom
City signs passin ya by
 
Chorus:
Running free thru this field of redemption, to be had
and sealed
The lights are always brighter, when they are burning out
Intentions are bare in the desperate stare
of a wanderlust
No hope for today as we watch it all go the way of rust
 
No time for harboring regrets, Is this as good as it gets,
when the day is done?
Memories are too bare, as if you weren’t there
Waiting for the door to open its self
 
Grab the bottle on the bottom shelf, wind in your face,
 in this mortal race.
Always the dull hope, that this is just a joke
Headstone seems more real.
 
(Chorus)
 
Bridge:
When the weight of the world, is pulling you down
Grab that bottom shelf bourbon and drink it on down
Let your head slowly slip to the floor.
Let it Go……
 
Less and less to feel, and so the blur of light
Thru windshield at night.
Got nowhere in mind, just wasting time,
City signs passin ya by
The Rain is pouring down, and I can’t Hear a sound
No Time for Settling Down.
 
BITTER REMINDER OF YOU
Lyrics By Jesse Hill

She was the sweetest damn girl ever i'd known,
The sweetest damn girl by far.
She was the cutest damn thing ever I'd seen,
She meant the whole world to me.
And her eyes are still, the prettiest green, I'd ever seen in my life.
And I wish she didn't leave because I miss her tonight.

Should've stayed right here, with me my dear,
Cuz I would have never let go.
Now it's clear to me that,
You don't love me no more.

Now that day has finally come, and you know I'm on my way.
Guess all I ever wanted was to make her happy. I didn't care what it'd take.
But time goes by, and people change. Not me. I guess I'll always be the same.
I thought I was in love with her, but guess she don't feel the same way.

Should've stayed right here, with me my dear,
Cuz I would have never let go.
Now it's clear to me that,
You don't love me no more.
WHITE-KNUCKLED HEARTACHE
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell and
Jesse Hill

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Hands placed every plank, of the company store.
Nearly dead …  and they demanded even more.
At the end of the week, when the tally was all done.
The Paycheck was light, Seems I work for free and it sure ain’t fun.

Black on black tears,  full ‘ construction grit.
Mix on my face, with gray beads of hard sweat.
Cold calloused skin, cracks at every seam.
While the heat boils my blood,  to a crimson steam.
 
Chor.
I live a white knuckled Heart ache.
I broke my Bones. And never saw my Home.
And when I'm done doin' what they need me to.
They’ll Nail a Pink Slip onto my Back.

Nearly on my death bed, dying from the flu.
Phone been ringing off the hook since noon.
Bossman says…there’s no time for weakness.
Says company is sufferin’ bad, all at my expense.

After one year working, my knuckles to the bone.
Boss(man) called a meetin’, maybe  get the raise I'm owed.
But as I open the door, my jaw goes tight.
Got hammer in his left hand,  and a nail in his right.

Chor.
I live a white knuckled Heart ache.
I broke my Bones. And  never saw my Home.
And when I'm done doin what they need me to.
 They’ll nail a Pink Slip onto my Back.
GET SOME FRESH AIRE
Lyrics By Jesse Hill
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If heaven's above and hell is below,
Than what the hell are we doing here?
Is it some kind of cruel cruel test,
To see who's good enough and to hell with all the rest?

Oh, but time goes on, with or without you.
Don't get caught up in the day to day.
See I live for myself and not a higher power.
Because in the end it doesn't even matter what you believe.

Chor.
Because hell just ain't big enough for everyone.
Just think it over and you'll agree.
It's not a matter of keeping your faith no more.
You think for yourself....and I'll...think for me.

Well I'm not saying, that I don't believe.
Because the fact is, I just don't care.
See I live for today, and not for tomorrow.
Get your head out of your book, and get some fresh air.
HIPPIE PASTRY
Lyrics By Joel Hill and
Ryan Ramsdell

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Two cups of poison makes, the sugar go down smooth.
Drifting through strangers with nothing to lose.
This pastry's got me in a terrible way.
Thought approaching light speed -nothing left to say.

Too many faces, melt into the crowd.
Can't hear the music cuz it's way too loud.
Demon cookie holding on so tight.
Close your eyes boy and wait for the night.

Chor.
All day long in the sun, aint had nothing to eat.
Beware the hippie in the corner slingin' them sweets.
Come over here boy, let me show you the way.
Sit in the grass a while, turn your night into day.

Senses heightened now as I sink into the ground.
Pandora's box open, no going back now.
The corridor's stretching for miles.
Heavy footsteps as I slip through the cracks in the tiles. 

Chor.
All day long in the sun, aint had nothing to eat.
Beware the hippie in the corner slingin' them sweets.
Come over here boy, let me show you the way.
Sit in the grass a while, turn your night into day.

Toss and turn in this monster of a bed.
Puked so hard, severed neck from my head.
Need to find a safe place, to sleep not fight.
What do you expect asking for a bite?