The dollar and the dollar's wealth,
medication and the pill popper's health,
the book set on a shelf,
shelf of knowledge and a knowledge of self,
menu and the menu's meal,
the pixel, is the avatar real?
the fetus and the fetus' birth,
cost of living and the price of its worth.

The meaning and the symbol 
have been reversed and turned upside down.

Cross and the cross' Christ,
the left and the left's always right,
the right and the right's never wrong,
singers voice and the voice's song,
fat little man and the Buddha's zen,
chicken's ovulation and the egg's chicken,
fist in the air and the revolution,
a man of his word and the words of a man.

The meaning and the symbol 
have been reversed and turned upside down.

A bullet in a gun, security,
an A in a circle, autonomy,
him, her, you, me, he she and we,
the pronoun, individuality.

The meaning and the symbol 
have been reversed and turned upside down.

Music:
Chris Proctor/ Sean Christensen / 
Erik Ohlson / Nika Bennett

Lyrics/Production: 
Erik Ohlson

HOTRS(Intro)+Referent

"Sing a song about an old dog 
and I'll sing a song about you.
One last kiss goodbye 
then the resolve to see it through. 
From green to brown 
the leaves fall down and 
silhouette your frame. 
We made it through the night 
but we won't make it through the day. 
So I carry the banner 
to the boneyard cherry tree, 
play the banjo in the dirt 
a place for you to sleep.

Grey lady in a red sweater 
and a man in black stuck back to back. 
Both hard time on the factory line 
so I know how they eye to eye. 
Him chase her chase nothing in particular
Rain Dog way home feel so familiar.
Him chase her chase 
something she don't know, let's go.

It's 45 or bust so the memories won't rust,
It's 45 or bust, 45 or bust.
In Dog We Trust.

A circle, a habit, 
a culture and a rabbit,
the hand that feeds bite at its face.
Table-scraps steal them, 
sick soul heal him,
some once gone never be replaced."


Lyrics: Erik Ohlson
Music: Erik Ohlson, Chris Procter, Sean Christensen, Nika Bennet

Bottlerocket

Could you spin another fairy tale? I'm afraid
the one you just spun me is tattered and frayed.
Say again, paper thin, see the holes, you've been lulled -
there just ain't enough layers to keep out all the cold.

Frigid fingers tend to linger in tepid and comfortable places,
and gluttonous eyes have been known to lie
on naive and susceptible faces.

My lips are acidic, they're callused and dripping
the vomit I've been tricked into sipping
dribbling from the hole in the front of your face
excusing you from carrying your weight.

My mind and spine are compression and ache
from the piggyback ride you've been making me make.
Last stop on the line, you're welcome for the ride,
maybe down the lane you can pretend that you are blind.

Because you've got-got-got your glasses on!

Scissorbill (Demo)

Sean Christensen, Nika Bennet, Chris Proctor & Erik Ohlson doin' what they do best: Mixing equal parts of skinhead reggae and old fashioned punk rock n' roll at obnoxious volume levels.

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