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DOUBLE DEVIL LYRICS
"Port of Call" (2006 EP)
1. Mother's Ruin
2. Omitting the Senses
3. Blow It Up
4. Less Illumination
5. Port of Call
1. Mother's Ruin
Hey hey, what`s with the gutter and the sidewalk
that made it out for my bed
I say, I feel a pain sensation knockin`
Right behind my forehead
At times I need the junipers to feel good
to stop the war in my skull
Last night I sold my daugther for a gallon
and then I drank it all
Feels good to feel not a thing
No care that I care for no one
Safe and warm once again
The sky`s black they`ve turned off the sun
Still the question`s the same
Why the ruin of mother`s?
No more, cheap consolation for a penny
Is this the end of my dream?
For sure there is a way to work around it
I could go blow someone`s steam
When I move to chase the dragons up the alleys
I find support in a cane
Then I learn I`ve got the shit end of the stick here
going down the gin lane
:/Feels good to feel not a thing
no care that I care for no one
Safe and warm once again
the sky`s black they`ve turned off the sun:/
Still the questin`s the same
Why the ruin of mother`s?
2. Omitting the Senses
It`s getting intense, my sweat is emerging
can`t comprehend, just gotta move on
come on let us go down,
to a place I know called suicide town,
where there ain`t no fucking around,
it`s going down tonight boy
I can see that your future`s smiling
to you when you just believe in me,
when you break through the wave of silence,
you will find my words to be true,
I march to war in my one man, counter reality corps
in a way I see, wh`s wrong with me
solitude crawls in the crowd
supressing my past, omitting my senses
want this to last, strung out on these streets
so come on kill that frown,
tag along with me to where the shit goes down,
it`s a place called suicide town,
can you feel the heat boy
wanna know why it took you so long,
to find out that I`m here for you,
let it go let it roll and take your
seat down in your family`s womb,
3. Blow It Up
Lying down in the barrcks is a man
gone into himself he`s the son of Uncle Sam
submerged obligations in a big jug of beer
fine malt, liquor, no fear
rude awakened wwoden shrapnel in the rrom
that chunk of led is gonna hit me prety soon
flying past him it begins adressing him
get up, unfold, your sin
wake up, wake up
everybody`s going for the raging war
I can see you, I can see you in end
dancing on the thin red line
the wicked schemers start to forge their master plan
in the great white keep with Uncle Sam
when the splinters from the bullet hits their skin
hey you, repent, your sin
wake up, wake up
you`re sending everybody to the raging war
I wanna see you, wanna see you in the end
walking out the thin red line
wake up, wake up everyboy`s going for the raging war
I can see you, I can see you in the end
dancing out the thin red line
4. Less Illumination
Dreams of tomorrow, sons of yesterday
Feed on dated sorrow and a six pack happiness
What to do, what to think, where to go?
Seems like all ends
And the only thing you know is that you`re
nobodies friend
Time behind shades is a life so bright
Who can see a point in misery in the water tonight
No point at all now in looking out
Staying here for yet another year is gonna suck
And the light is sold to buy a six pack happiness
Night is getting cold, I noticed, now we`re talking less
What to do, what to think, where to go?
Seems like all dead ends
And the only thing you know is that you`re
nobodies friend
5. Port of Call
Let us speak of our time the age of no beliefs
Where faith and aspiration`s a long forgotten myth
The soothing uninlightment, the solace of dogmatics
Was fractured by the urge to answer all of our inquiries
When some preserves folklore as it was from the start
Some should care to say that things have changed a lot
The words are the same but the frases they compose
Have now grown different values as the world us shows
Reocurring in my head a notion in my mind
You have no need to think as you do speaking all the time
We and all the others do not live in despair
If you feel a need to preach then ask us if we care
We can not be bothered to sing along your song
Faith can be so many things and none of those are wrong
If you contemplate it is no wonder
Why man from all the world in such prodigious numbers
Journey to the ferry man with one voyage in mind
Port of call: beyond infinity where they will hide
Here among the living us who still have laboured heads
The dawn of our religion`s stuck the sun won`t seem to set
Though we`ve smashed the walls of the knowledge it contains
The dogma`s words are obsolete and still won`t change
No need to shed no blood your righteous path requests
Still the pagan`s got a silver cross imbedded in his head
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