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Hells

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"Hells" was a collaborative effort, sort of. Backbones of the songs written by Brett Taylor. Other things were left up to the other musicians involved (Chris Wise, Jason Willis, Justin Terrell, and Pam Cantu - always in alphabetical order, by first name). It was nice while it lasted.
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released 17 April 2010
Engineered by Chris Ryan at Dead City Sound
Mastered by T.W. Walsh.
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Heartbreaking Cerebral Independent Tune-Art Based on a True Story featuring a 21st Century Weak Male Lead.

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Track Name: Bonely
When I sit here I'm bonely.

Anger, anger, fuck the danger.
I'm sick with red blood and dilated pupils.

There's a sudden death horror.
Just a straight-up vision of hell
I keep seeing when I breathe in,
only the smell.
I keep thinking that everything is perfectly well.

I sit alone in a car which is parked out on the street.
The full distance, I have tracked my dying seed.
Remind me, oh god, in what do i believe?

The colors spin through the room
like a slow-dance with the sound.
The lights are off and there's no music in the town.
Loneliness: a bad bone.
I turn my head down.
I see my feet, and only one is on the ground.
Track Name: House
Up at my grandfather's house you hear the crickets.
The house he lives in is new, or it was when he bought it.
And the house that he grew up in stands right behind it.
And the pond next door is stagnant like the people who own it.
Shortly after moving there, in 1992 my grandmother caught it.
That liver disease, it ate her. It feasted like maggots.
So now he's all alone in his small town in Texas.
No big city noise, no bright lights infect it.
The lonely, the few, the sad, let the lord please erect us
Into one big smiling family, please guide and direct us.
I am one with all those old men, and there's no one to help us.
The lord, I believe he exists, just not in Texas.
Track Name: Don't Regret the Thing You Done
Who are you? (I'm an angel.)
(And what are you?) I'm ungrateful.
(You tried to learn.) But i stumbled.
(You crashed and burned.) And yeah, I fumbled.

Well who are we to not speak honestly?
We got too little time to not go nuts.
So, burn the house. And as it blows down,
don't regret the thing you done.
I'll hunt like a wolf, and smear blood on the walls.
I'll be like a tree: strong and tall.
'Cause I grew up quick and never found my niche.
So I wrote it down, and I sing it loud
that

"The saddest thing I ever did see
was a woodpecker pecking at a plastic tree.
He looks at me, and 'Friend,' says he,
'things aren't as sweet as they used to be.'"

And so it goes.
It all makes sense.
(So just let go, get off the fence.)
Track Name: You're
You're:
a spin.
a wall of doom.
a lacking of all balance.
not fair,
but true.
sin.
the absence of all good.
a whirlwind of pure hatred.
a snake living in "Lake Should."

Imagine a human skull tornado.
Imagine a televised, live death row.

You're:
sick.
crippling.
red and black unholiness,
that latches onto me.

So please:
go.
exit me.
don't even find yourself a new host.
If anyone deserves it, it is
Track Name: Headless Horseman (Microphones cover)
I got hit hard, I'm on the ground.
And if you swing again, I'll duck.
And I wish you the best of luck.
You deserve yourself.
And I return from my trip to Hell
as a headless horseman.

Oh, what a loss.
I went back to get my stuff.
And it was tangled up and tough.
I stood there and stared you down.
And I walked aimlessly around.
With a flaming pumpkin head.

And oh, what a loss.
My soft hands replaced by claws.
You turned me into a stray dog
from a mighty human man.

And oh, what a loss.
Oh, what a loss.
I miss my closest friend.
Now I cling to rocks and wind.
It's a precious thing we've lost.