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if jesus had a gun he'd be alive today

by KONKLIN

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Evan Gordon THIS EP IS GOOD YOU SHOULD GIVE KONKLIN YOUR MONEY Favorite track: capybara.
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1.
stargasm 02:01
We set fire to every fern in every house on W 16th St. Mike wore his shoes down past the soles Then died bleeding real slow Tonight’s the night We turn 13 years old We’re erect and we are bold What would you exchange for a broad? Not a god damn thing! What would you trade for a Klondike Bar? I’d give everything We burned the tombs of every pope who passed and filled our hearts with hope Mike followed Virgil through the smoke and flames stenciling the walls of hell with his name We sold our souls for Satan’s muse so why can’t we sing the blues What would you do to get out alive?
2.
capybara 06:18
God damn the punk front men Who convinced me I could sing I’ve screamed all my thoughts But it hasn’t amounted to anything I will be covered in tumors A Fleshy, mountainous terrain I will die of bullet wounds Left untreated in my brain I hope they find my notebook And call it a masterpiece I hope they bury my corpse Alongside Master P’s All the tantrum’s I’ve ever thrown Are now written in verse You’ve got a pretty face There’s no way it could get worse If I could just stay apathetic and sleep my life away If I could turn off my brain and get rich some easy way I am the Great.I.Am. but you came to fuck that up If I could just stay apathetic and sleep my life away Secluded, all alone Separated from my friends Won’t you take me down, Soft shade and innocent? I am the few, the proud I want to go again You’ve got a pretty face I want to be human I don’t think that they’re listening to me
3.
phoenix 05:39
When I was young I climbed the family tree Where I rose to the Heavens Fell, and scraped my knees I bled for the next 3 weeks Now I don't believe in heights Never look up toward the sky As far as I'm concerned There's no such thing as birds The sun is another lie Underneath a magic leaf I kissed a blonde girl in the evening She dipped beneath the Earth Until fires claimed her skirt and she became the dirt you're kneading Wish that I stayed in touch With people that I claimed to love Instead him myself in a daze If I had the courage, I would say Please, don't fade away I will show you my faith by what I do said James, in the morning as the (car) door slammed shut and his old life sped into the blue Take me far away from here Said the gin bottle to the lips help me forget her smell, her smile and her hips put me back to sleep, said the alarm clock to the hand When I die, I'll fade and won't go straight to heaven I'll float around for a few days roaming the old haunts where we laid in Phoenix, Arizona (along the by and by) Wish that I stayed in touch With people that I claimed to love Instead him myself in a daze If I had the courage, I would say Please, don't fade away
4.
is hardcore 03:49
Hold my hand and strap me down Cover my wounds with a hospital gown Bury me in my minor threat t-shirt Stick my corpse so far under the dirt That my bones become one with the earth I spent the bulk of my life in a hospice My body, it shifts and breaks From all the abuse it undertakes My senses flutter and they shake And I die and I die and I die My body, it fucking aches From all the lovers in my wake My hands love it when they shake And we die and we die and we die Put on those good jeans and misbehave Drink every sip until you’re feeling brave sense the aggravation in every limitation Tell my friends I believe in re-animation Send me off with several drunken salutations I spent too much of my life getting anxious My body, it shifts and breaks From all the abuse it undertakes My senses flutter and they shake And I die and I die and I die My body, it fucking aches From all the lovers in my wake My hands love it when they shake And we die and we die and we die Oh, and what else could you do? As the walls are all coming in on you Well, how many songs have rhymed “do” and “you” How many notes about you could you prove? Well, I’d like to do you too Is that how my body looks to you?
5.
I want to be an old black man Sitting on the front porch Spitting chew into a can I want to gather the neighborhood kids Tell them stories of the war And all about my old whores I want to taste her in my tea I want to feel her faint heart Beating next to me But she don’t know that I don’t shower I go streaking through car washes Screaming, “White and black power!” And I know that I’m trying to hard When I shouldn’t be trying at all Don’t try to be better, don’t try at all, just be who you are I’m a passive wrecking ball Politely rolling down the hall If you stand in my way I will ask you to move I will use “please” and “thank you” As I bite my tongue I will ask you not to do things You’ve already done I want to be a martyr for a cause But I believe in nothing And nothing always works I want to love someone as much as I love myself But I will heave my final shot with no time left
6.
goat flag 02:33
Generic, Christian man Have you been told Of your resemblance To the savior, God As depicted in the paintings Bleed with me Christian man Transfiguration is upon us Have you ever tased flesh Garnished by the blood of favor Sleep with me Christian girl And i will pray For your transgressions Have you ever left the north? I'd like to take you south this season Half-blooded, Christian girl You've got eyes That burn forever Sub-atomic Nuclear power That courses through Your veins like water I do anticipate the explosion Explode! Explode with me I want to see our guts reign Down upon some unsuspecting town

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thanks to michael briggs, our families and pen-pals.

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released October 27, 2014

scott - stringed instrument, primary screaming sean - lower stringed instrument, secondary screaming chris - hits things michael briggs - sound wizard makaela - emotional support ashley - lyrics art

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