Name: Ghosts Of The Cordillera by Dave @ 666 in Ghosts Of The Cordillera
Duration: 2 min 37 s
Description: The land is full of ghosts

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

Ghosts Of The Cordillera

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

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

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