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Demo 2017

by SpiritWorld

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    Ultra limited 2nd pressing. Edition of 29 hand numbered and signed. Designed and printed by the artist. 19 Rebel Pride variant - with scarlett envelopes and gray SW wax seal. 10 on brown with Moon Blood wax. Each includes a hand made black and white lyric zine and professionally manufactured 4 song demo. Recorded and mixed by Sam Pura (Basement, The Story So Far) at Panda Studios.

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1.
Intro 00:44
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Menthols and Adderall Menthols and Adderall Been waiting on Wolves banging Witchita Falls I just don't want to sleep alone again Cuddle up the first woman that will take me in It's gotten real, real nasty boys I been running around my town like an animal It's gotten real, real, real , real fucking gross I'm pretty sure my veins are pumping mold I got knot twisted guts Just a cramping up my insides So many triggers to these demons of mine Good Lord, it seems like every night I'm like a moth to the flames Of those flickering old bar lights I'm just trying to drink away all of the hurt and pain From all them long, hot, lonely summer nights A sketchy vagrant told me "The end is near" A SpiritWorld prophet sparing change for beer I don't know, shit... maybe he's right With the way things been going in my life I've stumbled down the same boulevards That most of my friends have stumbled down before I'm looking for something that I just can't find I'm pretty sure I'm wasting my God damned time I got knot twisted guts Just a cramping up my insides So many triggers to these demons of mine Good Lord, it seems like every night I'm like a moth to the flames Of those flickering old bar lights I'm just trying to drink away all of the hurt and pain From all them long, hot, lonely summer nights I don't know if me and the boys Will ever get back in that van again My brothers got themselves some real good jobs And made shit loads of children They both told me "Stu, you're crazy if you think we're ever going on tour again." credits
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Lakota Sioux Vision Quest My brother made a vow on a morphine drip That he would shave his head if he lived through this So hey Death, you gave it your best But my bloods too hard, won't go out like this Screaming "fuck the world, Biggie Smalls & God" Crushing lines of dope out in the parking lot You think you know but you don't know shit You didn't come up the way we did I remember all us kids were looking real nice Watching Ma cry while we sat outside Right before my cousin Clay's sentencing For seven long years I never sent him no mail But we kicked it one day out in that hot prison yard He was chain smoking Reds while my Ma talked I don't know why but we bet a six pack On the Saints making the playoff or some shit like that It's been twenty years since that day I still love New Orleans but I don't trust pigs It's been many years since that day I'm still screaming "Who dat and fuck a pig!" I was driving thru the desert in the Highway Junky I had the radio loud and my twins kids Screaming along in the back to some Paisa shit, no mamis guey I had my girl up front with a smile on her lips Cutting limes into quarters so them shits fit Into an ice cold bottle of premium Mexican beer I saw a vision of my future at the end of a wild drug binge And when I'm feeling low down, sometimes I think about it again
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I don't know when it started But I've always seemed to feel the teeth Of something out there in the darkness Sinking its fangs in me I tend to feel a little better Everytime I see the sun go down I got my radio up, its I-15 North RIght into the guts of town I want to ride around my city tonight Hammer down lanes erase the stress That's been percolating in my mind She said, "I don't mean to get all up in your business But I really think you should slow down. I ain't never seen a man that acts the way you do That hasn't gotten buried into the ground" Well I ain't never asked forgiveness And I aint never said a prayer to your god I am what I am and if it's more than you can stand Girl, get to stepping out of my car I want to ride around my city tonight Hammer down lanes erase the stress That's been percolating in my mind A gas station off of Trop and Eastern It's a Naked City Saturday night Some get ahead and they get what they want Them motherfuckers get handed it all But we're the have nots and the outcasts And those cards don't dealt to us So we just ride
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Outro 00:13
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Mic Chipped Teeth Your boys been living it up I got the scars to prove the stories are true Tonight I'm sleeping in my car downtown Just thinking of you Since you left me, I've been a mess I've been out of control Most of the fellas won't pick up my calls They're too afraid of where the night might go I ain't lonely I'm just sick of wild catting around Boring as fuck stumbling out of every bar in my hometown Picking up them pretty young tattooed women Chase them around the bars downtown telling lies Trying to hide all of the fucked up shit running through this head of mine

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released May 27, 2017

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