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LE SOLEIL REBELLE SE LEVE
The Rebel Son will Rise
Cast our singing bones into the wind
Yeah
You always win unless you don’t learn when you lose
The sun is bright but cannot talk
One day it talked
The sun said hello but the people heard nothing
The people heard nothing
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A Good God Damn
05:45
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A GOOD GOD DAMN
As I see past the stars beyond the horizon of trees
I hear a faint laughter in the midst of the breeze
The dancing planet will tilt and will twirl
Today I will laugh, I will laugh at the world
I am a forty hour work horse on an outlaw crash course.
With dynamite in my two fists? You best not be on my shit list
I got blood on my brass knuckles, I got a skull on my belt buckle
But I’m a humble man, I’m a giving man
Yet I don’t give a good God damn, come on y’all
And he don’t give a good God damn
I used to be a good boy and now I’m gainfully employed
Just tryin’ to make ends meet with a motherfuckin’ meanstreak
I got character flaws, I got numerous battle scars
But I’m a peaceful man, I’m a loving man
Yet I don’t give a good God damn, come on y’all
And he don’t give a good God damn
You can find me at the Stone Boat Saloon, I got a bad attitude
I may buy you a drink, but I don’t care what you think
Oh, you think you got a shot?
You can meet me in the parking lot
But I’m a hopeful man, I’m a spirit man
Yet I don’t give a good God damn, come on y’all
And he don’t give a good God damn
I might pay for your lunch, I might throw the first punch
I might pray for your soul, I might smack you in the jaw bone
I got blood on my brass knuckles, I got a skull on my belt buckle
But I’m a family man, I’m a heart felt man
Yet I don’t give a good God damn
Take ‘em home boys
And he don’t give a good God damn
And I don’t give a good God damn
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3. |
Mad As A March Hare
04:44
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MAD AS A MARCH HARE
Has anybody seen my mind?
I tend to lose it like my keys from time to time.
Is it under this rock or out in the road?
Because I think I forgot more than I know.
See my swerve, see my stare.
I’m as Mad, Mad, Mad As A March Hare.
I am Mad, Mad, Mad As A Mad Dog.
Skibby doom bap dap fallom-alooggah scrimshaw.
Scrimshaw? Whale bone.
Jumpin’ up, jumpin’ up, boxing your ears.
I’m in an empty stadium but I only hear cheers, mates
Light it up! Serve me up! Where’s my Stone Boat Special, see?
Jesus saves but he might not forgive me.
See my swerve, see my stare.
I’m as Mad, Mad, Mad As A March Hare.
I am Mad, Mad, Mad As A Mad Dog.
Skibby doom bap dap fallom-alooggah scrimshaw.
Scrimshaw? Whale bone.
I made it easy to march to this
But can you detect my drum sticks rat tat tat from the wrist?
I been fishin’ and it ain’t in the sea.
I been flyin' and it ain’t hidin’ in the trees.
It ain’t blacked out on three bottles of red wine.
Maybe it’s creepin’ somewhere in the moonshine.
See my swerve, see my stare.
I’m as Mad, Mad, Mad As A March Hare.
I am Mad, Mad, Mad As A Mad Dog.
Skibby doom bap dap fallom-alooggah scrimshaw.
Scrimshaw? Whale bone.
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Sea Of Bones
07:15
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THE SEA OF BONES
I am the dark side
Of all that is of good
I take more than I need
and want more than I should
I am the darkness
And you are all alone
Sinking with your coffin ship
Into the sea of bones
Sinking in the sea of bones
Sinking in the sea of bones
I am the fiction
That breaks you in the dark
I am the answer to your question mark
Sinking in the sea of bones
Sinking in the sea of bones
I am the monster
Clawing at your soul
I lost my way
So many moons ago
I am the killer
Of hope and of peace
I could be a beacon but
I prefer to be the beast
I am the guilt
the shame without remorse
I am the rider on the cold white horse
I am the Nightmare Man
Or so as it seems
Surfing on the sea of bones
Flowing through your dreams
Surfing on the sea of bones
Surfing on the sea of bones
Sea of bones
I am the buzzard
The vulture overhead
Scavenging and weeping
And dancing with the dead
I am your last breath
I am goodbye
Drowning in the sea of bones
Where my demons hide
Bones
Sea of bones
Drowning in the sea of bones
Drowning in the sea of bones
Sea of bones
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The Lobster Dance
03:52
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THE LOBSTER DANCE
Just give it a chance
Gather ‘round everybody c’mon let me demonstrate the lobster dance
The good time dance that leaves you in a positive mental state
It’s easy for the veteran and simple for the rookie
First you clap your hands then begin to boogie
Raise your hands straight up to the clouds
Now spin around and scream real loud, woooooo!
Yeah the Lobster Dance is creepin’ on yo’ shores
Shake your lobster tail on the dance floor!
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
You see, dance craze is a part of history
The Charleston, the Mashed Potato, you got the Watusi
The Electric Slide and the Twist
Later on slam dancin’ in the mosh pits, mosh pits
The Monster Mash, even the Limbo, boss
I’m not a fan of it but there’s even the floss
From the Moonwalk back to the Locomotion
Now the Lobster Dance is on land and ocean
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance
So gather ‘round everybody and participate, the Lobster Dance
With a groove that makes you feel real great
It’s easy for the veteran and simple for the rookie
First you clap your hands then begin to boogie
Raise your hands straight up to the clouds
Now spin around and scream real loud, woooooo!
Yeah the Lobster Dance is creepin’ on yo’ shores
Shake your lobster tail on the dance floor!
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on everybody make claws with your hands
The Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
It’s easy everybody just give it a chance
And do the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Come on, the Lobster Dance, the Lobster Dance
Just give it a chance
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6. |
Where The Idiots Breed
07:17
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WHERE THE IDIOTS BREED
So amused with what you hear and see
Scroll fiend drifters hypnotized by glowing screens
Witch hunt stalkers in online communities
Welcome to Earth where the idiots breed
How we gonna win when we’re destined to lose?
With ten billion dollar bills you still couldn’t buy a clue ‘cause your easily amused
So amused by trends that last for a week
Six pack of abs, buzz words, and sex on the beach
Energy drinks and fast food to eat
You got low self esteem but at least you got white teeth
The carbohydrate phantom got you shakin’ in yo’ shoes
I can’t catch that buzz on watered down booze
Sorry I had to be the one to bring you the news but you’re easily amused
So amused by pills with two million side effects
And a daily dose of mind control pills in your kids breakfast
Might as well take one more pill so you can have hours of sex
Then snort a birth control pill to pass your pregnancy test
Now I ain’t knockin’ on your right to choose
And I don’t mean to preach to you but I will ‘cause you’re easily amused
I can still hear trumpeteers blowin’ on his bigot horn
In a xenophobic, homophobic, mysogynistic porn
I wanna watch your burnin’ float sink in your racist parade
We are all getting fucked but you think we’re gettin’ laid
Our environment is dyin’ and you choose to ignore
The facts of the matter smokescreen by the corporation whore
I will never salute your Kool Aid cult, your pompous chief
Or his puppets, his rats or his brainwashed, braindead sheep
Digital gadgets, social media addiction
At what point did reality become science fiction
I guess at times I am an idiot too
We are all just beasts of the field caged in a digital zoo
You see, there’s a lack of identity in the Orwellian Society
Attack!
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Ten Bell Salute For Alphonzarelli
Alphonzarelli, Alphonzarelli
You never left a stone unturned, you never left a turn in-stoned
Define fighter for me, Alphonzarelli
His words were defined on the walls of design
By the ink of divine comedy
Everything is nothing, always walk the line
Everything is nothing, always walk the line
You never know what you’ll find
The sun done set on the legend
The sun done set on the legend
Alphonzarelli, Alphonzarelli
I abuse your illusions by feeding your delusions
Said the legionary, the luminary
The sword with the feather, mix ‘em good together
And you are legendary
Even your shadow said you were a tough act to follow
Is there really a tomorrow?
Tomorrow
The sun done set on the legend
The sun done set on the legend
The sun done set on the legend
The sun done set on the legend
Aww man, give me a break
The fighter sat up in his bend
Ten scale pain pounded, thundered in his head
He said
Always walk the line, you never know what you’ll find
Morphine mother can’t you see
I will live on for eternity, eternally
Morphine mother where am I?
Then the fighter laid back down to die
Alphonzarelli
Everything is nothing, always walk the line
Everything is nothing, always walk the line
You never know what you’ll find
Even your shadow said you were a tough act to follow
Is there really a tomorrow?
The sun done set on the legend
The sun done set on the legend
Yeah, GO!
The sun done set on the legend
Goodbye old friend
Alphonzarelli
Alphonzarelli
GO!
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Rebel Son Rise Hermon, Maine
RSR’s arsenal of audio weaponry includes voice, 12 string and electric guitars, bass, drums, djembe, bodhran, auxiliary percussion, tin whistle, Native American Flute, jaw harp, tuned glasses of water, brass knuckles, glockenspiel, Viking Gjallahorn, taglharpa, taglharpa bass, keyboards, organ, samples, lyrics, art design, photography, film/video. ... more
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