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Flesh Unpaid

by Calhoun

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1.
At Night 02:41
I'm gonna tell you a story sing you a tale maybe teach you a lesson but i think you know it well now it might sound vicious, might stink of the truth gonna pour a black coffee, sit and just write about the song from the windows in this neighbourhood at night in this neighbourhood at nigh we can almost see the light what was taken for granted, what was lost in the words what was quickly looked over, now must be heard what was tired and trialed, trusted and denied coveted and beguiled, made to look mild the songs from these windows sing a low sad tune curled up near unconscious wishing we were on the moon wondering if we're no worthy, here the lies come home if you get up real early you can still catch us out taking one step forward in a life of regret make you one day older and closer to death deeper in debt, sure it's been said before but it feels a bit colder when it's knocking at your door open chords/standart tuning: Am, C, B7
2.
there's a plage on the masses leads the heard to poisoned water steel rolling caskets ostracize their fattest daughter does it make it worse if a smoker kills you? rolling in a hearse burns fossil fuels, do you take issue? organic local shit filled with top-grade MDMA poured into the lakes feed fresh-caught fish we eat today a break in the sunshine, your wallet filled with lies you do you i'll get mine they'll try to blind my eyes let's do blow in your living room tell me how you'll fix it soon come work with me dishwashing with a PHD in poli-sci sustainable rhetoric shame on a system that hasn't cured my first world guilt yet quit your bitchin' we got spider man-themed suicide net livin' in squalor, your red neck problem i vent my fears into a grinder bottom livin' in terror, dignity is lost system error, spend your life scared of the cost we're rats in the city. you say there's fire in your blood wake up in the morning hate your life you fucking chud chorus it's morning in your living room secure in life but you'll be infirm soon we're al lost in life safe in your living room secure in life but you'll be infirm soon we're all lost in life scared of the pain you caused don't forget your visa for santa cause we're all lost in life chorus standatd tuning/open chords: Am, Dm, G, C, Em but all mixed up in diffrent patterns and such
3.
Don't Leave 04:06
we don't leave nothing, nothing behind we don't leave nothing but this stinkin' lie all gotta something to hide behind we don't leave nothing except for our blood mixed up swallowed and in with the mud all got high and we all run low all gotta try to roll with the blows we don't leave nothing, nothin' at all but the flat black top the push and fall runnin' away until we hit the wall now anyway nothin' under this soft black snow but the few dead people that had to go heaven knows that's how we find home the trees and the forest were in the way birds and the bees just had to pay livin' in sin, ain't nothing better hope you get rich in hell we don't leave nothin, nothing alone don't leave nothin' till we hit the bone all gotta find our own ways to get home and it don't really matter what seeds we sew so you're askin' me more for your shopping lines telling me you know it's just so divine take and take till there ain't nothing left the writing's on the wall in tequila and lime and so we don't leave nothing at all, no nothing but the push and fall don't leave nothing alive nothing else left in this old two-bit dive well celebrity longevity is always prime hear that phone call, know that it's my dime i played the game so what? and i lost the world is getting rich and don't give a toss to see the fire in the eyes of all us people only blokes smoke dokes and we ain't all equals coming down again coming down in flames so we don't leave nothin' in this bad neighbourhood but a fat old joker staing up at the moon who let it all roll on the firey dice for the women, the cars, gold and ice well i can't see the stars for these city lights can't sing my sould on this winter's night can't find the sky by the light of day i seen it all scraped off, bought and paid we don't leave nothing behind we don't leave nothing 'cause it's closing time it fell like rain, gluttony and sin i felt it on my clothes but not a drop on my skin so we drive our cars and go real fast buy some beer to get a piece of ass fast we keep on going, fuck off show no sign of slowing so this is how we deal with what we've done keep on glowing 'till we blot out the sun take and take 'till there ain't nothing left but a cold harmonic and cigatrette standard tuning Dsus4#5, F#dim/C, Adim/D#
4.
Rain Heavy 03:02
it costs so much being born it takes a lifetime to pay off debts are set with troubled costs, got no way to cover loss so i drive through fevered visions, the voices never listen i don't know how i'd begin to pay it off the rain so heavy maybe it'll wash away my sin soak my debt to bleed the ink let me begin anew it's such a senseless waste of time gettin' what i can turning yours to mine, soakin' away sometimes the rain lets up still the sun don't shine step by step no hands in mine got no hands on the wheel sometimes living hand to mouth on borrowed time got no way to pay it off open chords/standard tuning: Dm, F, C, G7 with some weird stuff for the chorus
5.
City Rats 03:55
us city rats live on our knees begging please don't take our homes this city's soul built on fear so we grow old. where do we go from here? this city life turns ya on turns the crank same old song a promised life on stolen land endorphin rush is getting outa hand by city lights it's hard to tell who's going under, who's coming alive these old hands work twice as hard scarred and calloused, worth less than company cars these old hands. tried and tested, tried and true hope they'll see me through these old bones will rot away leaving words, got not much else to say these old bones will crack and creak all the while stayin' fashion on fleek chorus these city streets caked in snow hard concrete but slippery undertow these city lights light this prison where i walk free so come walk to work with me these hard times. they too shall last just to repeat hard times of the past so here i'll sit and sing my song and i'll wonder am i coming alive or am i living in hell standard tuning/open chords F, Am, Dm, E chrus C, Am, Dm, E
6.
Do Right 02:10
cold dark night under these city lights you and me alone, why do we fight you know it hurts when you say i don't do right by you it hurts alot, it takes alot to keep from screaming i'd give away all my favourite cards, all my money and going to bars if i can only make you see i'd drink myself to the bottom of an endless bottle swim in there like the deep blue sea and that'd be all right by me standard tuning/open chords Am, C, B7
7.
Old Wheels 02:35
well if i had a dime for each mistake i made for every time i lost my way for every time i'd failed to find i'd maybe make it good in your eyes in i had a dime for unrequited lust a dollar for broken hearts and such a pound sterling for endless yearning i'd maybe make near what your earning but i got five bucks until i'm broke ain't got another smoke gotta keep rolling, i'll put all my trust in my bucket of rust don't ya dare fuss about my bucket of rust roll them old wheels on and roll them hard we're going sea to stars roll them old wheels through shadows long keep singing that same sad song roll them old wheels on away from you i put it all in the rearview roll them old wheels even though i got no place to go chorus the devil''s on the street living there, got some change to spare the devil's on the street rolling tight don't gotta ask if there's a chill tonight the devil's on the street hard and mean i hope you've been keeping clean the devil's on the street and here we are wanna go fuck in my car? standard tuning power chords on e and a strings
8.
Find You 03:19
the spoon on your tongue covered in cum they force feed and breed. put us down on our knees they'll take you can bind you. can smell 'em behind you they'll come and find you and feed you disease they weed out the winners, the righteous and strong take out the spine to make us all play along take us for suckers, harts and fuckers they're come and find you. you'll know wehn they come away with the sewage. rot and the putrid the poor are nothing but workers in graves the poor have nothing but lost golden days a festering sore. dig up the poor ascend just to starve, invade the graveyards pick bone from your teeth, there's nothing to eat they'll come and find you. we're all made of meat pick off the skin stuff plastic within go drown in the sea because they won't let you be don't die in the street. for that there's a fee they'll come and find you a tax on the free infrared eyes see you at night. money to buy all the people in sight the cops in the fog will bind you up tight they'll come and find you enslaved to the gods tonics that cost more than we can afford so people die starving in the name of their lord the mercenaries that kill in the name well they'll come and find you, the meek and the lame standard tuning, weird chords let A string ring open and 7 fret Dstring and 5 fret Gstring (hehe, gstring) move those two down a fret sometimes then it's power chords and some picking
9.
The Start 02:51
i remember when we got into that car crash surprise life didn't flash before my eyes, we should've died that feeling like i know my friends betrayed me knowing trust must be held closer to the heart but i knew that from the start that feeling when you see the pieces come together that make it fall apart but i knew in my heart it was doomed from the start it was so clear on the day that she decided to leave me still see her face, every lie when grace left me to die still can't let my thoughts just wander near the things that we used to share or the smell of her hair chorus when i see reflections in a different dog of the light of my life that is past and gone i feel it in my heart when the vet said with those sad eyes that she'd been living on borrowed time anyways chorus when i feel like i've lost composure and have a broken heart doomed from the start standard tuning/ open chords E, Am, E, B7
10.
Go Away 03:31
i lived my life as worst i could. feed my fire with treated wood the mind's desire, a place in the sun somewhere to rest, somewhere to run the chirpin' birds keep stinging deep rest for the wicked, we take pills to sleep feeling weak, a dark place in the soul i wanna crawl into a hole and go away i wanna go away wish that i could just go away wish my problems would go away and keep each other company dig in deep with the rest of the gang cry my heart out just the same i'll play with shame, a healthy kink a dirty bed, a place to think play my part as time goes on find myself to be a favoured son a smoking gun, where did we go wrong? was it at the bars? chorus coffee's cold, i got blood on my knees eating food and it's killing the bees got a wage increase but so do the costs apartment's cold, got a shitty boss try my hand at living on the road talking in tongues, writing in code but the case is cold, the problems are past how long ya think i'll fucking last chorus standard tuning/open chords G, A#m6, B7, D chorus C, B7, C, D
11.
For Light 01:27
i don't expect you to mind me, i expect you to leave the things i put behind me dance like cold fall leaves in my memory a spectacle on stage a zealot rants and raves a pound of flesh unpaid by the bleating masses stepping through the ashes a voice unheard screaming for light in this neighbourhood at night standard tuning/open chords Am, C, B7

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flesh unpaid is a project i've been woking on for years. it's a neo-folk concept album about how it feels to live under the social and economic pressures of late capitalism in north america around the turn of the millennium.

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released February 13, 2020

written, recorded, mixed and mastered by yours truly with a lot of help from pals:

Lewis House Recording let me use their equipment free of charge
thanks to this old laptop for not exploding before this project got finished
i did most of the mixing in my girfriend's kitchen, thanks bae <3
my pal Wawa gave me his expert opinion during editing
thanks to all my fam n pals who encouraged me and supported my music
thanks to poet-warrior james southcott for feedback on my lyrics
but most of all thanks to my doggo girlie who kept me around to finish this

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