THREE YEARS IN THE MAKING
the back like a burglary/ how we steal the
show we execute it perfectly
Biz- Welcome back here’s another one we’re
through with the non-sense, I hope you were
influenced by the two we accomplished/
keep the track loud, we been scribbling
rhymes down/ bigger beats better sound get
ready to find out
Joe- It was warmer down where we invented
the course but we gained better support
building a credible force/ we’re headed up
north conquering any unknown prospect/
progress/ anything else is no object
Biz/Joe/Steak- And when the beat bounce
back, It’ll be clear/ there’s been some major
upgrades/ dues paid/ new studio gear/ so
here it is, three years in the making, the third
installation, thanks for your patience.
POUND BOOM
Steak- Straight stumped with the way that it
thump, creatively inclined/ realigned/ stricken with that urge in the nick of time/ verses
intertwine, manifest, progress/ whatever the
circumstance is, word advances, oh yes/ it’s
like that when young house be rocking it/
right back and forth crashing course so provocatively/ and I’m hoping the product will
be a thrilla that breaks through the ground
with the strength of a gorilla/ from the length
of my syllables, night through the dawn/
hands down I navigate my life with these
Chorus
songs/ from the sight that was spawned, my plight
was prolonged when I learned to differentiate the
rights from the wrongs/ now we move with the
rhythm, and use what we’re given for music that’s
proven therapeutic when listening/ isn’t it bliss
when instruments mesh with the art of simplicity/
shit, who woulda guessed
Chorus- It goes pound boom/ slip into the drums
from the sound room/ hear it up the street from
the volume/ yes it mysteriously haunts you/ we
haunt you
Biz- I’ve gone through many changes, melodic
derangement/ staying strange in a basement, faced
with a fate that helps me relate to this miraculous
content haunted by every product that comes
across as non-sense/ on and on it goes/ stomping
beats and proper flows/ opportunity fleets we never
know where it goes but we’ve been exposed to these
beats as a whole and I need every note to creep in
my soul/ if I bleed for my folks than I’m reaching
my goals/ mutha fuckaz/ the reasons why are many
that we’re doing this for pennies and scraps of love/
acting tough in the face of adversity/ gotta keep a
strong sense of urgency/ certainly/ quiet in
Joe- So baffled by the way that it all unfolded/ from beats built with lead the applause
is golden/ used to play the Devil’s advocate
and God’s opponent/ now we play hot-potato
with a scalding moment/ it’s so hot, who
could be opposed to globe trot/ on nothing
but the fact that you host a sure shot/ it’s
taken me to where mimosas flow like botox/
and showed me that home offers most to
Joe Slops/ we’ve grown lots and we skinned
some knees/ since the first album dropped
some relations sustained injuries/ we made
music, made friends and enemies/ paying
dues as we turn etudes to symphonies/ since
the path of my transit is riddled with cracks/
I put the axe that I brandish in discipline’s
grasp/ trying to master the language of trimming the fat/ down to passion and anguish
as simple as that.
Chorus
UP UP AWAY
Joe- I got a busted old hoopty and a couple
cassettes/ a little Buena Vista Social Club
up in the deck/ and I could liken this feeling
to the wonderful sex/ y’all are having with
my words when you’re loving my text/ but
the muscles I flex are nothing like pecks/
they be the type of brain muscles mother-uffers
neglect/ when they’re so concerned with comin’
correct, they forget/ that truly rockin’s never giving people what they expect/ so let that be our
niche and we’re carving it out/ we got no time
to wallow in doubt, holler and shout/ and we’ve
been talking about finding an alternate route/ to
travel with a belly full of chocolate stout/ ‘cause
if good livin’s religion then we’re awful devout/
staying hydrated though our state is caught in
a drought/ you see the place we live is arid and
the winters are cold/ but still, my boat floats in a
river of snow/ ever since I first decided I would
give it a go/ I’ve been enjoying the journey
from beginner to pro/ and I’m addicted to the
feeling creeping into my soul/ that I might just
help a couple individuals grow/ bring ‘em
to Joe
Biz- The challenge will be to not stop the mood/
and do the duty I got got to do/ we go up up
away and it’s never gonna stop/ Funny Biz,
Steakhouse, big Slops, let it drop, come on
All - Stop, and see I haven’t a choice/ but do
the duty I got with this beautiful voice/and
it’s up up away, and on to the next show/ to
explode with more energy let’s go/ come on.
Steak- Now we back with another jam, understand it’s fresh/ come and huddle under the front
of the stage and manage your stress/ stay intact
with the vibe that we bringing/ cause we thrive
when it’s live, doing it right from beginning
to end
Biz- Throw cheers to your peers, clean the beer
out your ears/ get your feet of the tile, we’ll meet
and greet in a while/ we travel miles and miles
to see you smile and get down/ this ground has
been bound for mid town
WHERE WE GO
Biz- I’m feeding off a feeling a million times a
minute, trying to find a definitive vibe/ the one
that the children described/ the building’s alive,
so bob and break your neck/ throw your hands
to the heavens cause life is in effect
Steak- Now intellectual party rap, that’s true
duality/ captured and mastered through passionate use of talent/ see that’s using balance,
we happen to do it gallantly/ the primary goal
is maximum musicality
Steak- So we bust back coming ready to unpack/
another fun track sounding supple like what’s
that/ this ain’t no thug rap, lyrical blood bath/
of played out bullshit you’d normally shrug at,
naaa
Biz- This be the real deal sonny boy, not for
the fame or money toys/ probably to make the
honeys moist/ follow the sound of Funny’s voice
over the hills, through the woods/ through the
door, up to the stage/ show me love like I knew
you would
Steak- It started back before I had a more
adequate fascination/ with adjectives that
can capture and active imagination/ when
my lack of patience preceded the fact/ believing is half of the battle, we’ll leave it
at that/ now back to the start, the force that
lead me into this art form/ the source of this
since the beginning was marked/ it’s grown
so vast I rarely act discouraged/ it’s been a
battle to scratch the surface/ broke through,
it evoked hopes of doing it large/ knowing
that it would grow with an intuitive charm/
every minute spent vision bent/ living on
ambition, the big dream was in effect/ let’s
just say I might of never went this way/ if I
hadn’t ever stepped on stage and met with
an incredible fate/ and I remember the date
like it was yesterday/ and the sound progressed/ I knew now that it’d never amount
to less/ beat making, rhymes and expression became best described as an obsession/
tricking typical minds with inexplicable
rhyme scheme timing/ see my dreams will
never appear in the clouds/ they’re nearer
to ground/ to make it clearer your hearin’
‘em now
Biz- For me, it started with a beat on a street/
this kid Steve K played the keys/ and the rest
is history/ but don’t forget about the things that
are in between/ and depending on what I mean,
could be talking about the drugs or the time I
spent in the clink/ I had plenty of time to think
and my pen had run out of ink/ I was standing
in front of the sink/ and I said to myself, what
a mess I made/ I never meant to be this way/ I
feel a little bit strange/ I think it’s time to make
a change/ but I’m too stubborn above it it’s all
truth/ I’m ‘a keep running intending to get loose/
when I reach what Iíve been gunning for I’ll do/
anything that I have to do and that’s proof
Joe- Started back before I had formal love affair
with phrases/ that helped me make my statements in a well developed cadence/ I read
the sayings that philosophers and sages had
chiseled in hieroglyphs or scribbled on tattered
pages/ it ran in phases, I caught the standard
vapors/ I was given chances I was even handed
favors/ but then discovered trying to be a man of
patience/ that I only fanned the flames and
ever too late to make that change/ but I probably
should made it already, the statement is heavy
as hell/ and I’m ready to bail on this whole situation and except that I fail/ I’m the man that I
am, just a little derailed.
PIPE DOWN
developed Manny Faces/ I admit it I was trapped from jump/ long before I discovered rap and
funk/ I was a classically trained average punk/
thumbing through pop’s wax in a plastic trunk/
excelled at class after lunch/ resisted but mom
and dad had a hunch/ and even though I didn’t
practice much, they recognized that I had the
touch/ most who roam with guitar in hand/ are
gonna tell you the future is hardly planned/ I
met the Blanket at a party and/ subsequently
spread tunes to the farthest land/ with a cello, a
fiddle, and an MPC/ three fellas with a musical
propensity/ started following the feeling it was
meant to be/ and it’s just that that sets ‘em free.
Biz- Doing what I gotta but I get in a lot of trouble/
the sooner I get to water the sooner I pop the
bubble/ I’m not subtle my intentions are clear/
I’ll get there without a mention of fear/ so when
the devil appears, I’ll be on my way to heaven
with a 10 pack of beer/ leave two in the fridge
for the man in mirror/ eyes to the clouds, tell my
family I’m here/ it’s been so long I don’t know
what to say/ I’ll stay strong, I won’t run away/ I’ve
been so wrong and it’s not the way/ is it
Biz- If you acting up we be acting out/ if you
talkin’ stuff steak will smack your mouth/ I’m
here to smash the doubt with massive clout/
we off the hook like bass and trout/ we take the
classic route/ while you suckas steady perpetrate/ hurting hip hop’s vertebrae, searching for
the words to say/ Ke$ha gets worse every day
keeping murder at bay/ wish her songs wouldn’t
play/ meanwhile Slops in dismay
Joe- I’m in a murderous rage, simple and plain/
kids’ll get slain for thinking they can mention
the name/ this is where amateurs get hung with
the expense of their chains/ and sensitive lames
are bound to catch a dent to the brain/ look
homie you and your henchmen are censored and
tame/ Whiskey Blanket rhyme pads turn pencils
to flame/ from east of Memphis I came/ via the
Mesopotame/ strictly to mess up your frame/
and bring the vengeance and pain to your grill/
you’ve chosen the fight route/ so if you take one
step closer it’s lights out
Chorus- Pipe down, you’s an over-hyped clown/
stop what you’re spewing or you just might
drown/ pipe down won’t you please pipe down/
stop all that trash that you’re spewing right now
Steak- Gee golly, hear the speech volley/ we
them jolly fools bringing this at ‘em like molecules/ you’re straight tasting my words like
flavors beating your tongue/ only breaking
‘em down to make you eat ‘em for fun/ never
taking ‘em back, we vigorous/ and it’s gibberish if jealous haters are saying different/
I’m straight mischievous/ Funny Biz‘ll go fist
for fist/ Sloppy Joe will up and beat you with
his fiddlestick/ so flip a middle finger fit to
flick a brittle cigarette/ cause trying to touch
the blanket is like trying to touch a silhouette/ so don’t forget your earmuffs or your
mittens, cause the heights that we spittin‘ll
give ya altitude sickness
Joe/Biz- What’ll it be/ suckers who wonder
how we just do it so comfortably/ you’re huffin’ and puffin’ ain’t serving the WB/ unless
you got supper for three/ if it wasn’t for digital music I’d probably tell you that nothing is
free/ love it or leave it to me/ cousin I never
needed you to fucking agree
Steak- Right now can we do a check in the
room and see who’s left that‘ll pipe down/
not enough and I got trust nothing‘ll change/
aim is staying the same and you might
drown/ in whatever you’re saying/ it’s forever
deranged/ I’d get it better with a weapon
in range/ my level is game/ straight play
through the pain and regain the momentum
I’m able to re-attain
Chorus
Joe/Biz- From east of Memphis I came/ via the
Mesopotame/ strictly to mess up your frame/
and bring the vengeance and pain to your grill/
you’ve chosen the fight route/ so if you take one
step closer it’s lights out.
ANOTHER DAY PASSED
Biz- Another day passed/ another lesson
learned/ I try to stay fast, but the pressure
burns x2
Biz- I earned everything single thing I ever had/
try to keep and cherish for some reason why
it never lasts/ maybe that’s why I’m always
strapped for cash, acting an ass/ tap it and dash,
now I’m trying to get my lady back
Steak- Or maybe that’s due to the fact I’m losing
lucrative stacks/ of cash to vehicular snafus
and studio tax dues/ it gets wack/ my stance on
finance is taking two steps back
Joe- Who lets that stagger their growth/ most
are stuck spinning in a patterned approach/ so
when it comes to work and play we ain’t tallying
votes, but knowin’ that we better benefit from
balancing both
Biz- I been hurt but I learned my lessons
Steak- And quit second guessing my first
impressions
Joe- It irks me less when I truly improve/ finding
that I’m better suited to move your feet
Chorus- I know ya heard it before/ but ain’t no
way around it but to learn as you go/ look no further, I’m certain you’ll know that you were born
as a person with a purpose to grow
Biz- Another day passed/ another lesson
learned/ I try to stay fast, but the pressure
burns x2
Biz- I’m ‘a try to live it up a day at a time/
try to stay composed while I’m making my
rhymes/ try to stay afloat but I’m hating
the grind/ it’s just another day hustlin’ and
pressing rewind/ did I mention my mind
has been working over time/ I’m acting like
it’s life but I don’t know the lines/ I’m not
convinced it’s right but I hopin’ to shine/ I’m
walking towards the light but it’s broken,
I’m blind
Steak- Ya see when luck’s stuck in a rut/
shucks I chuckle it up/ and chuff nugget so
tough, enough until my troubles just fade
into the past/ see that’s when I’m free to
relax and be creative to pass the time/ cause
time flies like a jet/ you get brought down
all the time you’ll live a life of regret/ ya flip
flop now, that’s a sign of neglect of a positive
mind set
Joe- Yet if every day passed contains a
lesson learned/ that’s why I’m hesitant to
claim that I’ve yet matured/ I wonder am I
biased to whatever just occurred/ or when it
comes to certain things am I less concerned/
with nowhere left to turn, left to my own
devices/ I wrote a left a center rhyme that
I hope suffices/ I’m out to heighten expectations, lower prices/ and write the tunes of
an economic global crisis
Chorus
Biz- Another day passed/ another lesson learned/
I try to stay fast, but the pressure
burns x2
GENUINE STROKES
Biz- I lost my mind trying to find where I thought
it would be
Joe- Got it back when I asked why I need to
know
Steak- Often times I’m inclined to be wondering
free
All- Not intact with the facts, rather leave ‘em
alone
Biz- I lost my mind trying to find what it didn’t
posses
Joe- Got it back when I asked how it’d change
my path
Steak- Often times I’m inclined to be giving a
guess
All- Not intact with the facts, rather make ‘em
the past
Biz- I lost my mind trying to find what it already
had
Joe- Got it back when I asked what the knowledge was worth
Steak- Often times I’m inclined not at all and it’s
sad
All- Not intact with the facts, rather call ‘em a
curse.
Steak- I’ve seen better days, dreaming of future
endeavors/ preaching a satisfactory meaning
of something clever/ it’s now or never, whatever
settles your stomach/ in this tainted age where
people peddle ‘til they plummet / fuck ‘em/ swashbucklers chuckle under a naked sky/ knuckle
head ruffians scuffle instead of playing nice/ from
day to night I fly away but never ink it/ sometimes whatever floats your boat might also sink
it/ but I bring it back in fact these raps traveled
plenty far/ offering guidance on tossing nickels
into penny jars/ while starving artists carve their
follies into tree trunks/ I spent my younger days
popping ollies off of speed bumps/ it’s fantastical, what do ya say we pray to god speed/ one
of these days I’ll be able to make it in a stable
arrangement/ but for now we’re independent and
the cable is basic/ we’re basically straight from
the basement, painstakingly blatant/ pleasing
the people simultaneously making a statement/ it
be the dub blanket mad dogging senior citizens/
pumping subterraneous waves to keep ‘em listening/ I fidget with gadgets that mimic the habits
of limitless magic that labels every instance a
classic/ and giving the vision’s elaborate, there’s
strenuous growth/ for a true mad man, these are
genuine strokes, no doubt
Joe- I’ve seen worse in my minutes on this
green earth/ I spend them hoping that
wisdom would make a rebirth/ with each
verse I’m becoming more unorthodox/ penning symphonies in the key to Pandora’s
box/ these are morbid thoughts for the true
perfectionists/ those who are fed up with low
standards of excellence/ we sit perched like
an eagle on a precipice/ while the misdirected lead their people on an exodus/ I’ll
take you back like a glance at your battle
scars/ back before you ever had the chance
to be a fan of our’s/ I was just a little kid who
never trusted Santa Clause/ and pedaled
home with TV dinners hanging from his
handlebars/ nowadays I’m bunny-hopping
over cattle guards/ trying to pose unanswerable questions to the man in charge/ I came
to find that he had thrown us for a loophole/
and learned to turn a profit from a pocketful of fool’s gold/ truth told, I never meant
to bear the bad news/ or learn about your
poorly executed tattoos/ I’m only here so I
can illustrate a true tale/ they say I got a
minute and no limit but the blues scale/ I
make a pallet full of musical notes/ a ballad
for eccentric ladies and unusual blokes/ so
you could say I got a passion for assembling
folks/ to validate the composition of my
genuine strokes
Biz- I’ve been throwing flares down a pair of
broken stairs/ hopin’ there’s a way to fix this
wick and hold a sturdy flame/ for the runway
is dim, the hallway is slim/
and beyond the corridor there’s a canvas to be
stained/ some can feel ashamed when taking a
dark path/ some will take it slow while others will
start fast/ it’s hard to be a man with a heart made
of glass/ and it’s not an easy task when you’re stark
raving mad/ who’s that? angelic or demonic/ the
angel of my past or the relic of my conscience/ I look
forth to the order of accomplishments/ searchin’
for the skill within and different ways to polish it/
I caught a solid glimpse of a genuine deficiency/
strokes from my bow tend to bellow out a symphony/
surrounded by the timpani/ brass be the infantry/
crash through the melody and outlast the century/
ha
Steak- Please gather around and see a
rather renown rounded sound/ we down for
pounds, put ‘em here/ never fear cause this
here is sincere/ we been doing it non-stop
for 6 years/ it’s clear that it’s too late to turn
back/ never mind what it would take making
these words last/ we learned fast/ never
really knew how/ steadily we through down/
this is what it do now
RULE THE ROOST
Biz- You can tell that it hits by the way that the
drums drop/ flock to the music and stop with the
gumdrop pop of the past/ fill up a glass of whiskey and cuddle up with some kids with class/
fill up a flask/ if you need a little get away from
winter to the mid of may/ a synonym can pin a
phrase/ a minute’s all it’s gonna take/ it’s critical
to demonstrate/ a ripple in your special place/ a
little can regenerate this music
Chorus- Ay yo we been here for years, ain’t going nowhere/ to those who think we won’t, we
don’t care/ we rule the roost, our shows are no
fair/ like a hundred year flood, the flows is so
rare/ now what word describes how we’re ripping it/ mad energetic we gets the crowd live/
let Steak cut it down to size
Joe- Now if you’re ready for the unadulterated raw/ shit that made your dogs really
wanna wave their paws/ then make applause so that we show our fatal flaws/this
must be in the world’s ten greatest jobs/ so
whether it’s long or we pack it in short sets/
who could be better to eradicate your stress/
than the four best in collaborative quartets/
the kings of Colorado and the Mack of the
Northwest.
Macklemore- I believe it was about 5 years
ago/ I got booked down in Colorado for a
show/ finally damn/ get up out a Washington
Albums on the Hill/ this is fucking awesome/ 12 people singing off key like, hold
your head up/ beatboxing drinking whiskey
and rolling some L’s up/ round here, some
crazy ass white kids/ these mother fuckers
are paler than I am/ 12 people/ the next time
40 and the next time 80, I’m like damn this
crazy/ I got that feeling like look at where it’s
taking me/ not feeling worhtless/ finally got
a purpose/ king of couch surfing at whiskey’s
house perfect/ a fifth of that bourbon and
drinking on pearl street/ eating on a buffalo
(which tastes like hamburger a lot actually)
but besides that, I’ve been buckin’ shots at you
juggernauts/ busting off these unctuous flows
smoother than butterscotch/ I saved dough for
2 years to buy my classiness/ spent the money
on studio gear and eternal happiness/ that’s
just what happens when you battle true intention/ and try to just deny a justifiable obsession/
a lesson never learned settled firm in the tracks
of a certified maniac certain to find his path.
Chorus
JOIE DE VIE
Joe- They say I shoulda been a doctor, a
lawyer, a pilot, a stockbroker/ instead of
such a musician piece of a pot smoker/
they seem to think I only got older and lost
focus/ I got a lot closer to my dreams through
osmosis/ the hot hopeless headed romantic
vocalist/ rapfiddlin’ practitioner of hypnosis/ who’s admittedly ill-fitted for show biz/
half-wittedly ad libbing his final opus/ no
fibs, I never needed your gold hits/ that’s the
whole reason I’m slow seasoned as smoked
ribs/ you were sleeping, I was steady training both wrists/ to scribble calligraphic
postscript on your closed lids/ know this,
listening true dissonance fans/ I ain’t really
through dissin’ the beauticians and glam/
I’m just too enveloped in rhythm to envision
a plan/ that’s the trouble finding out you’re
more musician than man
Chorus (Bonnie)- It’s poetic, I hope your feeling copasetic/ we wrote a glorious story and
no one read it/ and I’m feeling ornery/ C’est
la joie de vie
Biz- My voice bellows like the low keys of
a rickety piano/ shaking pictures off the
mantle/ the man’s an animal, stands in the
TAKES TIME
same stance as his ancestors/ strong/ same struggle
but he ran faster/ a man after an intangible dream/
drunk off the fans and a handle of Beam/ dismantled but clean/ able to channel the screams into
energy/ feeds off the love and demands if he needs,
he’s manic indeed/ he stands in the breeze/ stay
high like trapeze artists/ and stampedes as far as he
can see/ reverting’ to plan B/ empty like a canteen/
he’s all that he can be/ he can’t understand me/
myself and I have been at each other’s throats, emotions choked/ due to smokin’ dope, what’s broke is
broke/ but I’m hoping you’re open cause I’m letting it
out/ Funny Biz, what it is, the definition of loud
Chorus
Steak- Never thought it’d be a vibrating wave that
determines how my life goes/ I spent it making ‘em
take shapes and it might show/ on every face that
meets the bass, the beat, the graceful speech/ it’s
been a journey just to say the least/ and that’s after
only half of the laughter/ past the last chapter of
novice if that matters/ music is my life/ I love what I
got/ ain’t a damn thing gonna ever take it’s spot/
Joe- A lotta people seem to ask me why I’m still
deciding/ if I got a knack for fiddle or a skill for
rhyming / but I play it all so I will be climbing
‘til I find my cloud with the silver lining
Biz- If it’s time I got, ain’t time I’m wasting/
gonna find my spot cause my rhyme is patient/
when I turn the corner and I finally make it/ I’ll
be looking back on that road of shiny pavement
Steak- But as I look back yo it kinda seems
strange/ how the music biz came to what it is
over decades of change/ that’s why I pay respect
to all the genres that have honorably paved that
road the best
Chorus- You can never limit yourself to one
style/ you can never quit when it gets you no
miles/ gotta play it all and attempt to make
smiles/ cause we all trying to make it unique,
it takes time
Joe- To develop a sound/ it takes repetitive
trial and error/ levitation of a head above
ground/ these are the musical elements
we’re fed as a child/ so we never jettisoned
anything that led us to now
Steak- We resurrect the life of long forgotten
legends/ pioneers of music who are gone
and never mentioned/ through re-invention
of the songs of desolation in a style that’s
accessible to younger generations
Biz- Not a generalization cause I’m playing
all the kinds/ of music that I like because
I keep an open mind/ try to stay to stay
eclectic/ try to think outside the lines/ there’s
a whole lot of styles and they won’t be left
behind.
Chorus
ROLLIN’ ALONG
Joe- Another little town, another record store/
another room of heads that I wasn’t checking for/
another chance to lug equipment to the second
floor/ in the alley way, both hands knocking on
heaven’s door/ we show up late with no sign of
sound staff/ just to twiddle our thumbs for an
hour‘n a half/ we shout and laugh, critique the
local graff/ and window shop for things that
we would never hope to have/ if there’s time for
getting food, it’ll prove impossible to pick and
choose/ with everybody’s stomach in a different
mood/ and since the rude promoter’s feeling impatient/ we just settle for a pizza from the building adjacent/ but the pain’s numbed when we fill
in the spaces/ with strange mugs and familiar
faces/ it ain’t much but the feeling’s contagious/
trying to catch the same buzz in a million places
Chorus- So we keep rollin’ along/ going from
town to town/ playing tunes, eating cheap,
sacrificing hours of needed sleep/ so we keep
rollin’ along/ going from track to track/ like crack
another brew up in the stood/ ‘cause what’s life
like there’s nothing to lose
Steak- It took time to fine tune the flavors/ utilize
the size of music’s nature/ to break ground inthe
town of a mountainous state/ we found what it
take to take crowds in a powerful way/ it’s Big
Steak, you best check your bit rate/ undereducated producers - get your shit straight/ a mix
tape don’t allow you to dictate intelligent minds
developing lives in this age/ a little way to
remind myself that living’ is truly a blessing disguised/ why else would it be due to progression,
we never loosing the lesson/ while staying true to
the roots through human expression/ and I was
given a gift that I’m living by giving it
back/ to all my people intent on keeping
the rhythm intact/ that’s how we interact in
a better way/ a simple fact surely bound to
keep us entertained
Chorus 2- So we keep rollin’ along/ going
from place to place/ playing songs, making
friends, buying stacks of vinyl it never ends/
so we keep rollin’ along/ going from verse to
verse/ like crack another brew up in the stüd/
living life it’s something to lose
HANGMAN’S KNOT
Biz- We keep it rollin’ along, there ain’t no
stopping this/ we keep making our music to
touch the populous/ we tear it down whether
small town or metropolis/ pull up a stool it’d
be cool if we could talk some shit/ about a
musical revolution or politics/ but I gotta jet,
it’s on to the next town/ I don’t wanna go yet,
I’m buying the next round/ damn ya’ll people
make it hard to leave/ especially when a
man wear his heart on his sleeve/ now we
packed in the Civic like a can of sardines/
and it’s time to hit the road yup, living the
dream/ me and my team crossing lines with
high beams/ I love this here, yeah you know
I’ll never quit/ traveling, playing shows is
the shit/ it’s been real, but I got to get/ moving on down the road and not the opposite.
Steak- Now let me tell you all a story of a man
who went mad, from good to bad in a flash/ he
understood that his past would never be a true
reflection/ of his lifelong pursuit toward perfection/ now less disguised would best describe/
how excess defined this writer’s invested mind/
though his quest in life was to mesmerize/ he
wondered if his words would stand the test of
time/ overcome with doubt, he started making
revisions/ ripping up pages and pages of stories
he’d written/ previously happy with pieces
that hadn’t mattered these passages became
increasingly dissatisfactory/ and that mentality
began to consume his grasp on reality and it left
the man doomed/ damn soon, he started to lose
touch/ with a world that had once inspired his
writing and grew trust/ in what was becoming
destructive but he struggled still/ from what
he troubled, befuddled by what he’d puzzle
build/ metaphors dreaded more than veterans
of prison/ he started questioning life through
existentialism/ that’s when his vision had
literally gone crazed/ long days drawn mazed
in a vividly strong haze/ it was the wrong page
of a chapter he couldn’t change/ and the last
book he’d write that’d finally drive him insane
Joe- Stumbling home through dilapidated
palisades/ half awake in a rat-infested alleyway/ he takes a long swig to steady the hand
that shakes/ and staggers on, an erratic path he
navigates/ the acrid taste of a casket he can’t
escape/ around every corner harassment waits/
the city looms, a labyrinth of past mistakes/
where dreams die and sanity evaporates/ lately
he’s been losing sleep at a rapid rate/ as he
gravitates toward the place where the madness
lays/ his latter-days are devoid of the accolades/
from a cavalcade of yeasayers who sang his
praises/ racking his brain he tabulates a cast
of names/ of the happy faced and phony critics
who have betrayed him/ before his enemies
collapse with a gasp of pain/ he want to watch
‘em all dance in a mask of flames
Biz- One by one he followed their every
move/ writing down times and places, waiting to pick and choose his moment and as
soon as he knew it was right/ he started to
collect and bring them to the burning site/
“I’ve earned the right” he said to himself as
he crossed another name off his list with that
thin felt tip pen that used to create beauty/
now being used to document his hate duty/
he had them all now in that moist, cold basement/ hoisted from the ceiling in an ornate
placement/ with a pile of stories and torn
works adjacent/ fuel for the fire to burn down
the hatred/ he doused the place with gas
and made haste/ with a thirst for revenge he
tried to get a taste/ but as he lit the match,
it fell to his waist/ and he burned to the
ground and smoldered with his mistakes.
All trackes written by
Whiskey Blanket
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mixed by Steakhouse at “The Lair”
Recording Studio
Mastered by Jim Wilson at
“Jim Wilson Mastering”
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Photos by Joe Lessard, Xander
Hirsch, and Tobin Voggesser
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