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The smell of it, makes me spew
Call it funny, I don't know what to do
With it, you can cook anything
Come on over and pick my batwing
Need my money, that's it oh well
The country's under a vinegar spell
The smell of it, makes me spew
Burn your mouth, it'll make you move south
With it, you can cook anything
Come on over and pick my batwing
Need my money, that's it oh well
The country's under a vinegar spell
Vinegar is good
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Numb
03:31
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Your problems pale in comparison
What's the meaning of it all
I'll lie right here on my back, when I'm already numb.
It's all made up in your head
Well I thought it out, beyond reasoning
Try not to try so hard to try, when you're already numb.
Then I'm already numb.
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The Vicious Circle
04:51
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Well it's the last time I tell you how I feel anymore, I'm sick and tired of being rejected by you dimwit fucking whores, well they get into bed at the drop of just one damn dime, well it's just the last time that I hear you call my name, in the middle of the night
Can't stand it had to be, hope you don't get mad at me, when I say you done fucked your head up on cigarettes plus alcohol weed and ecstasy, well I'm not too proud , I must get laid right now, somehow I do resist this, vicious circle goes round and round.
Don't stop me I tried but won't be cheated no more, get fucked for fienden' for goddamn whores, well I'm justified, cause I got mine, now I place one daughter on precious time, Ya fine I came, ya fine I went, and I've kissed some broads the devil, now I'm different, thank merciful God somehow I dig it deep politely baby
Now I know we had some good times, in our late night escapades, but I'll be hittin that pussy the last time, in my late night belligerent ways, ya I was trying to be a good man, and stave up that insatiable but, I done hit it too quick, to wander down in it, could you refuse to fuck more than once if this vicious circle went round and round? Well this vicious circle, went round and round.
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i hate cops
05:06
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Morbidely obese, cleanin up the streets, uneducated, power hungry always eatin' on the beat. It shouldn't matter where I'm parkin, shouldn't m,atter that I'm skatin'. In an antagonistic relation. In an hypocrisy for a paycheck.
The mother fuckers suck. The mother fuckers duck.The mother fuckers, suck and duck, and shoot a man with a garden hose.
Cause no matter what our rights are. With those piggies, they won't go far. But don't worry, I'll put'em where they belong. Eatin' my shit, on an ass stankin' pig farm.
Good cop and a bad cop, let's go to the donut shop. America's finest, but most likely not.
good cop and a bad cop, let's go to the donut shop. Uneducated ex-highschool jocks.
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Idyllwild
04:11
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Where the trees grow, we grow exponentially
Where the fields grow, nature operates in harmony
Where the wind blows, a fuel dominates autonomy
Where the rivers flow a waste bent to wage go out to sea
We fabricate, we pack and we smooth
and desperately we vow to live again
the conscience laden bow in lieu of sin
and sing our praise to those on whom we dine
the truth, in desperation everybody dies
no matter color class or sin we're always equal in the end
credits
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a song about surfing
05:54
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Last time I first met you, something in my eye
Lookin at your face, as I penetrate both sides
Why must I love two fake plastic tits?
Why must I love such unabated arrogance?
Seems like a TV is just a make-up masterpiece
THat might be good for you, but it won't do shit for me
Goodbye, goodbye my lady, pretty baby, cause out on an ocean is where I found, a beautiful girl
Now it's dawn and I'm a cripple, cold water in my face
Look at my heart swimmin' as I go from place to place
Weed, sweet cherry pie, I hope you fuckin' multiply
Cause I ain't leavin' til' my face is red, and my socks are off
cause it's so easy to get into you, I just take my time and pull out when I'm through.
Elect the mercy of an untamed majesty.
Those who would drown in you found of natural affinity
Goodbye, my pride, my anxiety deep inside
Cause when we've gone, we've drop the bomb, youi'll still always be a beautiful girl
Right left go
get on or think about it
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Corporate Suicide
01:49
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You know I'm crazy, no pardon me, no sorry I owe you
People amaze me, don't park so close, new briefcase, nice new suit
Merit is to credit card as coprophagy is cold penetrate the arm.
So this is who you are, McDonald's gonorrhea, bring it on
You are under control
You do not have to die, there is no reason, no why, so why aspire to?
You do not have to die, there is no reason, no why, it's corporate suicide/.
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Patterns
03:29
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Who has you in control, demands your full respect
Alone and bored, it's a shame,
None but yourself here to blame
I'd pray but God has let me down so now...
Let your body slow, as your children grow
Vengeance plagues your mind, you become a sissy baby
It's ok, no backbone, hide inside your shell for safety
Those who insist there's no way out, are dead now
Fools would waste your time, live a lie alone
Buy your air supply, to hear you sing Oh I....
Think I fly
Oh why?
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Where we are is bound to make your blood boil.
Where we are is a matter to make your mind toil.
Where we are is relativated lack, of violence knowone cares for that.
What we are is a bit of the brainwashed F'n spoiled
It don't matter to me, what oyu saw on TV, all I know is there's no pave in this road, and we're lost here with nowhere to go, cause we're lost and we're stoned, we're lost and we're stoned, we're lost and we're stoned in Mexico.
Why do they follow with flashing red lights?
Pointing my way as they eye me in spite.
Waiting in line, for a judge with no jury, and a Mexican medallion
Federales have us seized, I'm not worried.
Nothing matters to me. Got my full Mexanese. For all know, this is part of the show, play a song, and we might let you go, cause we're lost and we're stoned in mexico.
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F14
02:15
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Goddamn I'm 18, I'm a military man.
But I'm goin back east, to shoot all the nips I can.
Maybe I'm crazy, but damn it sound like fun, with one hand on the bible, and one hand on the gun.
Goddamn that uncle Sam made a cripple outta me. Gonna get no girlies, with a fucked up dick disease. Maintain my sanity on trips with a teenage queen. That for now is stickin my dick in the back of an M16.
Give me 10 give me 10 give me 20, give me VD, give me sanctuary. Give your heart to the lord, while you stick your dick into a whore, so watch your cocks, or your going home in a box. This is my rifle, this is my gun. This is for fighting, this is for fun.
give me 10, give me 10, give me 20. give me VD, give me sanctuary. Give your thanks to the time, while a hand grenade hear blew your mind, where most of all , givin thanks is protocol.
Left, left left right left
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Armageddon
03:14
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THe longest day, shall weep my friends, how long were we all to pretend?
THe world takes it's time, rule the world takes it's time, rule the world, til' we're happy again
The longest day, shall reap my friends, how were we all to pretend?
To armageddon, to armageddon
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TUFF(100%)
03:11
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Boys play with army toys, and sooner or later we will have to act to cool, it's the golden rule amongst us fools.
Guys, with the starin' eyes, so good at, hiding insecurity, not sharing feelings publicly, become men, lackin oxygen and payin' women to so those things their wives don't dare to do.
Fade to gramps, he's not humpin grams, in a life of labor he will need her companionship, cause once those tuff years passed, she'll be kickin his ass.
He was T-U-F-F, 100%, he's not wearin' pink, he's drinkin heavily, mullet drivin corvette
Well I'm T-U-F-F 100%, with that RnB in SUV neck, BMW scene.
credits
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Skull Tattoo
03:26
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You are a skull tattoo and a black dark shaded shirt.
You are a wasted smile a cigarette by birth
Selling distinction has been vexing you so far
Soon you will fit the mold, and sing and sound, and loook just like every rock star
The finest things we offer, right here for you. repeat it over and over, what have you go to lose, design a song for sing along. This world is getting over you. Those smiles becoming shoulders. A dream you can't recover. I don't agree with cheap metaphor, but you've gone the way of the buffalo.
Now that you've tasted fame you hungrily want more. Now you're a drug addiction, shit you can't afford. Left to degrade yourself on music video.
While singing nothin too profound, and nothin too obscene, just what will guarantee some play on the radio.
Integrity won't mean shit, once you're through, Repeat it over and over. With nothing left to lose, and on your way out.
design your soul for radio, kissed and told is how I know. A broken beast in all intents, the chemical of stereo. We've got a flavor that's made just for you. Come time to meet the vulture circle. Missing you with nothing spared to think about. Don't agree with cheap metaphor, don't subsist on your shit anymore, prepaid God for nobody. When you've gone the way. And my body's telling me right now. You've gone the way.
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So you want a job, my name's Tom. So what country are you from son? If you're sick, grab a sack, there's some gardening in the back. If you're jew and it's true, then I'll shine your shoes. It don't matter swede french or dutch, well it don't mean much, we organize like a crayon box. Middle east, oh that's sweet, we'll arrest you in a week. If you're black, don't attack, there's no money in the back, jack. Oh little baby. Get up and get a job, it's just the process of discrimination.
Me outsides are white. You better bet I thank the lord everyday. And most of all thank God I'm not gay, fuck a fatherly wish with the flick of the wrist so opportunities always dismissed.
Pure little baby. You're safe, so safe inside of me. No factories, infirmities, intolerance of grace. It's just the prosthesis, inseminating.
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Up a Creek
03:21
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Faling down now, I need a friend
It'd be stupid to pretend
too washed up not to defend
Not feeling normal, you can see
I'm sinking outward silently
Can't pretend that it's not me
We were talking, you were walking
Icy feelings, up a creek and here again I said
A fallin' picture of a family, a folded model from a magazine
Somehow these things they inspire me
A broken bottle, a shard of glass
Abandoned buildings I always pass
It's true that life goes way too fast
We were talking, you were walking
Icy feelings, up a creek and here again
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Collar Tude
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F14 (housewarming 2007)
03:19
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Live in Redondo 11-30-03
12:14
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Process (Rif Haus)
05:12
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vicious 2
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ambient
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la cave
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I can see you wake up in the morning
Puttin' on your makeup, while your hairs dryin'
And you dont even care that the suns shinin'
And its all because youre nothin' but a mother fuckin' dick suckin' no good rotten stupid superficial bitch
Sometimes your game and sometimes your lame
Got shitloads of friends, but you all act the same
You need to tame your fortune and fame, keepin' the trends are trivial pains
And thats why youre a...
Oh youre my beautiful baby got my
Eyes on you
Youre the kind of bitch, id love to dump once screwed
Stupid superficial bitch
You go hit the scene, youre lifes like a dream
Talk lots of words but you dont mean a thing
Now you know me cause i showed you the green
Come to my Place Cause you wanted to see
And thats why youre a...
Oh youre my slut ass baby this bed will fit us two
A superficial bitch and a guy thatll fuckin' screw
Superficial bitch
So when i finally woke up, right next to you
You were wearin' white makeup, and youre red lips were deep blue
Your eyes just seemed to stare, into a mirror of ash and spoon and its all because youre nothin' but a mother fuckin' coke snuffin' dead
And fuckin' rotten stupid superficial bitch
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Mexico 7-19-13
05:00
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i hate cops (8-25-13)
02:15
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Vicious Circle 8-25-13
04:16
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i hate cops 8-25-13
03:53
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TUFF_100_%_LIVE 08'
23:58
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Last time I first met you, something in my eye
Lookin at your face, as I penetrate both sides
Why must I love two fake plastic tits?
Why must I love such unabated arrogance?
Seems like a TV is just a make-up masterpiece
THat might be good for you, but it won't do shit for me
Goodbye, goodbye my lady, pretty baby, cause out on an ocean is where I found, a beautiful girl
Now it's dawn and I'm a cripple, cold water in my face
Look at my heart swimmin' as I go from place to place
Weed, sweet cherry pie, I hope you fuckin' multiply
Cause I ain't leavin' til' my face is red, and my socks are off
cause it's so easy to get into you, I just take my time and pull out when I'm through.
Elect the mercy of an untamed majesty.
Those who would drown in you found of natural affinity
Goodbye, my pride, my anxiety deep inside
Cause when we've gone, we've drop the bomb, youi'll still always be a beautiful girl
Right left go
get on or think about it
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I'm not cryin' babe
I've got somethin in my eye
Cause everytime, you walk away I crack a smile
Think of all the time's we had
Those times were so goddamn bad
At least this way, I don't have to lie and say, it's me not you
Cause this time we'll stop fooling around
I don't want to change your mind this time
Now that we're on our own
I turn to you and face a lone direction
Must be glad when I go on, go when I don't need, anybody
cause this time we'll stop foolin around
I don't want to change your mind this time.
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James Peter Pham Carroll Irvine, California
I started taking piano lessons at 7. At 10, I started writing songs. At 14, I got my first guitar. As a teenager and into my
late 20's, I played in bands. From my late 20's to my 40's, I've been a solo musician; sometimes as "Lamposts". All of my artistic skills are primarily self taught.
98% of this music was written, performed, recorded and mixed by me. All artwork and photography is original.
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