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Feels Like Freedom

by COBRA

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paul rote
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paul rote Seventies style hard rock . Favorite track: Wet Altars.
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©ough©ool Quite infectious. Really dig the vocal harmony & the awesome riffs, a smoker's paradise
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1.
‘78 03:48
What do I see? It’s a naughty situation How can it be? My body’s out to sea What do I see? Just a lot of information How can it be? Nobody’s mentioned me It’s all in how you wear it Feeling barren All the imperfections Just look at me I’m out on the street Got nothing to do Got nothing to eat Wringing my hands Biding my time Begging a carpet, babe Itchin’ to ride Itchin’ to die once more Just like in ‘78 To die and be raised up high Just like everyone great You got to lay down, my friend and be willing to sleep Be willing to drive this far and never compete
2.
Have you tried today's supply A way through your insides Hold me tight through the fist fight Hit me all right The fearsome smoking gun It’s so awesome! Have you tried today's supply A way through your insides Et tu, baby? The divine queen’s rainbow drinks will mark the feast Time will tell if we will eat Wiser (whiskey) women work the streets
3.
He don’t know the kind of things he needs to know Head in tow and what we need is apropos Heroes grow from red to green we see below Then we show some laser beams then bring ‘em home Lazy bones hit the mind All we know: his and mine Ample size - his little brain was his demise A million tries, the kind of thing that kings despise A bad surprise made him say his last goodbyes We watched the skies; a happy kind of sacrifice Too much information Too much anxiety Too much medication, baby,  Low philosophy Have you got the number? Have you got the fee? Tell me where in God’s green hell lies all this sorcery Formal education What everybody sees What everybody knows and loves What everyone believes
4.
Wet Altars 03:29
Oh! Now we know a dreadful possession cult shown in rituals with animals in dying throes Cattle, crows The meat is invested with happy ghosts A taste of the godhead Whoah! The godhead’s ghost Whoah! There’s not a happier ghost Follow me down to the river The river doth flow to the sea Follow me down to the river Grab your bottle, follow me dear
5.
Kitchen’s closed when the rooster crows Kitchen’s closed when the rooster crows We go marching to the station We go marching We go marching through the desert We go marching Got to be strong Got to be someone When it’s hot, lay low Got a big dream, it’s something to show yeah
6.
The newborn knows the far off souls and innermost groves Such torment she underwent at heaven’s descent In a magic egg when ewes lactate, secretions of snakes We inculcate, it don’t translate So pull your own weight Back in my day was an ice age, honey Making me want some ice cream sandwiches Making me pine for woolier women Where do we go? Where do we go?
7.
Hit ‘em high, hit ‘em low The paper’s got me in a bright red glow We don’t mind dust and smoke Polish the rails that are leading us home Fuel the flame, bellows blow Fortunes of gold from an ancient cove Hit ‘em high, hit ‘em low The paper’s got me in a bright red glow The hits come when I’m wagging my tongue I’ll go as far as I can go This life’s all that we’ve come to know So bend the rules; nothing’s chipped in stone I’m diggin’ the taste of the meat of my tongue God only knows what I could become I could be right or I could be wrong God only knows what I could become
8.
Be safe, pretend we can start all over again I may be slow but I know the way to be whole We can make our abode along the sandy old stone Good God, I’m sold; The sea’s a sight to behold Swiftly through the great bend of the Nile (Plot the mountains of the moon) Olives and grapes seen for miles (Cresting on the highland’s throne) To the virgin plains (an excursion from the desert) The calypso deep (is our solitary treasure) Write and speak (of the journey of the kindred) Our history (the godless and the sacred) The earth is green far as the eye can see The buds are ripe and they open up for me Come, girl, sit here upon my knee How’s that for sensuality?
9.
Untitled 01:26
10.
The chant is offered, a constant drone A huge plantation where tobacco is grown The smell of liquor and cheap cologne Step into my office, we’re selling your soul Uh huh, we’re coming down Uh huh If you run into to some trouble consider this a secret call Imagine a nation burning Innocence will lead us all The stones are itchin’ for a window’s throw So heave another while the neighbors aren’t home This strange behavior we cannot condone Our sole possession is where the buffalo roam Sever your dreams and send this whole criminal nation up in smoke Criminal workplace, criminal homes Follow your dreams and send this whole criminal nation up in smoke Criminal workplace, criminal homes
11.
War Porn 03:10
I’m pouring me some gasoline This headless scene is killing me A healthy mind is explode when the snake is exposed Brains swell - did you learn the new drill? Tied tight with twine - your cells sweat

credits

released December 17, 2006

D. Campbell: bass guitar/vocals
R. Tucker: keyboard/vocals
M. Iafrate: guitars/vocals
D. Klug: drum kit/percussion

All songs: Campbell//Iafrate/Klug/Tucker
Recorded: Wheeling, WV by Klug/Campbell
Mixed: Klug/Campbell
Mastered: Klug (2011) www.facebook.com/davidklugstudio
Art and design: David Klug www.davidmklug.com

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