Blood stained socks on the open road.
I was just a thought until I gave the devil my soul.
Listening to whispering in my skull,
Sniffing nitroglycerin into my nose

Tell me what you want, babe, I got the number.
I can take you to the top, hell, I can put you under.
Just don't listen to the whispering in my skull,
I might be dying slowly but I'm under control.

I don't care when the rent's due; I need the money
Call me"bastard" if you want just don't forget the "lucky"
I'm just listening to the whispering in my skull,
I might be hearing voice but they're all that I know

Tell my mother I made it up from my spot on the street.
But I'm just sick of hearing my name; I put the gun in my teeth.
Me and my friend: the whispering in my skull,
We'll be having a blast in a six foot hole.

I know that you wanted me to be so much more.
But, see, the economy's got me sleeping on the floor.
If I took back the devil inside I'd probably be yours,
But I'm scared now; In a stared down
Me against the world.

In My Skull

take whatever you want
Peel off the flesh to the bone
Shit don't stink on its own
So we play sticks and stones

You got them bloody lips
No scars to compliment
You say you're passionless
Do you know what action is?

Take off your shoes and your shirt
I Promise it won't hurt
You've got to live to learn
And girl it's our turn

Death don't wait on your dreams
Don't care about diamond rings
He does whatever he please
I do the same damn thing

Light up another one before you go
'cause I'm alone up until you're gone
I'm going blind; I can only see
The blackness inside of me
So break a leg before you snap your neck
'Cause there's a new captain on deck
He's got a map but he don't know the way out
'Cause crooked spines follow crooked routes

Crooked Spine

A little jam to enjoy the blood moon with.

Black

Untitled 247

Freaking Out The Neighborhood Cover

Houston, We've got a problem. 
Looking down the revolver, 
     Can you see the fire?

Suspect of probable cause:
I'm Just a fly on the wall 
     After the funeral pyre.
     \                              X
-=-=-=> Keeping an eye on the time  X
     /                              X

((((I'm The Man in the Moon.))))

Minimum wage charades;
Welcome to the parade.
        Are you satisfied?

Show me the first-class cage.
"All the world is a stage"
     Let's play the part tonight.
     \                                  X
-=-=-=> Faking smiles in the spotlight  X
     /                                  X

(((('Cause I'm The Man in the Moon.))))

I'm not breaking the law;
I call it raising the bar
     Before it's sterilized. 

So have another cigar.
The doctor's out at the bar
     Dreaming of being paralyzed.
     \                                   X
-=-=-=> The Devil never sleeps at night  X
     /                                   X
     
((((And I'm the Man in the Moon.))))

Man In The Moon Acoustic Version

Sweating bullets on a train
Cross my fingers in Jesus name
Watching the rain on the window

There's a groove in her hips
But it's the language rolling off of her lips
That makes the hands of the clock go

I know you know that I can't stay here
I'm counting my days up in dog years
And no matter which way the wind blows;
I've got my eyes on the road

"It takes a fool to make a man"
She whispered to me "Stay if you can"
I didn't know any better

Now I'm back on the road
Following the wanderlust in my soul
I left a note on the dresser

I know you know that I can't stay here
'Cause I'm counting my days up in dog years
And no matter which way the wind blows;
I've got my eyes on the road

Dog Years

Pacing up and down the sidewalk
Look for a ride downtown
You can hear the sound of sighing
Somewhere, someone is dying
But I don't care at all

I can find a needle in a haystack
I guess I'm doing alright
Hands are made for shaking
As the daylight is for breaking
But I ain't too polite

Come on, We're shooting up the stars tonight
We're fighting the fire out west
You know that troubled dreams and nicotine
Are what the poor man knows best
No, darling I won't be coming home tonight
I'm sorry for the way I left
You know that troubled dreams and nicotine
Are what the poor man knows best

Saving up my food for the winter
Wishing on a wisdom tooth
No, I'm not superstitious 
I'm just washing the dishes
Because I burnt a hole in the spoon

Pacing all around the graveyard
I dug myself a few holes
Not the same in the night
Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde
You never know for whom the bell tolls

Come on, We're shooting up the stars tonight
We're fighting the fire out west
You know that troubled dreams and nicotine
Are what the poor man knows best
No, darling I won't be coming home tonight
I'm sorry for the way I left
You know that troubled dreams and nicotine
Are what the poor man knows best

Wishing On A Wisdom Tooth

Can you form me a function?
Do you listen or hear?
There is no time for assumptions
The clock's a cheap souvenier.

When everything is the same
Do you feel the fear?
I'm at the pier
I'm at the pier for leap year.

No they don't know about my soul
Ain't no one know about my soul
I let it go

Come a little bit closer
Let me see your sin
I must admit, I'm a joker.
Just a man with a pen

Oh how I wish I was real
But I will always pretend.
I don't know how to feel
In artificial skin. 

No they don't know about my soul.
Ain't no one know about my soul.
I let it go.

Lunisoular (Let It Go)

Summertime In Hell

Complaining In E Minor Ft. Joe O'Donnel

I Love It ft Joe O'Donnel

Head in the sand
So you can hear your own thoughts. 
Do what you can
The liquor's calling the shots.

Shaking your hands
Meet everyone you forgot.
She's got a man 
And I am tying the knot.

Stop, drop, and roll
Calling population control.

Head in the can
Minimizing the loss.
Shooting up at a chance
To put an end to the clock. 

That ain't a man
That's a kid on the cross.
Do what you can
The liquor's calling the shots.

Stop, drop, and roll
Calling population control.

Tying The Knot

Cut To The Quick


Baby, don't go.
With every step I take
With every neck I break
it shows;

I'm crazy, I know.
But it ain't easy to breathe when you're lying through your teeth
Oh, no.

Maybe I'm just getting old, 
But I ain't comfortable anymore.
Maybe It's just rock 'n' roll,
But I ain't tick-tick-tockin' no more.
No. The devil's pulling strings on my soul;
Welcome to the puppet show.

Hey, Lady, Hello.
Pay no attention to me;
I'm just blowing out steam in the snow.
I'm fading, I know.
But I can write a song and you can ride along to the show.

Maybe I'm just getting old, 
But I ain't comfortable anymore.
Maybe It's just rock 'n' roll,
But I ain't tick-tick-tockin' no more.
No. the devil's pulling strings on my soul;
Welcome to the puppet show.

Welcome To The Puppet Show (Final)

Motion In Sound

Ballad Of A Basket Baby (final)

Put on your boots!
Now boarding: licensed to kill.
The piper's playing the flute
On top of capitol hill.

We ain't going to hell
But, hell, we might as well.
Teach a boy how to shoot
For a hundred dollar bill.

Oh no...

Put on your boots!
Now boarding: licensed to kill.
Allow me to introduce
You to Cruella De Vil.

Yeah, she can take the abuse
If you can swallow the pill. 
No, you don't need an excuse
If you don't know how to feel.

Oh no...

Said the man to the forbidden fruit:
"This is Gods will"


Teach A Boy How To Shoot

Dancing through the seconds
Going as it beckons
Living all my lessons
Can you keep the pace with me?

Caught without a question
Coffee shop affection
Every day it lessens
When walking in place with me

Do you really remember me?
I don't
Remember me at all.
I lost the memory of what I meant to be
Before I was tall. 

Before I Was Tall

Eclosion

Hell is reflective
And it's highly effective
At making a man
Think about 
Himself

Rebel perspective
Fuck the collective
On a catamaran
Headed towards
A ground swell

Come and go and come and go 
And watch the clock sing
"Tick tock"
O'clock thirteen

Hell Is Reflection

Nobody move and nobody gets hurt
Nobody gets hurt if nobody moves.
Out of the blue with a bullet to flirt
He said "I'm converting my iou's"

In every angle of view
There is a status quo
InStarGlow

Parachute through the point 
Of no return.
Pay as you earn; do what you've
Got to.
The truth is different from what
You've heard,
But it will always be in review.

In every angle of you
There is a status quo
InStarGlow

InStarGlow

Sound How You Feel

Vocals recorded on tape.

I see
Confectionery wine
In this reflection of mine
And it's polluting the skyline.

You see
I can't tell you why
And even if i tried
It's all in your mind.

You've got
Electric eel eyes;
I bet you feel fine
Diluting the rhyme.
Can you see who's really living for it?

You've put
A statuette of time
On every wall you could find
But, you're falling behind.

I'll be
The water running the Rhine
If you could let me rewind
The tape we played when it was all alright.

I'll be 
The father wondering why
That you would step out of line
And put your faith in a gold mine.
Can you see who's really living for it this time? 

Electric Eel Eyes

part of a new collaborative project. I will update the profile with the link to the new group soon.      Feat. Will Free

Simian Symmetry

Something From Nothing

Get Out

Groovy Shoes

PsychoMotorRetardation

Post blood moon aries vibes. Dedicated to Bowie

Untitled Mix

"By the time I got to New York I was living like a king"

Wild East (demo)

Where Are All My Fiends (joke)

Conflux (demo)

Ataraxia

Space Cadet

Not the Devil,
Just an advocate.
This is my music. If you get it, good, I hope you like it. If you don't get it, that's fine. You don't have to. I take this seriously. If you wanna collab or something or contact me shoot me at walkingthecow94gmail.com 
Instruments used:
Guitars: Fender acoustic/electric Sonoran
               Squire Telecaster affinity series
Ukulele: Kala KA-S

All lyrics and composition written myself, Daniel Johnston. 

Thanks for checking out my music

Lucidifer

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