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Cabin Fever

by More Hazards More Heroes

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Insanity Jam 02:51
How many times does the Man, Gotta prove he’s a man? Suckin’ the life blood right out our cheek, Fuckin’ the life so hollow and deep, But we ain’t all jolly old pilled up freaks. We won’t let be. Solomon, Saul and Peter, Paul and all of them Can’t swallow what we hollerin’, Can’t follow where we fallin’ in line. Woah Yeah I’m...fallin’ in line. We ain’t no labor market. Rock n’ Roll gonna break your heart kid, And your bank, Take a drink to all the health your mama had. He’s one for the Dad. “Son, are you on a rail to hell where every nickel held down by a dime-head nail?” “you been out there? Every nickel held down by a dime head nail!” Insanity jam Woah Yeah I’m...fallin’ in line
Drop the chain, I got the things ya need, Wiped clean. I checked my six, Cause I get those cops and narcs and snitches, That gotta know you ain’t pretty. You know I took the long way around your city, And I knocked three times on your ceiling. Lady – are you feelin’ anything like I am. Let me know. I came a long way. You ain’t like girls makin’ fuss, And I ain’t those boys And they ain’t us but we must. Just hush and crush our faces flushed, Til we brush up on each other’s shoulders In your entry way. I may have took the wrong way of lovin’ you, baby. All those silly lines we crossed and cut and cussed in the kitchen all those million times we was burstin’ with love that was too much to mention. And I checked my six, And I kept my shadow short as a quick fix, They gotta know you ain’t so damn pretty. I took the long way around your city And I knocked three times on your ceiling Are you feelin’ anything like I am? Let me know. I came a long way.
We never got a name. Uncalled for grave robbery. Show me where the takers are hidin’ And I’ll show ‘em where the day goes long. My left leg chained to the man with high hopes, Right one taut on the neck of his ghost, And there’s me down in the middle on all fours, cause I heard chicken little is a lion when he roars. Keep your head down, Rope-a-dope All of you now, Put your hands high, Wait for the right time. If she swims I’ll cook and book it home, baby. Oh baby. More days, more yalla boys, Holler who you tolerate Collar who you cater towards. If she swims, I’ll cook and hook you, oh baby. Come on work boy work. Get your job, then get paid. Then get robbed, all damn day. Come on Work boy work don’t faint Come on Work boy work Don’t think Get your job, then get paid, Then get robbed, and whistle while you do it. Keep your head down, Rope-a-dope All of you now, Put your hands high, Wait for the right time.
We sold our shirts and ties, Boss we pawned our coats. And we’ll play for money on the road, Til there’s blood in our throats. No there ain’t no concert halls, They ain’t comin’ in throngs, And they’ll never know, That the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs. God, yeah they do. I gave my time. I served the man for that fucking time To write all these songs. And started a folk band for my baby, So we can all sing along, There ain’t a talented man Up here among us. Just another folk band Playin’ them shitty old numbers And there ain’t enough good men, Well they ain’t comin’ in throngs… Livin’ a shitty old life, singin’ you a pretty old song. And the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest ones. The shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs.
Your daddy drove you round town, Hidin’ in the back of that new blue Packard. And mama I cut my legs up, Lookin’ from atop of that barbed wire fence. I nearly lost my life that day, She took that round trip train to Kansas city. Layin’ on the tracks there Screamin’ to God “Who else in Yellow Bushy comin’ with me?" Cause ain’t she the prettiest thing we seen In this old yellow bushy county Mississippi town. Your pa took you far from me. He hopped that border to Brinkley, Arkansas. Where I ‘ll probably lose my life that day, You take that one way plane to Hollywood. But remember that good ole home town you come from Cause ain’t you, The prettiest thing from Sledge, All the way to Tillatoba And you’ll be in our heads, Til these lonesome days are over. You make this yellow bushy Mississippi town get down. …in this yellow bushy county Mississippi town. You make yellow bushy Mississippi sing!
Changemonger 04:47
The rate you on Wait you one second more. You changemonger Love me for so long. You won’t go nowhere else, Til you dead, long gone Runnin’ from me – Your hungry, ugly little loon. I don’t know if nothin’ comin’ Anytime time soon. Phenomenas come When the man’s at home Cursin’ his options, Never choosin’ one. “Where do these people come from?” God. Give ‘em that one big beatin’ drum. We don’t know how to march So where do we run to? I don’t know if nothin’ comin’ Anytime soon There ain’t nothin’ comin’ soon Old man out live me, Fool girl forgive me There ain’t nothin’ comin’ soon Brother don’t bet me, God don’t regret me There ain’t nothin’ comin’ soon Body, you let me, Lordy come get me
Devil Queen 03:49
I need a fire to burn my blood As hot as hell to sear my skin and crack the rust Now I’ve found that fire in you You devil queen, you make me dream enough for two You can growl and claw, but it won’t scare me none Your appetite’s a site but it won’t make me run ‘cause I’ve been waiting for some of your affection so won’t you please let me have a taste I guarantee one bite is all it takes I need a storm to sink my soul And a jealous rain to flood my skin and drink me whole Cause i've been cryin' and praying' for some kind of attention so won't you please give me that one little taste and i'll be saved
I hear your pitiful city don’t sing. Dog gone critical, Your baby gone mean. Soul ain’t pumpin no blood In your spleen. Love ain’t livin’ long, Life ain’t what it seems. Call in the jankin’ brigrade There ain’t no other way. Bow down sheriff Kay., You ain’t haulin’ us away. Stay in Pastor Jay. Be a man Mayor Banks! Pa, all your money gone, Blame it on those knicker-knockin’ kids, Go on Arkansas – All your hearts poppin’ off the lids Keep hold your post, your wife, Your life livin on the grid. Call in the jankin’ brigade There ain’t no other way out. (Chorus) If it ain’t rainin’ It’s sprinklin’ hell in our heads Jankin’ brigade come and call me from the ledge Jankin’ brigade come and pull me to the edge Naw we ain't hatin', We lovin' that we ain't like them Then again if you wanna fly, fly, but if you gotta swim, get right in the Jankin' Brigrade Don’t give me the drama Of your godless mama. Don’t give me the bother Of your dead, drunk father, It don’t matter the trouble Of your skid-row brother And don’t give me the history Of your perfect sister. She ain’t nothin’ to be! I see your mile-high goliath, And you never gotta fight it, And you never gotta hide it from nobody. Hit it a mile joel, hit it a mile jane hit it a mile old man, whatever your name. hit it a mile joel, hit it a mile ben hit it a mile oh! right out of your skin hit it a mile joel hit it a mile todd hit it a mile where it don’t matter your god hit it a mile joel hit it a mile john to where no matter you right. You dead wrong! hit it a mile joel and hit it a mile steve hit it a mile to where you ain’t gotta believe hit it a mile joel and hit it a mile mother where every last one has got a brother in me (Chorus)
Music, sound! The sun comes up with eyes from heads bend down. Golden lines are written on the page. Walk outside, your child’s doing musical plays On the musical playground. Golden rays are coming from his eyes. Your baby’s alive. The park is full but every man, Has all the room in the world. To tell his girl she’s pretty in his eyes. And then the girl grabs her strings… She loves to play. She loves to sing, Hark! Here those angels singing in the park That my baby’s alive.
I saw a cold man just outside this place, high on a smoke just keepin' his mind in phase why do a man gotta be twenty-five some days (chorus) are we you and me just yet or are we us just a little rushed is this us yet metamorphosis is this us yet! my chicken scratched universe, that just one man knows, and this man's got his woes bringin' him down. All the way to Tartarus, where i hope no man can bother us at all i'll give it a pull we are thirsty for some mercy and fortune a friend. he i am waitin' on the big man's party to end. lady gimme your curtsy and that grin (chorus) Sometimes i take a vacation away from this whole damn life said i do it occasionally i just don't know what the occasion is. yom kippur, ramadan, st. john or the drug i'm on. i'm lovin' that drug i'm on. thank god we got them women, numbin' the pain makin' it all better though she ain't seen it rain in forever, if ever at all. she stay housed, she clothed held close like a pretty doll. (Bridge) (Chorus)
City of God 03:51
You are no barbarian, You are man! The propaganda man did Give you damn-ded blood in your eyes. Blood on your hands, No love in your life. I couldn’t defy my orders to fight Our borders defiled The war is wild. And the war is a child, Fevered and riled, Cryin’ upstairs for the vial While forty plus share household on the dial. And they asked me what I was gonna be “a dead man runnin’, or a lead man gunnin?” ‘a lead man!’ “son, tell me everything you wanna see” ‘I wanna see our city standing tall a city of god and a city for all’ “well you’re never gonna see it again with him, standin’ on the harbor wall! You are no barbarian, When your carryin’ our flag.” Gory horrid hallelujah is all over that hill
Cabin Fever 05:18
We’ve hit a cold snap. Get on your horseback, comrads. I ain’t goin’ alone. But who could follow this map, And why do we call this tourist trap, home, When nothin's our own. Can’t jump that wide gap. Thank god we got a pass, at last Though it’s all touch and go. Life needs a nightcap, Medic I need a slap on my ass, Mother let me be born Cause I see these singin’ believers But they ain’t dead sick With cabin fever. Are you havin’ that cabin fever? Can they kill that babblin’ dreamer? See there’s all this damn, Jolly old time in this world, But that time ain’t mine. I ain’t billin’ a dime. But that ain’t it at all, Baby crawl, youngin’ jaw Man stand tall, old men gotta see again What he saw…so many times before Just like a man can’t love the road, No more than where he’s goin. Don’t let your deep sleep heat Break your fever. Don’t you got breakin’ your sweat yet! Yet! Yet! Yet! Cause I see these singin’ believers But they ain’t dead sick With cabin fever. Cabin Fever, oh yeah! Are you havin’ that cabin fever. Can they kill that babblin’ dreamer.


released July 9, 2013


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More Hazards More Heroes is a southern Alt/folk indie blues guitar and banjo duo that play shows in the San Francisco Bay Area.

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