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Palace of Sin

by Palace of Sin

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All entertainment is already old Audiences love when the joke don't go Taking a trip cross the whole continent A Conestoga that's weathered and bent
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Candy stripes and a gartered sleeve Pedal two miles and blowing loudly My Shangri-La in a penny arcade In '55 its a two dollar day When a suntan meant you were lazy Equivalent to devil worship Fantasizing all those magical days Threading needles is always worth it Jim Barlow and the Golden Horseshoe Was so amazing what that guy could do Murmured heart with a prolapsed valve Horrible grief it'll happen a lot Never called home cause I never knew It was a thing you were supposed to do The bloody screams of young rock and roll Listening in on the AM radio Biloxi born neurotic No excuse for life itself I found a home in Garden Grove that I abandoned just for the road
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Evermore 03:13
Given a Razor's Edge and I was reborn A wood bound scrapbook left me lost and forlorn They always look better than they really are But with free love well we ain't bound to go far When I first saw her. Melissa. That sylph like figure from a family of raconteurs. I found myself staring and falling in love with a family long familiar with oppression. An oppression I never understood. And I never would. Tabula rasa ill blighted to start That stupid maxim never touched my heart But here's this banjo it may save the day Nobody laughs but the waiters anyway We buried our flowers in an anti-corporate individualistic freak based culture, that new religion. That new religion of macrame, where I disguised myself as an artist and I started spewing social realism with a biting edge. I felt so new like I could make a difference. Stormy hubris and naivete She's not yet holy, not yet alien to me
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Brick City 00:57
Life begins again knowing that one win Tumbling with a glowing face of gold Knocking knees at Oak Street Linking rings in fifty three The cheerless formality Vibrance left outside the home Lulu was heaven in print and when debt was forgiven Spirits soared and tears were shed Gently weeping in my bed A complicated childhood qualified me for a life to hide & escape in the arts I want to know my brother
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H8bit 01:56
Broken bridges, twenty seven stitches I promise you don't need to tell me more than twice Your river mouth, flapping wings, raining favors I can't believe I wasted so much time thinking Maybe I meant more than something that you could use Another human to abuse or maybe things aren't as simple as they seem But when you come asking for Another stable whore I'm placing all my bets on my own dreams That buzzing moan, distorted tone that taste of iron in your throat I opened every single door and you took credit every step You think I'll give and give and give until I've dug my own grave and lain right down. What the fuck did you expect? You're like a cancer roaming freely through the streets your words feeding off the weak and those who hope for more than scraping pieces Bleach won't clean your hands enough until you've melted every single bit of evidence of your condemning DNA You better run and keep on running cause this world is much too small for either of us to plant roots in any ground You're dripping acid all around You're oil spilling onto shore Your life is wasteful even more than I state
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Eighteen long years, ten learning four refining Eighteen years, four spent in wild success Could've been confusion or the coffee Could've been a place to camp Could've just been San Francisco Exotic destinations, man Making jokes to an empty room Muttering quietly to myself Juggling North Beach Put an arrow through my head This absurdist balloon act needs some somber tones some sobriety But my hands keep reaching slowly for your breasts Oh God you are aging before my eyes
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Businessmen with blood covering their hands Avoiding Vietnam with exaggerated migraines and a lottery that changed to volunteer But until then one central finger is reserved for John Frankenheimer who deserves hordes of young men not so young anymore to tear him apart But maybe Super Dave will save the day And who am I to save my face from egg Panic attacks plagued me for two decades From one bad experience By seventy two love had cooled to rage Became a precise tool working the stage What sucks the success dry is all the fame My biggest regret is not going to bed with Linda Ronstadt
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But I will write when the road stops from under my feet and I will talk in a microphone occasionally and isolation is enhanced by your erotic hips and let me enhance loneliness with this parting of lips
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Distorting what's happening The audience ain't laughing But the waitresses are But the waitresses are September 27th, 1978 Being left on the ground Left to murder & rape Left to murder & kill You did everything I wanted All I wanted to do I did it for you I did it for you A reminder of an empty jar Idaho silence and stars A reminder of an empty jar Idaho silence and twinkling stars
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Scott1 02:56
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An 8-bit punk album loosely based on the life of Steve Martin.

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released October 31, 2016

Drew Danburry & Scott Fletcher

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Drew Danburry Baltimore, Maryland

Drew Danburry has independently toured and released records since 2002.

He's released over 400 songs on over 20 albums/13 EPs and played 800 + shows worldwide. Including 2 Daytrotter sessions, 3 invitations to Pop Montreal, 1 to Pygmalion Music Festival and 1 to Treefort Music Festival.

He's accomplished this long list of acheivements almost entirely DIY.
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