Mood Swings, by Glacial Burners

Mood Swings

by Glacial Burners

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1.	Someday a Real Rain Will Come 06:05	lyrics	buy track
Emancipation comes with a suicide squeeze Send me down the mountains, swinging from the trees Step into an avalanche and bring me to my knees Such a fevered pestilence, a beautiful disease Parkway to an avenue, the distance all the same Laughing boy, he cracking up and leaving with no change Sunday morning came and went, a preacher said in vain Yeah it's nice to see ya but the compass out of range Soldier flipping dimes on a cherry-popping red Looking at a baker eating fish instead of bread Singing love without regard, they'll swear your name was dread Cuz the victim crying “system,” so bring forth the walking dead Line em up and shoot em down, the geese be cracker fed Pitching lines about sad times with the kids asleep in bed Walk into a barbershop just to lose my head Watch a fleece in the streets, say they're golden not just red Pardon me your majesty, didn't see ya there God it's such a travesty, the wind done blew your hair Perhaps one time you'll be just fine with the stench that fills the air But your soulless wink makes one think how much you really care Nothing but a shadow filling up some space And a world that's full of atoms is looking out of place Tank is feeling empty even though I won the race Tell it to the judge and watch ’em laugh right in your face Lean fit, quick spit, he's not a (he a-he-a-he) … pretender Fresh paint, clean gate, she's rocking a (he a-he-a-he) … agenda Strong brow, thick scowl, please don't’a (he a-he-a-he) … offend’a Simmer down, honky clown, cuz shit’s a (he a-he-a-he) … dilemma (and then it came down)
2.	Black Tahoe 02:46	lyrics	buy track
I'll take you way back, long ago Y'all know, this ain't no place to be found Ain't no one asking around Down a dry hole in the back of beyond Hanging on by a hair ball And trailing it all Bunch of dumb punks born to strut in the muck No mind beyond the tricks you'll find deep in the cut Chicks blinded by the white flash, slut it up For some rich fuck to fondle for yucks And so I grind on, but to where? no one know Until one choad morning had my world explode Caravan rolled past my crumbled abode Put a rumble in the gut, a kick to my nuts Trash and clay dust get whipped by the thrust How mind was set to spin with the wind in a whirl Mirror black pearl sucking sun out the space Just beaming back reflection of my hollowed-out face Brakes lock, grind down the gravel to bits Blowing brown clouds up the tenement strip Doors thrown, popping out some monotone clones Dogs know to keep their distance and their eyes off the throne Baddest on the block out back jumping a fence Slumlords cower like they owing back rent Even Blue Chip with the trunk full of bricks Stiff and at attention with a bead on his lip So now I ride gun like a prodigal son Once lost, but now found with my boot on the proud People say that Boss Man once was a toad But now the Benzes hit the curb when he blow down the road in Black Tahoe
3.	Tony Block's Frontier Follies, Part 1: Lonesome Trail 05:09	lyrics	buy track
Drifting right through life, only ghosts left to see Bygones tore a loin, try and nurse that wounded knee Sun's a worthy friend, a moonlight guarantee Lonesome trail cuts path to wisdom's fruit Nothing gathered from a loathsome youth Sing songs sweetly as if long in the tooth Good hearts die, bad souls grow Prairie sheep dreams lost in “Buffalo, Rome” Gun-shy in the crosshairs of a stone's throw Hope brings saints to sorrow, more trouble than it seems God this land's so shallow, retreating to the seas Blood done played the blues even though it runs red Boy you gon’ get screwed if you turn to the man Lord it's getting dark in the Promised Land Gotta keep those Hips taut Cowboy sharp Pitched battle on a Hill called Sam See that sheriff wash his hands Goddamn
4.	Tony Block's Frontier Follies, Part 2: Sam Hill Fire Sale 03:28	lyrics	buy track
Red sky, the warning, a mother starts mourning Red sky at night, a child locked in fright Chew fat for fodder like lambs to the slaughter Sing “Whiskey Blues,” game over (you lose) Your world done be shaken, fry it up just like bacon Drip-dry you faking, my tongue be penetrating So take vow to teacher for a savage good feature So nice to meet ya, I'm you just not a creature Look around, what do you see? Blind ambition put a spell on me Fools sell souls for poetry Damn that's Petty Tomfoolery Whatcha need is a dream to last I can cane it sugar, that's a fact So what you say about this there thing Come on partner and let your blood sing This ain't no “Crossroads,” see Truth ain't nothing but a malady Honest men don't ever grow wings Pinebox waiting for all y'all pigs Just serve and be a troop for me Give ya worth, ya know life ain't free Or keep grinding as you see fit But my words got fangs, you're gonna taste that spit So keep crying to your silent master If you crave death, I can bring it faster (... beyond the infinite, somewhere between life and death) Your love is a chore But I still want more
5.	NO BOW U 03:02	lyrics	buy track
Me and the missus ain't looking for much A little green space Friendly faces a plus But better yet mixed, arrayed So the girls won't feel out of place Can’t sweat the pace With rat-raced people burning up in the maze And kids staring up with a vacant gaze Down at the tots club now A ruckus surround Foul-mouthed boy pushing buttons and bounds He's from a long line of poachers taught to grab and take Biting at the hand that could check a mistake Check yourself before you retaliate His pappy got deep pocket pull to put you out in the cold Bitchy Rich getting pissy with the maid for kicks Can't no one teach this fucking brat respect? Got something to prove but can’t no proof correct This penthouse peckerwood up to no good Bawl how he bawl until he got what he could Smashing up the toys like they're his to destroy Never seemed to grow beyond two Nah want them to know about you The kids get freaked by the company you keep Sloth-bound Stevie with the slaver physique Mutant spawn of Hollywood and Wall Street Pervert schmuck who can't stop clucking bout cucks Next up, the certified Nature's Freak Signature birdcall: the "wooden screech" Paste-faced, self-hating coastal elite Santa Monica Klan prefer the hood to a tan
6.	The Act of Seeing With One's Own Eyes 04:29	lyrics	buy track
Defective brand Gulled by sleight of hand Across a land Mulling shortened span Grave misstep Along path toward ebb Stoking contempt Dismal, tangled web Reagan-rot hope Is there no antidote? Septic frontal lobe Only worthy of probe Equivocate For dog-whistle hate Blather and grate On collision course with fate Consigned your mind To carny barker’s malign Impotence primed And wreckage resigned Bargain reneged Social contract rigged Find solace with pigs Con-job bootlick gig Mingle history with fable In the simpleton stable Tainting inchoate With doggerel ornate And this center can’t hold Tighten blindfold Bound and gagged Big payoff for tag-and-rag Cimmerian kin The Fool’s conjoined twin Just faulty logic? Relegate to the cosmic Adrift in land of wraith Stripped of articles of faith Pointless journey Toward mortuary gurney Eyes rolled back Everything gone black Narrative disgrace Such a fucking waste

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#2 spasm bellowing down the ridge from Dundalk's Ivory Tower

credits

released September 20, 2019

For this recording, Glacial Burners was Micbearing, Cleopatra Brimstone and Spaceman Zero

Engineered and mixed by Micbearing

Mastered by James Plotkin (www.plotkinworks.com)

All music/lyrics by Glacial Burners. © 2019, Lackey Lung Music

Interpolated elements credit: Meredith Monk, “Volcano Songs”; William Blake, “America a Prophecy”; Frivolous Fragonard’s Les Hasards heureux de l'escarpolette

Front cover image: “White Bubble Trouble” by Micbearing

Back cover image: “Dusty Sprawlville Vista Vertigo” by Micbearing.
Special thanks to dark sky documentarian Mandartin for the milkiest of ways.

Original artwork: “The Keeper of Knowledge” by quixotic

Design and layout by Glacial Burners

@glacialburners (for Bernays-inspired PSYOP surveillance platform of your choice)

Effusions: glacialburners@gmail.com