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

Your Turn to Throw the Molotov (March '22)

[acapella intro]
[Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov] x2

[instrumental chords]

[with guitar]
[Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov] x2

Mommy will go first
Daddy took his turn
Grifters getting blisters
Cause of how their 
Bullshit burns

Brother with his bat
Keeps the fascists at bay
Sister Mary dropped 
Off a case
Then she drove away

She said:
[Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov] x2






We're doing it for 
Dead Unions
For all the New Slaves
Doing it for the Dispossessed
Those buried in mass graves

Doing it for the Used
The Broken and the Freaks
Doing it for the world
'Cause this is what it takes

They said: 
[Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov] x2

The cops are out 
To murder us
Cops are out to bury us
Cops are out to fuck us up
Make sure our eyes 
Burn us

Politicos unseat us
Federales beat us
Immorales point us out
So Mercenaries kill us

Insecurity's holding us down
The right is bleeding us out
New laws are sorting us now
Old freedoms 
No longer allowed
The left is eating itself
While judges make us 
Breeding cows

And the priests are still
Raping us now

Their boots 
Would stomp us into powder
Their boots
Might grind us into powder
Their boots 
Could stomp us into powder
Unless we show them 
We have power

Their boots 
Won't stomp us into powder
Their tanks 
Can't grind us into powder
Their boots 
Can't stomp us into powder
Cause we're the ones 
With the power

So I say...
So I say:

[Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov] x2

[acapella outro]
[Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov
Your turn, throw the Molotov] x2

Play Till It Bleeds

Your Turn to Throw the Molotov

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...

Your Turn to Throw the Molotov

Doctor Mocker

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