The Land is full of ghosts. Just listen...

Ghosts Of The Cordillera

Cannot be reclaimed, reused, reduced or recycled.... 

Trilogy Of Trash

Recorded, mixed, and produced ( ha-ha) at Soup Factory Studio
All guitars, keyboards, non drum set percussion and vocals by Dave@666, except for back up vocals on Song 19 by http://soundcloud.com/deanna_rae_ashley, and ambient keyboards by  http://soundcloud.com/fatjoesatan on Song 19

A piece of string walks into a bar. The bartender says "We don't serve string here". The string goes outside, unravels a bit and ties up the loose ends. He goes back in and the bartender says " I told you we don't serve string here, and you sure look like a piece of string". The string replies " I'M A FRAYED KNOT..." 

DARK ENERGY BAR

Disparity is how you feed, there is no bottom to your bag of greed
A billion times is not enough gotta take it all, think it makes you tough
Never think about the consequences, hiding behind your electric fences
The noise in the background is the hunger games, that light in the distance is the city in flames

Buy the politicians and the police too, pocket full of judges tell ‘em what to do
No law but the one you make, anyone complains just call it fake
But that rumble underground is a billion foot falls, shaking off the chains undermining your walls
Cause you stole our future and it’s so obscene, we’re sharpening the blades on our guillotines

On The Block

Some bad ol' boys went out on the town
But what they wanted just couldn’t be found
So they went out drivin’ through the countryside
Did a lot of drinkin’ fore they parked that ride

Moonlight howlin’ Shine devourin’
Bonfire blazing’ Hell they’re raising
Bacchanalian impulse pleasing
Just abandon thought and reason
Burn the civilized away

Those bad ol’ boys drove back to town 
Look out people they’re comin round
To your favorite drinkin’ hole
The oldest story ever told.

Moonlight howlin’ Shine devourin’
Bonfire blazing’ Hell they’re raising
Bacchanalian impulse pleasing
Just abandon thought and reason
Burn the civilized away

One bad ol’ boy got beat up drunk
But he had a shotgun in the trunk
He ran on back, tears in his eyes
Lucky his friends didn’t want him to die


Bad Ol' Boys

Wandering the lonely night
Searching for my second sight
My feet just walk the broken lines
Just what is it I am trying to find

Unlucky day unlucky day
There's always something in the way

A chance upon a slender thread
Reminder what a friend had said
It felt like something I must do
And then this thread took me to you

One lucky day one lucky day
Now nothings standing in our way
One lucky day one lucky day
Give lady luck a chance to play

The coin is spinning in the air
Every turn a flashing glare
Landing, standing on the edge
Which way will it fall?

This lucky day this lucky day
Let the chips fall where they may
This lucky day this lucky day
Everything is gonna be OK

Back up vocals by Deanna Mitchell




Chance Upon

IT STARTS WITH HALFWIT BLOCKHEADS STUMBLING BLINDLY, OBLIVIOUS TO THE WORLD
DISTRACTING SHINY OBJECTS, BRIGHT COLORS, LIKE AN ITCHY PEARL
NO INKLING OF SURROUNDINGS, BLUNDER ON, JUST A DAYLIGHT TOPSIDE MOLE
THERE’S NO ESCAPING STUPID, REPRODUCE IT, ON AND ON IT GOES

WHY CAN’T WE TURN THIS RIDE AROUND?

PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION, WORDS TO LIVE BY OR MAYBE JUST IGNORE
COMBO OF STU-PID GREEDY, DON’T KNOW WHY BUT ALWAYS NEED SOME MORE
I DO WHATEVER I PLEASE, IT’S OK, I CLEARED IT WITH THE LORD
SAY’S THE GUY WHO’S DIGGING HIS OWN GRAVE, GIVE THAT MAN A DARWIN AWARD

WHY CAN’T WE TURN THIS BOAT AROUND?
FLOATIN’ DOWN THE RIVER TO CRAZY TOWN
SOMEONE PLEASE TURN THIS BOAT AROUND

WHY CAN’T WE TURN THIS TRAIN AROUND
BEFORE WE DERAIL IN CRAZY TOWN
SOMEONE PLEASE TURN THIS TRAIN AROUND.


Heading Down To Crazy Town

Standing on the ridge line 
Feel the time march by
Stillness and the silence 
Till the wind begins to cry 

2 miles high limbs scratch the sky
Green ember fire burns
Winters twisted sleep so long

Please don't die
Bristle Cone Pine
Please don't die
Bristle Cone Pine

Guarding all the ages
Of the high holy ground
 Long lives pass unnoticed 
As the sky turns stars around 



Bristlecone Pine

You can go and fuck your selfie

Fuck your selfie

Another picture of your face, you take em every time and place
We don’t need to see your mug every time you need a hug.

You can go and fuck your selfie

Fuck your selfie

Here is one from the beach, your ego’s what you like to preach.
Graphic closeup of your pores, please don’t show us anymore.

Narcissism is your game, all about you, you have no shame
When you use that selfie pole, scream to the world, huge asshole

You can go and fuck your selfie

Fuck your selfie

Fuck Your Selfie

Your shoulders colder maybe,
And your eyes are looking glazy
There something gone awry

No warm fuzzy feelings
Not much deep believing
Sometimes a dream comes  here to die

Time for a change of mind
Time for a rage
This vibe can’t live this way
Stuck in this cage

Distract with mindless motion
We’re out of magic potions
We’ve already gone to ground

We just talk around it
This growing dark despair pit
It’s a fine hole that we’ve found

Time for a change of mind
Time for a ride
This vibe can’t live this way
Time now to fly

Maybe I Will

You never peel away the layers
You just bite into the core
Bad Magic swirling round that hole inside your head
Shaman or the fool

We climbed the tower that night to feel like the gods
Lightning poured from your finger tips
What were the odds?

Did you walk into the woods that day?
Antler shadow on the ground
Was there malice from the horned one?
Right before you took that round

Whiskey bottle on the floor
He saw it there by the door
Were you sleeping oh so deeply?
Did the lord take your soul to keep?

I saw your ghost today

Mikey

Spyro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHsOGOkJqtY

Rain Shadow Banshee

Taint the well we all share
Don't like the taste, you just don’t care

Break it to fix it
Wreck it to make it.

Rip this house down to its bones
But this house, it is your own
Winter howling through the rooms
But you couldn't tear it down too soon

The shining city on the hill 
Blow it up just for the thrill

Cut off your soul to spite your head
Flog your last horse till it's dead
Burn your land until you choke
Cause you know it's all a hoax.

Break it to fix it
Wreck it to make it.
Drain the swamp of all the muck.
You put it there, you stupid fucks.

Break It To Fix It

Music By Joe Bodner, Dan Shnier, Dave Mitchell
Lyrics By Dan Shnier

Burning Out The Sun

It all starts out in the ground, every toy, every car, every town
We dig it up, we tear it out, we make some crap, we throw it back
Let’s go down to the wal-mart, put some stuff in a shopping cart
Drive it home, use it a while, toss it in that big trash pile
Love that phone, that video game, the world’s a mess but I’m not to blame
I do my part with my recycle cart, I fill it every week with some pulped up trees
 We got aluminum, plastic and cardboard boxes, it’s all okay ‘cause it ain’t that toxic
It’s gotta go somewhere, it can’t stay here, I gotta have space to keep my beer
Eat another meal at the heart attack, I don’t quite finish, they just take it back
To the dumpster, the final resting place, home of the whopper, Americas disgrace
New car smell now in a can, latest model out, everyone’s a fan
We got flat screen, big screen, DVD, we got fancy crap nobody needs
It’s all made in some shit hole towns, they get a bowl of rice nobody frowns
Neil Young calls it a piece of crap, just go and throw it in da dumpsta
Everything we got is disposable, but Ken and Barbie are so poseable
It’s shiny and pretty and totally useless, 20 year old kids, totally toothless
But they all got the new playstation, the big fat shame of our nation
This world, it has come to a standstill, you want to know why, just look in the landfill


THROW IT IN DA DUMPSTA

Stand my ground on the bones of the Earth
Lift the stones up to the heavens
Sanctify the holy ground
Ancient feelings live inside us
Souls will rise up or burn down

Look outside the window
Can you see the setting sun?
Watch the night fall on the water
It don’t switch off when you’re done

Turn my gaze out to the night side
Stars are falling from the halo
Tears the darkness from our eyes
Dance of worlds commence above us
Glory of the endless sky

So it goes, such is life, what are you gonna do?
Will you say the same about it when it comes for you?
Sit there waiting for it like a deer caught in the light
Or is it time to stand up and fight


ON THE CUSP

Obscure fictional demon goes surfing. Thanks, Roger Zelazny for the character and Bambi for the photo.

AZZIE ELBUB

Q AND R

The locations are real. The people are not, or are they...?

WHISPERING PINES

I saw a raven cross the sky. He flew so high
Circling, he drifted down, landing slowly on a mound
On a mound of all those bags, bags of black, bags of green.

You took me down to the garbage dump on the old dirt road by the KOA
We hoped we’d see some bears that day at the old garbage dump where the scavengers dine

I saw the beauty in this hell, chaotic colors, and sweet sickening smell
Scattered tires and rusted frames, refrigerators with bloody stains
Chicken bones and moldy porn, a half nibbled on ear of corn
I saw a head rising from the pile, black and brown I swore he smiled

Well we saw maybe 10 maybe 12 maybe more
When they looked at us they were probably hoping we’d come back in a bag
Back in a bag
Come back in a bag


BACK IN A BAG

B.A.D. by 4 Food Groups Of The Apocalypse

We drove on down the circle line 
Past the point at the end of time
We saw the land fall away 
Angry red, tones of grey

Chase the sky across the world
Forever we will never find
Trap the light behind my eyes
The pattern fades before it dies 

And from the chasm edge we walked away
We knew in our hearts we'd be back there one day
Shadows whispered in their secret codes
Lightning flashing on the amber road 


Whispers in the shadows calling 
Telling me the sky is falling
On the ground the heat is rising
Mother Earth is compromising
Compensating for our actions
Tumbling string of chain reactions 
Feel her anger rain upon us
Lost of her love, broken her trust
In this time of devastation 
We’ll survive annihilation 
Blessed are the meek of spirit 
Let their lives now be delivered 
The abyss it beckons violence 
On the edge we stand unsilenced
When my soul was dying slowly 
Raise my sight to heavens glory

Chase The Sky

Sometimes I think about everything, washes over like a tidal wave 
Set my feet in, try to stand against it, but my mind gets blown away 
Everywhere the strings are vibrating, stretched out, the fabric is thin 
Stay down on the earth now brother, no need for you to fly away 
Got a gypsy soul but a stay at home body, 
The mind of a champ,but the heart of a fool 
Wandering, lost in my own skull, I found the light but the dimmer’s on 
Digging in,I'm digging it out, digging deep but I’m still in a hole 
The gravity of the situation is getting heavy but still we roll 
Sometimes I feel like everybody’s 
Got their heads up in the cloud 
High and mighty, but I think they’re just high 
They can’t see where their feet hit the ground 
I give you everything that you ask for 
You won’t ask for nothing more 
‘Till the next time you wanting something 
Keep it coming ‘till you have it all 
The wheel is rolling right to the other side 
Wait a while and it comes round again 
Spinning round, dance to be born again 
It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last 
It’s getting harder but we keep on rolling 
It’s getting rocky but still we roll

SONG 52

I FLOAT HERE IN MY BUBBLE
I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE BUT YOU CAN’T COME IN
IN HERE IT’S BRIGHT AND SHINY
REFLECTS THE FACT LIGHT FROM MY EYES

MY BUBBLE IS BETTER THAN YOURS
THIS BUBBLE IS THE BEST FOR SURE

REFRACTION OF REASON
OBJECTIVE, ONLY IN MY SPHERE
SEE YOU OUT THERE THROUGH THE LENSE
IF YOU’RE NOT INSIDE THEN YOU AIN’T MY FRIEND

THIS BUBBLE IS GETTING LARGER
DEAR LORD, DON’T LET IT BLOW
THIS BUBBLE JUST KEEPS EXPANDING
PLEASE GOD, DON’T LET IT GO
THIS BUBBLE JUST POPPED

BUBBLES

Just another jangly little song, just don’t want it to come off too strong
Sittin here gonna strum these simple chords, then spew out some more insipid words
This could be the chorus part I guess, not too edgy now I must confess
Playin’ this one kinda by the book, sure do wish that I could write a hook
Could this be the hook?
Ramp it up a little in this verse, just a wee bit louder than the first
But don’t let those guitars get too loud, we don’t want to lose the emo crowd
This could be the chorus part I guess, not too edgy now I must confess
Playin’ this one kinda by the book, still I can’t find that catchy hook
So it’s a 
Bridge too far
Bridging the gap
A bridge to nowhere
Golden Gate Bridge
Can’t help myself
Had to make this part weird
Guitar solo, kept it kinda tame, all the shredders think it’s lame
But it was just perfect for the song, come on everybody sing along
Here comes the chorus part again, we really fuckin’ nail it now and then
Now you how I wrote this song, Come on everybody sing

SWFD

Just a few little tunes cooked up in the last couple of years. No, not a devil worshiper. 666 is my address. Really...

Dave @ 666

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