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

Freaks Pushed My Astronaut In The Ocean!

Nightlife Ninjas

Vortex Math 369

So Prove Me Wrong Then [ad-lib*, May 2024]

I got nothing new to say
Our civilization just withers away
Infrastructure
Persists in its collapse
Our environment 
Just turns to ass

If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucking fucked

[Spoken:] Try it again!

If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucking fucked

[Spoken:] There we go...

Everyone plays pathetic games
While inhumanity just makes it's gains
Our crisis response is inhumane
While the privileged few 
Just fan the flames

If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucking fucked

What you think your gonna do?
Have their methods ever worked for you?
You think it's gonna change by
Marching in the streets?
Clapping your hands
And stomping your feet?

Change will only come
With a radical shift
But none of us wants nothing to do with it
We'd rather watch skits
And pop our skin
Argue online
About stupid shit

Every year's always the hottest yet
Keeps on risin', closer to hell we get
There's no future
We gotta accept
We're just meat in line
To get processed

If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucking fucked

If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucked
If we're the last fucking hope
We're fucking fucked

Meanwhile I just wanna evade the cops
Score some dough to feed my tots
Music and drugs may be all we got
But its hard to shoot up
When yer getting shot

*lyrics for ad-libs are subject to interpretation as its the best I can come up based on what I can hear. I had a little help from a face book post that I asked Doc to base this on, hope this link still works: https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=760196246151287&set=a.370934875077428

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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...

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