Beautiful Day

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Beautiful Day

Bossa

The standing invitation to the back of beyond. Beyond which no man dares tread. They do the bossa nova in Wilmington and Dover. In clover, over your head.

Blessed One

Walked like a spirit, ceratonic fog. Time crawls away like a snake or a dog. For God sakes wake up, you people need more. For God sakes get up, so we can score.

Blackrock Antitheme

Helicopters flying overhead. [0:37] Saw me see ??? (beyond?). Bad dreams inside my head. Everything keeps going wrong. . Sometime, that's right. . Television in every hall.

Birdowner

These are weird times. There's a widow in my street. She turns her husbands into birds. They've got claws instead of feet. A cage is in the garden. There's feathers in my phone box.

Born In Ontario

You might see me down in Alabam'. Or Baton Rouge. Down in Louisiana. I might make it up to Detroit City. Where people work hard. And life is gritty. But it don't really matter where I am.

Buckeye

Turn on all the lights and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane. And our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor.

Bootscraper

Watch the broken common man. Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour. Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by. . Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul.

Break You

Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor. Whipping the nightmares to a froth. Endless questions with no answers. No replacement for what's been lost. Lost.

Broken Hands

I can feel your fear and weakness. I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes. Carved into a corner hopeless. There's death ahead and doom behind. There's a bad storm blowing in.

Bloodletting

Archaic methods transfer. Through well in the face of mass denial.. Bitterness fuels the mode. For the escape of mediocrity.. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves.

Boot Scraper

Watch the broken common man. Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour. Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by. . Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul.

Blood Junkie

A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.. Conniving opportunist. Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.. A violent panacea for what ails the nation.

Blood Of The Scribe

All of this comes crashing down. Cornerstone's gone. Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight. . Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe. Rest comes easy to the guiltless.

Black Label

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.. Compression of my space made complete.. I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.. Inanity rolls total through this sphere..

Blacken The Cursed Sun

Seize a darkened day,. There's only hell to pay,. And no one left to see this prodigal return.. Sweet apathy's my toll.. You'll mourn the traded soul..

Barbarossa

Beating On Deaths Door

She's a slack one, born of greed. Speaking endless words, long and empty. A beggar who still wants to choose. A dethroned queen still demands her due.