SALAMANCA SONG

# I. 

Baking out Bacon Hall

Call me all but forgettable 

I am broke and broken 

Brokering peace deals with my demons

# II. 

Hoping they will last as long as all the trauma

Saved it from my mama

Slept on metal cots and stood in lines just to escape the sauna 

# III. 

Med card out, pig press x to doubt

My only form of ID

Empty a mound 

# IV. 

Of green leaves down my face hole

And I still get stares

I'm tossing and washing all over the place 

# V. 

And oh man I'm scoffing while they're closing all the coffins

Fuck the law

Been 5150 since The Old Hippie was writing blogs

# VI. 
I'm coconuts in the brain

And I'm such a slut for the pain 

If I had a gun I'd be safe 

From the thoughts that drive me insane

# VII. 

I think that I am to blame 

It's my fault I cannot maintain

All the pain I cannot explain

And dark thoughts I cannot not contain


# VIII. 

It's pouring rain on every fucking day

I never get away

From these arid places, liminal spaces, that leave me pained gray

# IX. 

I've fucking lost it years ago I think

At the bottom of my puke green drink

I thought I had control but it was gone in just a blink

# X. 

I'm on the brink of my dissociation

Manic as my thoughts are racing

Pacing my self sabotage

Is it the result or the cause?

Diplomatic Visit To Hell

Lego Jam

DAMNED PIPER

DRIVING ME MAD

Freaks Pushed My Astronaut In The Ocean!

Nightlife Ninjas

Vortex Math 369

A Former Bounty Hunter Frantically Works the Keypad to Free Subject X from Area 51 
(ad-lib, Sept '23 - note, some of these are really hard to hear but I did my best to transcribe them...)

Saw you walkin' on the highway north
Saw you walkin' but I didn't tip Score
Counting steps up to heaven to
See the rain
But we need 'em all the same
Need 'em all the same

Gotta heat more
Come on gotta crate more
Gotta make more
Honey, gotta make more
Don't got enough yet
Don't got enough

Here we go again, it's another best friend
There we go again, it's another cut tether
There we go again, it's another lost friend
There we go again
It's returned to sender

Don't need a pocket watch
Don't need a pocket watch
Do I?
But I'll crate a friend
I don't need no
Dial-up report
Gotta see more
Wanna raise a friend
My deport
My report's chillin'
He's refrigerated
I don't need a callous 
Or the key card
I don't need 
An alien

Here we go again, it's another lost friend
There we go again, another reject letter
There we go again, it's another lost end
There we go again
We return to sender

If you'll wait
Why won't you wait for me?
If you're already waiting
Why won't you wait for me?
If you're already waiting
Why won't you wait for me?
Am I too far gone?
Am I already
In the deep end?

[instrumental chords]

It's a retile
It's a free four war
It's a fevered 10
I don't need 
Don't need no brother
Don't need a brethren
Got a crate card
Got a free port blazin'
Now I'm brazen
Dial T-4
Gotta rate for the shrivel
Of an alien

Here we go again
It's another lost friend
There we go again
It's another lost letter
There we go again
It's another lost friend
There we go again
It's returned to sender
Return to center
Returned to sender

Return to Sendar

Play Till It Bleeds

A Former Bounty Hunter Frantically Works The Keypad To Free Subject X From Area 51 [ad-lib]

WI HARDCORE // MIDWEST HARDCORE

FUCK YOU

Fuck You (Rough)

Hello and Welcome! 

I don't make the music. Someone who contacted me thought that was disappointing so I think I need to be up-front here. I am just his friend who likes his music A LOT and has permission to post whatever music of his I want here. 

He can make a song up about anything! He has songs about explosions, fire, Jeanie Jaslow's mom, and time machines. He has hundreds and hundreds of songs. He shits out songs all of the time. And they are all different (although some of the lyrics and themes are similar, to be honest). He can make fun of you in a song and put himself down at the same time. Everyone leaves depressed and angry. 

I am trying to post the songs I put on reddit and unreleased tracks from his albums here on Soundcloud. The rest of his music can be accessed through the website I built for him, doctormocker.com

[ad-libs] are songs that he made up on the spot. Whatever comes out of his guitar and his brain and his throat is... just whatever comes out. What you hear is what you get. Sometimes this actually works!

[instrumentals] are songs that have no vocals. Yet, still, somehow, are explicit. 

[acappella] songs are songs that have no music accompaniment except for him slamming on things like a desk or chair. But usually just his voice.

All the rest are "regular" songs. 

All of these songs are recorded live on an old, beat-up and yellowed Fostex 4-track, a barely-functional Panasonic tape recorder from the 80s, a cell phone, or, rarely, an answering machine. He spares all expense to give us that sweet, succulent, grimy, gritty, grungy and intimate low fidelity sound. 

If you want to know more or see some of his videos click on the Interwebsite link below or visit doctormocker.com. 

Thanks,

Lumpy :)

P.S. If you see likes on your tracks that's me liking your music not him. He is a grumpy, surly fucker who doesn't like anything, much. Not even himself. Sad...

A Former Bounty Hunter Frantically Works The Keypad To Free Subject X From Area 51 [ad-lib]

Doctor Mocker

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