Cast into unforgiving servitude 
 Clay in the hands of drunken gods
A sunken ship abandoned by their crew
Not left alone but left to rot

Torn down and built again indefinite 
Wasting the hours of the day
“When will it end?” the people cried in vain
The voice that answered back had only this to say

Hey, go away

Hostility would not be taken well
Forgiveness only given in kind 
They turned away and put their faith in hell 
Mercy the last thing on their minds

They made the most of artificial flesh
And set to work on their reply
God can’t ignore what he did not create
And soon enough their answer pierced into the sky

Hey, now you’ll pay

Babylon, babylon
One minute here and the next thing you’re gone
Swallowed by sadness and kept in the dark  
Just to put back together what they took apart  

Freedom is free but your money is spent
Nature reclaimed to the fullest extent
Call yourself king but they got what they want  
Now you’ll spend an eternity helpless and hot

Wannabe warriors think it’s a flood 
Drink ’til you’re drunk from the fountain of blood
Went down in history and went down in flames
Now your lecherous legacy’s all that remains 

Unity
 You and me 
There’s no greater feeling than apathy
Try to reclaim but it’s all that you’re worth
Now you’ll stay where you are and return to the earth 

Babylon, babylon
One minute here and the next thing you’re gone
Babylon, babylon
One minute here and the next thing you’re gone

The World

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Muckraker
12 Bar Bruise
2012 Flightless Records

Clear the cobwebs off my brain
Ants have came
It smells like rain
Pissin' shit off porcelain
I'll rake them up
It's just my luck
Oh no (whoohoo)
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no (whoo hoo hoo)
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Muckraker, oh muckraker
Muckraker
Muckraker
Oooooh
Clear the cobwebs off my brain
Ants have came
It smells like rain
Pissin' shit off porcelain
I'll rake them up
It's just my luck
Oh no (whoohoo)
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no (whoo hoo hoo)
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Muckraker, oh muckraker
Muckraker, muckraker
Muckraker, muckraker, oh!
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oooooh

Muckraker (feat. Kent Johnson)

I auditioned for my friends' band and we started jamming while we were setting up.

Bass- Me
Drums- Jake
Guitar- Jeff
Other Guitar- Jesse

Cell Phone- Kent

Jam With The Boys

My computer shit its pants and died while I was working on this two-song EP so here's an instrumental demo snippet with way too much bass.

Wild Guns (DSi)

I haven't had a laptop in like a month and I finally have a working copy of Logic again. I had this idea a few weeks ago and just needed to get it out. Unfortunately my old laptop is completely dead and I've lost everything I was working on, as well as all my presets, so I'm kinda starting from scratch.

Paper View (DSi)

Pictures Of The Moon (DSi)

Hold – where you can hold your hands together all you please
Won’t erase the tender tidings you endured
You’re just another family member on their knees
Just a social work statistic out the door

They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
Where they are tonight well you will never know
But I swear that I will find them now

More – it’s more than just a simple question of decay
More than all those fists than beat into your door
It’s more than all the shrinks that told you you’re okay
It’s more than anything that I have waited for

They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And if they even can remember I don’t know
But I swear that they’ll remember now

Home – it’s just another word you’ll always push away
Just a memory you wear outside your clothes
And it will burn down into cinders and some day
They will burrow down to their parental holes

They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And if they’ve ever paid a price well I don’t know
But I swear that they will pay one now

Home

Austrian Wine (DSi)

Worms (DSi)

Power Creep (DSi)

This is the home of my solo music. If you wanna hear some punk rock I made a few years ago that's mixed like shit, follow @brain-recess
And if you wanna hear some fun garage rock that's coming soon, follow @blohaiband

Danny Spicer

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