This is a new track I pulled from an old railroad. The name of the railroad is Giving In. It's a companion piece to my earlier released conceptual highway that I named Growing Up.

If you think you're up to scouring through the old minefield to make your way to that castle in the sky, be my guest. I'll become your best, if you'd only give me a rest in your Old West outhouse full of stress. I'll pay you in backrubs, rusty rest stop bus tokens, cold winter breath, and my minty fresh tape deck if you'll let me stay at your house without paying the rent.

I need a new neighbor. Won't you please be mine? We'll get along fine. Boatloads better than Bonnie and Clyde. I can promise you a wild night filled with chandelier glass breaking parties and the craziest slippery slide bouncy house you have ever seen in your puny human existence.

I guarantee it.

Full Title is as follows. Please leave your coats, boots, and your motorcycles at the door. Talk to Michelle in Accounting if you would like a refund and your issue will be taken up in the order it was received.

Thank you and have a wonderful night. Don't let the assholes bite your dick off on your way out of the solar system.

Peace.

Breaking Down in the Macdonald's Horse Trough (after coming down from my last Vapor sesh with Azkadelia's daughter

She lives as if the word “limitation” has no meaning. She makes the impossible seem like a joke. She is and will forever be more significant than anything places in her way. She is you. -r.h. sin

Lyrics:

What the fuck?

I gotta go...

Bless the child that could hold its own

Although your name's on walls, engraved in plaque

What the hell?

Those who went back, the same penalties 'fore they ask

Uh uh...

What are you doing?

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey! Hey, what are you doing?!

Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?

You better turn around, I'm in no mood to explain why we don't have the same pee-pee.

Suit yourself...

I know it's a lot for you to process, only yesterday you were dreaming of a penis.

The only thing on my mind is how am I going to clean that trough

Every now and then you say something that makes me think you're smart, and then I look at you and that thought fades.

I know what this is, it's a cry for help

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

I know your name's on walls, engraved in wax

Those who went back, receive penalties for the axe

A million names on walls engraved on plaques

Those who went back, bless the child that could hold his own

You are so wrong

No, I'm not!

I'm the only sober person in this conversation, the only one with a calendar on his watch. Oh yeah, it's fuckin' Thursday!



It's the day our mother died...

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

There's a quicker way to go

Just lay your head there on the pillow

And explain again

You've been staying in

A million names on walls engraved on plaques

Those who went back, the same penalties for the axe

Fuck it...

Tie him down!

There's an easier way to go

What the fuck do you want?

In the open door and the pillow

You need to go in the house

The last thing that I need is you tellin' me what I need

You just pace there, by the window

When it's raining again

It weren't a question....

Hey, I'm the one thing you can't outwrestle here.

Don't bet on it

Alright, come on

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Bask in the glory of the almighty and you may live to see another day.

This joint sampled Spokane's 'settling' and dialogue, as well as piano, from the neo-western Yellowstone.

Please, for the love of Minerva, tell me what you think of this, or I'll dismantle Reagan's dead corpse, send it back to the Stone Age, and watch the Romans replace Jesus's body with his. I have it on good authority that Judas and Yahweh are currently working their way through Purgatory, awaiting Ragnarök.