Lyrics to Every Song on Kill The Vultures' Carnelian Album

All lyrics written by Alexei Moon Casselle AKA Crescent Moon. (2015)

 

01. "SHAKE YOUR BONES"

 

fortune teller telling me the year of the rat is upon us at last

and it's gonna last us until the calendar crash

i flip page after page after hours after days

after some after shock after all that's the chase

trying to catch a breath before it escapes

don't show me your face until you show me your faith

drop down on your bad knee/ yes, in your good clothes

reach for the sky/ that's where everybody good goes

round and round and two flights down

keep your eyes to the ceiling and your ear to the ground

i hear 'em chant in pain as they dance with their hands in

chains/ at last there's a chance for rain

avalanche is the name and i got this here covered

i'm sorry that you suffered/ now go and tell the others to

 

shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out

shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out

shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out

why you turning back, there ain't no turning back now

 

i told 'em listen/ they didn't

i told 'em look/ and they missed it

they're looking ignorant staring off in the distance

don't blink/ you might miss the pivotal plot

don't think/ you are what a criminal's not

i shot holes in they theories 'til the light shined clearly

trick magic, magic trick/ that's their logic disappearing

i watch the drama go up like marijuana smoke

what, you're on a roll? only if you're dominoes

falling back/ laying down

trespassing on sacred ground

when you're breaking down alone does it make a sound?

probably not, that's my two cents

all these pickpockets got me burying my blueprints

caught you red handed/ here's the blacklist to prove it

there ain't nothing to prove/there ain't nothing to lose just

 

shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out

Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out

Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out

Why you turning back/ there ain't no turning back now

 

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02. "TOPSOIL"

 

clawed my way back up to the top soil

got coiled up to the point it made the pot boil

not loyal to the/ not committed to those

unfaithful, unstable hitting new lows

a few blows below the belt/ one right between the night-goggles

i could give a hot piss to fill an empty Sprite bottle

if they even notice the bottom of the boat is

corroded with holes and the captain’s fully loaded

hold it so close that it cannot breathe right

seems like the Devil only dances under street lights

from these heights the city looks like constellations

but the stars are falling faster than the camera man can make ‘em

kiss the pavement/ carve a couple names in

stomp out your cigarette and notice the arrangement

tell the complacent blank pages we should trade places

now will they make changes or remain nameless?

we stain the glass, the clothes, the curb, the paint

we don’t deserve to turn the page/ earn your weight

and if you don’t, you can’t carry it

but who’s gon’ be the one to pull your casket in the chariot

tying up some loose ends/ high strung and too thin

the rope that i’m climbing starts looking like a noose, friend

who’s them always whispering and pointing fingers

avoid the paranoid/ fill the void, let the voices linger

 

now what they singing, what they singing from the other side?

sounds like they warning me, the beast gon’ bring a rougher ride

shackles ‘round the wrists, dogs and a cage waiting

stay patient/ demons disappear when the day’s breaking

this crime ain’t feeling right, boss

looked better with the lights off

seeing blurry and my mind’s lost

white cross burning in the sky on the night watch

 

you play the darkness/ i’m gonna play the light

never met a constellation that was so afraid of heights

name your price/ everything is up for grabs

they used to wanna touch the cross /now they wanna touch the cash

forgive me father/ i just take in what the city offers

many authors died once they tried to touch your pretty coffers

is that really copper? i scoff at penny droppers

but if it lands heads-up i’m feeling pretty proper

ain’t no telling what i’ll do to make those ends meet

and if i’m short/ ain’t no telling what you’ll lend me

at your weakest moment what would you compromise?

i’d tell you take a minute think it over if i wanted lies

on the rise/ what could possibly go wrong?

the emperor’s a cover up and he ain’t got no clothes on

if i gotta go i wanna go to a slow song/ just to keep it prolonged

so on and so on

 

now what they singing, what they singing from the other side?

sounds like they warning me/ the beast gon’ bring a rougher ride

shackles ‘round the wrists, dogs and a cage waiting

stay patient/ demons disappear when the day’s breaking

 

this crime ain’t feeling right, boss

looked better with the lights off

seeing blurry and my mind’s lost

white cross burning in the sky on the night watch

 

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03. "BROKE"

 

broke as a joke ain't much of a/ joke 'cause it sting like smoke in the

eye when you bring it too close by/ want another drag, never know why

take me on a ghost ride, choke my/ pride, watch the hopes die

smoke rise when the soul flies/ but won't fly in the cold sky (that's why)

 

broke ain't meant to fix/ broke is your only way out

broke ain't meant to fix/ catch a break 'til its broken down

 

i wear grief like a bow tie/ i buried you in cheap suit

you wear worthless on both sides/ and torn rags you can see through

it must be you ain't fed right/ i bleed blue not the red, white

i heard truth is a lead pipe/ if i don't split then my head might 

 

broke ain't meant to fix/ broke is your only way out

broke ain't meant to fix/ catch a break 'til its broken down

 

you've had me all wrong all along/ don't judge a book that ain't written yet

i must've come on too strong/ now you standing there with frostbitten flesh

how low can you go/ i'm talking 'bout temperatures of snow

ice storm and its 40 below/ thats the realm of the dead man's soul

 

broke ain't meant to fix/ broke is your only way out

broke ain't meant to fix/ catch a break 'til its broken down

(repeat)

 

Look me in the eye if you're gonna lie/ let me down slow if you gotta go

did you watch it die or did you walk by/ guess you don't know 'cause you too stoned

ever seen a man leave his own shell/ lose his own mind in his own hell

dirty little secret that you don't tell/ all behind the doors of a hotel

 

broke ain't meant to fix/ broke is your only way out

broke ain't meant to fix/ catch a break 'til its broken down

 

danger, danger

move back 'fore my cool snap/ who's that

stranger, stranger

trying to count these vultures but i lose track

vapors, vapors

follow holy smoke trails better use that

anchor, anchor

or you might drift off on a new path

maybe that ain't so wrong/ maybe that ain't so bad

maybe fresh winds give a new spin/ maybe worst trip you ever had

 

broke ain't meant to fix/ broke is your only way out

broke ain't meant to fix/ catch a break 'til its broken down

(repeat)

 

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04. "THE RIVER"

 

flash of the cold chill in the heart of a heat wave

tension hangs thick enough to keep my crooked street paved

haven't worked in three nights/ ain't slept for three days

there's Freeway Jesus/ i wonder what would he say

freeway Jesus, wonder what would he say

(repeat 3x)

the price tag is prominent, he'll take whatever we pay

 

what's behind the curtains/ uncertain but determined

to reveal the gears turning/ machine behind the person

pulled back the fabric/ head spun in a whirlwind

it was nothing but a white wall, light bulb and a serpent

(repeat 3x)

nightfall despite y'all/ invite all the servants

 

hello operator won't you kindly call me Lazarus

been dead a while now/  wonder what comes after this

only see the light the few moments that the match is lit

i've heard about the other side/ this ain't how i imagined it

(repeat 3x)

someone must've stole the best pages out the manuscript

 

went down to the river/ to wade in the water

wade in the water/ come back to life

but when i got down/ down to the river

was nothing but puddles, river ran dry

(repeat)

 

the faded photographs taped to the monolithic street post

remind us of the ghosts that we held dear but couldn't keep close

now they watch us blankly/ but each one at least hopes

if their picture fell we could still see 'em here like these folks

(repeat 3x)

for now we've got to let them rise and fly away like sweet smoke

 

the woman upstairs is giving birth inside the bathtub

calling on her maker/ his hotline must be backed up

we knew there would be blood/ never guessed it would be that much

that's the second time we lost our harvest to the flash floods

(repeat 3x)

lost all my faith but at least i never had much

 

went down to the river/ to wade in the water

wade in the water/ come back to life

but when i got down/ down to the river

was nothing but puddles/ the river ran dry

(repeat)

i only see the light the few moments that the match is lit

heard about the other side/ this ain't how i imagined it

 

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05. "VANDAL"

 

everybody’s looking so

stunned, shocked, stone-faced and awestruck

not a thing to say but can’t nobody keep their jaws shut

raw guts in your drinks and your chandeliers

you be the witnesses/ i’m the vandal here

piss in your pulpit/ ride the bullshit

right down the lane/ don’t look so insulted

whatever happened to Baby Jane?

too many daisy chains/ found her face down in the gravy train

think i give a buck about a bank note?

one less distraction make you wonder where’d the day go

most of us look better in our own eyes

hard enough to get by try doing it with no lies

aspiring lowbrow/ just gimme the know how

don’t know which shit road to go down

pass by the window and they just toys

watch ‘em fall/ house of cards, boss man to bus boy

 

It's just noise/ don’t know what to make of it

can’t hang that picture then don’t try framing it

gotta wonder if it carries weight

it's your ocean/ i’m just trying to keep your Bering Strait

killed enough time to make a criminal wince

it never helped me in a critical pinch

its all gone digital since

must’ve never known Jesus in the biblical sense

Brown Child where you at/ rest in peace

was always good people/ none of this shit makes sense to me

but i guess that’s how the globe spins

born alone, die alone/ tell me where the road end

no ends doesn’t always mean no skins

but if it do you gon’ have to be your own friend

drink it up here’s truth serum for bad liars/

running on gas fumes, bad news and flat tires  

 

black male, black mail, black male victim

caught up in the curve of the pass/fail system

last seen walking singing parts of old spirituals

some one must have left him by the river for a miracle

park bench folk want smokes but they save a seat

higher up the food chain they ain’t so neighborly

hold up, man/ what’s this dude calling me?

change his tune quick once he find out what mulatto means

look it up or i might be looking out the door

hard rain is coming and it's nothing worth drowning for

bang my skull on the wall for a kick drum

i’ll play a victrola before i play the victim

river runs wide where’s the bridge to the other side

i can sniff it out like a lover’s lie/ otherwise

it’s time for Hail Mary/ pack bags, run and hide

colors dried/ paint a new lifestyle to suffer by

 

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06. "GOD'S JEWELRY"

 

pull the stones out your pockets/ slide your money ‘cross the table

what you doing dancing with cement shoes/ you’re bound to lose

found a fuse so i lit it/ then i hid it, then i wondered why i did it/

what have i committed/ feeling parasitic

bear witness to a perfect crime/ criminal the prime time

i’m blind, blind side/ my, my the time flies

wise eyes would never look twice into the paradise

you did it once it spared your life/ don’t try again, it’s theirs tonight

damn i’m getting old/ there’s creaking in my bones

i feel the frozen air leaking in my home/ feed the coals

felt the soles of my feet walk on graveyards and souls in the street

it's just gon' repeat/ it's just gon' repeat

rob me of what’s mine/ sell it on a bus line

sew my thick lips closed and tell me it’s just fine

thumbs up/ dumbstruck/ hit me with the raw deal uncut

all night and can’t tell the sun’s up

two ton truck walks into a bar/ orders a gallon of gas, a rag, a match, a spark

 

 

it's too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?

soon you’ll see us light the sky up/ like god’s jewelry

(repeat)

 

bang, bang, bang, that’s the sound of the chain gang

sound of the same pains suffered just to maintain

preach the sermon/ teach peace and speak with purpose

but behind the curtains you speak cheap and sleep with servants

secret service/ it’s better that you didn’t know

the kisses blown fell short and wound up on the kitchen floor

vision slow/ mugging hazy individuals

all eyes on me/ they should be out there skipping stones

listen close/  i promised you a pulse

D to the O to the A is the result

you wanna shock me then turn up the volts

don’t try to give me the ghost/ it's clear you need it the most

let’s see what fate has to offer/ roll the dice

don’t give a drowning man a glass of water

pass the coffers/ now fill ‘em with the ashes of propaganda’s authors

the newsprint imposters/ witch doctors

the empty rhetoric bottom-feeder sediment believers

playing broken trumpets just to be heard

bang, bang, bang/ that’s the same thing playing

let the broken record skip just to maintain-tain

 

it's too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?

soon you’ll see us light the sky up/ like god’s jewelry

(repeat)

 

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07. "COINS ON THE OPEN EYES"

 

If i walk blind/ they'll lay me down in chalk lines

the spot's mine if i travel with a soft spine

the city's hungry/ everyone is fair game

spare change ain't blood money to a pair of fangs

the air hangs like sneakers on the phone wire

too thick to breathe in/ too thick to go higher

they sound like angels/ voices out the black church

tracked dirt inside didn't notice 'til the last verse

amazing Grace lay your hands on my face

so i can finally feel like i've abandoned my ways

trying to own land before i land in my grave

how come i'm three steps ahead of you just standing in place

i felt the earth move/ under my blurred view

the curfew, the proud/  their hurt is on the curb too

swerve through with nothing but a word and disturbed truth/ to neglect and to serve you

bite the bullet/ this is gonna sting a bit

come to think of it/ this the iceberg to sink your ship

no signs of life by daylight/ ask the hangman if he ever gets stage fright

eyes rolling back like a slot machine/

must've been the two-faced woman i got caught between/

the poison could've used a little seasoning

lies blinded both eyes but fuck it/ you can leave 'em in

made a mess out of something so beautiful

i'm trying to get front row tickets to my funeral

just to see the look on my face when my maker came

then throw my ashes like paper planes/ make it rain

just another ghost on the night beat

gangs are half-dead walking 'round under white sheets

i promise i won't promise you nothin'

and you can have it all/ now isn't that something

 

coins on the open eyes

flies in the open mouth

alone how i came in

that's how i'm going out

(repeat)

 

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08. "SMOKE IN THE TEMPLE"

 

a little blood in the liquor makes the night go quicker

it ain’t lights out ‘cause a light bulb flickers

white folks whisper/ black snake moan

whole town fits in a halfway home

cause unknown but the outcome clear

gotta catch my breath when i outrun fear

now now here/ gimme both of your ears

take an intermission listen to gears grinding

climb in the back/ hide in the stack

don’t let nobody see you/ once they find you that’s all

folks wanna act like they don’t know how to act

let ‘em in the front door i’m walking out the back

try to follow my tracks/ they’ll lead you off the map

now you trapped and you don’t know where its at

tell me where it went/ you're part of an experiment

high as a seraphim/ eyes on the cross and your hands on the theremin

 

who ever said worship was simple

the smoke in the temple ain’t leaving out the window

who ever said worship was simple

purify the sinful they’ll recognize our symbols

who ever said worship was simple

the smoke in the temple ain’t moving when the wind blows

who ever said worship was simple

now baptize the info and feed it to your kinfolk

 

spin ‘em ‘round and ‘round till the lights fade

not yet/ it ain’t dark yet

the price paid drips slowly off the knife’s blade

not yet/ it ain’t dark yet

they spin us round and round until the lights fade

not yet/ it ain’t dark yet

it's time to pull the blindfold/ stop thinking that your sight’s lame

not yet/ the light never left

 

here’s a toast: give up the ghost

you hold it too close and i don’t say that to most

blinded by the imagery, mimicry, trickery

the cracks in your mask shine vividly

keep spinning me/ blur the lines of symmetry

suffocate the suffering/ i'm a let the embers breathe

suffocate suffering/ orchestrate the misery

but if i'm the conductor i'll have to face the symphony 

take a bow for the crowd/ own it

the pill tastes better on the way down/ don't it?

sell it to the camera/ hold it, hold it

the picture lasts longer than the nightmare/ won't it?

false idols bridle the pulpit/ while the saints go marching in with Bibles and bullets

if it's tribal they rival with bullwhips/ like we on some Mantan minstrel sideshow bullshit

you better dance for that dollar with a smile on/ whether in night gowns, fishnets or nylons

every dollar’s born filthy/ but we baptize the young in our river water, guilty

 

who ever said worship was simple

the smoke in the temple ain’t leaving out the window

who ever said worship was simple

purify the sinful they’ll recognize our symbols

who ever said worship was simple

the smoke in the temple ain’t moving when the wind blows

who ever said worship was simple

now baptize the info and feed it to your kinfolk

 

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09. "SIMMER"

 

by the time they seen the light/ all you heard was sirens blaring bright

neighbors staring right at the mess/ feel the fahrenheit

rising like the tide when the moon’s pulling puppet strings

cut the links that bind us to all our earthly suffering

shadows paint a grimace on the witness

now if he talks he might not walk but if he don’t then that’s his business

all the facts have been distorted/ all that’s certain is the smoking gun

the ceiling swings in the circles and the windows here won’t open none

the smoke around my head looks like treble clefs

i lost the level step/ now go to Hell until the Devil’s left

the kettle kept me up/ always screaming from the blue flame

digging in ditches, dumpsters/ dying for a new name

who changed the locks/ don’t even recognize the building

the figures on the walls are hallways of hungry children

got nothing for ‘em/ don’t got a penny for a peddler

they only smoke screens/ i’m looking for a dust settler

picking apart the pieces of the puzzle/ to relieve the inner struggle

even leeches in the puddle know to leave the trouble alone

who’s knocking on my telephone?

how many dial tones will convince you that I ain’t home?

 

let the bad blood simmer/ let the bad blood simmer

Let the bad blood simmer/ now you lost in the center of the temper and temperature

Let the bad blood simmer/ let the bad blood simmer

Let the bad blood simmer/ Now you caught between the temper and temperature

 

tell me who to pray to/ who's supposed to save you?

there's nothing to escape from/ nowhere to escape to

the moment that i came to they asked me where i came from

pointed to the blank sky/ couldn't speak the same tongue

name one night that didn't end in mourning

the storm brings hope but never gives warning

ain't enough police tape to cover up this mess

no matter how you frame it we're just decorating shipwrecks

ingest a hard pill to swallow/ filled with shards of the bottle

tip the jar/ let the scars fill your hollow

the soldiers walked in/ should've seen the clock spin

we covered up our ears 'cause poisoned mouths talk sin-

sation temptress/ offensive to the senses

now who would ever guess you'd be imprisoned by a sentence?

before i spoke i filled the room with smoke to cleanse it

conjured the wrong ghosts/ had 'em begging me to end it

begging me for friendship/ begging me for rations

i told them i’m a fraud, a freeloader and a has-been

alone/ who’s knocking on my telephone?

how many dial tones will convince you that i ain’t home?

 

let the bad blood simmer/ let the bad blood simmer

let the bad blood simmer/ now you lost in the center of the temper and the temperature

let the bad blood simmer/ let the bad blood simmer

let the bad blood simmer/ you lost in the center of the temper and the temperature

 

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10. "DON'T BRING THE DEVIL OUT"

 

everybody’s clinging to the upside

can’t they see it's upside down?

better buckle up/ we're in for a rough ride now

cruising through dark rain/ sharp pain lives in our veins

is that the holy light or headlights in our lane?

settle down/ deep breath, pull yourself together now

don’t swerve/ don’t blink, don’t bring the devil out

duct tape covers up the rear view mirror

when the stuck brake grinds/ i hear you clearer

will this road end? oh no, there’s no end/ the gates been opened

clinging to your fate/ your fate’s been holding by a clothespin

someone’s on our tail/ the tank’s almost outta gas

no one taught me how to drive/ no one taught me how to crash

ask the deck of cards "what’s the deal?"

i’ve been banging rocks together trying to reinvent the steering wheel

real funny how its all coming back to me slow

but it freezes up the faster we go

should’ve never left the factory doors

But it did now I’m practically broke

asked my pocket lint ‘how you gonna pay for that’

all my drinks try to hide their faces in a paper bag

it’s a long ride back from the wrong side of tracks

lose the map ‘cause i’m wiser than that

the almighty dollar meets the unholy weapon

Karma’s at your door for the collection/ singing:

 

return my body to the dirt where it came

strip me of my goods and my name

stretch me on the tracks for the midnight train

we can’t recognize the darkness till we recognize the flame

(repeat)

 

all the voices in your head got your vision painted red

so you brake, brake, brake!

we flew forward and drew closer to other side

that’s never been my choice to make, make, make!

we know people who know people who sew evil seeds

the ego bleeds and breaks, breaks, breaks!

the hearts and minds and vital nerves/ the suicidal urge

one of us is bound to take, take, take!

me out the frame/ the rust stains cover the name

smother the flame what you running from /discover the pain

glance over at the passenger we’re one in the same

rolling with no aim/ only got each other to blame

what i wouldn’t give to rest and park/ but i’m driving on a question mark

bad directions and arrested hearts

hanging out the window/ will it end? no, that’s the bestest part

never ending night drive/ trying to keep my tires in the white lines

but they keep leaning to the right side

gotta keep my bloodshot eyes open

looking like a mugshot and whatnot/ underneath a sky, broken

the black air is clearer than you'd expect

so now all my glass got a mirror-effect

i can see my past sins plus the here and next

but the disease will take years to detect

 

return my body to the dirt where it came

strip me of my goods and my name

stretch me on the tracks for the midnight train

we can’t recognize the darkness till we recognize the flame

(repeat)


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11. "CROWN"

 

down, down, in the flood

blood in my eye/ mouth full of mud

river gonna rise/ city gonna rust

not much left but we know what was

round, round, spin me round

on a rooftop looking down

angel on my wing/ devil on my crown

which one gonna hit the ground?

sane, sane, we’re all insane

taunting thunder, lightning, rain

chained to the tracks of a runaway train

vanish quickly as we came

run, run, get your gun  

pointer finger and a thumb

aim it at the heart of a heartless sun

watch it fall ‘til the day drops done

(repeat)

 

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12. "AMNESIA"

 

behind the curtains are closed doors/ half truths and cold floors

i got my backbone/ sorry you sold yours

untold wars burn in our sleep

surrender to silence and the turn of the key 

learning to speak the tongue of looking busy when the preacher come

never learned the manuscript proper but i could teach you some

two doors in front of you/ don't settle for either one

son of a gun or another believer's son 

inhale dust particles flipping through old articles

trying to find the source of where it started from its hard to know

i know conviction is a lost cause carved in stone

still remembers dull blades long after the scars are gone 

pulled the plug but the motor's still running

it ain't over till something stops the overkill coming

the colder chill hunts me/ i'm not in good company

the wallpaper's dizzy and the paranoia's unleashed 

runs free/ runs wild like god's son's bastard child

living on the stoop with cheap beer and black & milds

pass the vile/ i wouldn't mind forgetting some

for getting high, forgetting dumb/ whichever one is quicker, son 

ridiculous/ it's only neckties and hypocrites

reading from a book and drinking fake blood it was written with

splitting hairs/ splitting families and splitting lips

get in bed with them and spread the politicians  

 

amnesia, now you're a believer

but the drugs won't save you and the church won't either

amnesia/ now you're a believer

hands up, face down/ you know the procedure

amnesia/ now you're a believer

but the drugs won't save won't save you and the church won't either

amnesia/ now you're a believer

hands up, face down/ you know the procedure

 

what you running from/ it's standing there, must be fate

might as well look your demon in it's ugly face

go ahead and try to turn it into something safe

until you realize you brushing your teeth with a rusty blade 

 

let's escape through the unified solitude

humanize the bottle, too/ and pray nobody follows you

cover your tracks well/ holler if you catch hell

If i’m not there in time i didn’t know you that well

no pressure, hold tight/ no pressure

don’t look down/ don’t look back, they’ll get 'cha

bet your bottom buck/ cool and cordial is not enough

they went to tip their wine glass bottoms up and got ‘em stuck

must be dipping out your own supply/ living life in one gear: over drive, no surprise

here’s a blessing to the frozen sky/ let us see just one more sunset it’s closing eyes

i broke the bottle that's buried inside my pigment

the pigment is just a color that colors all of my vision

i seen it clear enough for the both of us

i'm bout to fill your sober cup so maybe you can open up

open up a little more

put it on the killing floor/ and you can fight your civil war

that’s not a riddle or simile, metaphor/ it’s just the goddamn truth that you must need a symbol for

 

amnesia/ now you're a believer

but the drugs won't save you and the church won't either

amnesia/ now you're a believer

hands up, face down/ you know the procedure

amnesia/ now you're a believer

but the drugs won't save won't save you and Jesus don't need ya

amnesia/ now you're a believer

hands up, face down/ you know the procedure

 

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13. "LAST TIME"

 

i swear that was the last time i'm gonna replace the stars

with heaven in a mason jar/ stuck with ugly faces, scarred

makes it hard to keep composure for the camera

still the lights flash/ now i'm frozen with my hands up

they told me what the plan was but i left it at the bus stop

now it's probably riding down Chicago with a traffic cop

it has to stop/ or my theory's out the window

and down the street behind the building/ back where broken men go

i swear that was the last Jack Pollock i'll be splattering

never should've dove head first into the shallow end

hey, welcome back again/ i heard you got your head stuck

between a rock, a hard place, a gypsy and and a bread truck

i swear that was the last time i'll swear that was the last time

last time was different 'cause i came back from a flatline

and walked around with pamphlets asking if you heard the good news

looked through the stained glass/ and sang the pop the hood blues

overheated car smoke dancing out the engine block

hot enough to tie the brutal sun into a crimson knot

prison thoughts pace round my skull with no escape plan

grey hands flip coins and lie wherever fate lands

 

i swear this is the last time i'll swear this is the last time

what's the use of beating old war drums for past crimes?

i swear this is the last time I'll swear this is the last time

lend a helping hand to a man that walks the path blind

i swear this is the last time i'll swear this is the last time

what's the use of beating old war drums for past crimes?

i swear this is the last time i'll swear this is the last time

i won't come round here again until the flask's dry

 

it’s time to take the stand, raise your hand/ try to beat the case again

why'd you shake the branch deeply rooted in forsaken land

it's not your place to operate on patience you keep locked away

not today, yesterday, tomorrow/ what you got to say?

no excuse, searching for words that never come

spent your youth and all your kids'/ trying to stay forever young

place the severed tongue of Saint Paul upon the pedestal

list the lives you'd settle for and all the truths you'll never know

let it go, let it go, let it go forever more

chalk it up to weathered storms/ this ain't the worse you're better for

took it down to the bone, bone marrow

shot a lone, lone arrow at a stone, stone sparrow

killing two birds with one word/ spell it with a searchlight

honor it for two days and sell it on the third night

the path to hell is paved with politician's promises

a handshake, a smile, and every lie that's crossed their lips

i swear this is the last time I'll swear this is the last time

lend a helping hand to a man that walks the path blind

 

 

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BONUS - "THE JACKAL"

 

the torch has been passed burnt down to ash

now we're back where we started when the scenery was black

i never forget a face down in the water/ breathe life in windpipes the dim lights wander

pin stripes on ya make a well dressed monster/ a dagger for a handshake and selfless posture

88 keys and not one fits the lock/ i waited on your steps where the sun stripped your block

every window was tinted/ squinted my eyes to catch glimpses/ sanity hanging by its hinges

senses attacked from all sides of the spectrum

head spun round had me speaking in a dead tongue

pass the red rum I'm dry/ fill it up high

might be the last time i see the setting sun

so much that i've never done/ don't know where to get it from

i idolized forever young/ but petty crumbs get jettisoned

damnit, standing here stranded/ dark side of the planet

the jackal ran away with the canvas

damage was done/ go ahead and run like we expect you to

you prefer the pulpit/ i'll take the confession booth

call me pariah/ call me a cab

call me flat tire i'll be rolling in in an hour and a

half empty cup let your tears fill it up/ okay that's enough

one time for the red door clinic/ the late night visits

two times for the two-timing mistress

third time's a charm/ fourth time's exquisite

but the fifth time around nobody's opened up for business

 

thought I knew how, though I knew when, thought I knew ya

guess not,  hallelujah

(repeat)

 

hook me with the jail bait/ drag me by the tailgate

snail's pace, pick it up/ drop me at the railway

fade away as quickly as you came

i'm running a few names to spark a blue flame like butane

you slang that as the news? who brang that in the room? who claimed that as the truth?

now, look into my eyes might see your reflection/ might see the black that you slept in

might see your own eyes blink upon closer inspection

no sense of time or direction/ we dressed in the flesh that we came in

the flesh that we left in/ shed some along the way wound up with some fresh skin

thought I knew how, though I knew when, thought I knew ya

guess not,  hallelujah

(repeat)

 

truth be told you're a damn good liar/ talked me into sleeping in a house on fire

distant, dislocated, disowned/ damn, i must've pulled the short end of the wishbone

unlucky as the day is long/ as the night is cold/ as the blade is calm

flesh wounds on my palm out of place/ left a sour taste

Jesus, they crucify anybody now a days

a coward's face grinning in my champagne/ damn shame that i know the Devil by his last name

can't change which cards got dealt/ so i left em right there face down on the felt

i felt the urgent hands of the cold wind

pull me off the walls before they closed in 

the most that i could manage was to make my peace and vanish

cause the damage of your vanity has no end /old friend

 

thought I knew how, though I knew when, thought I knew ya

guess not,  hallelujah

(repeat)

 

Kill The Vultures Video: Live @ La Sacrestia (Milan)

Kill The Vultures recently concluded their sixth headlining tour in Europe, and their show in Milan at La Sacrestia was captured by URSSS(.com). Watch the first show of their Italian leg of the tour below:

http://www.ursss.com/2016/04/kill-the-vultures/

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Slug & Crescent Moon Conversation (audio recording)

Minneapolis-bred emcees Slug of Atmosphere and Crescent Moon of Kill The Vultures got in a car, started driving, hit 'record' on a phone, and started talking about life, parenting, music, Dairy Queen, car maintenance...whatever came to mind. The two have known each other nearly twenty years, and in 2001, Crescent Moon began touring with Atmosphere as Slug's hype man. 

Listen to the conversation here:

https://soundcloud.com/kill-the-vultures/sets/slug-crescent-moon-conversations

 

Limited Edition Carnelian Double LP & Screen Printed Poster

The 180 gram double LP vinyl of Kill The Vultures latest album Carnelian is now available for purchase in the Store of our website. This limited edition pressing features bonus tracks, "Last Time" and "The Jackal" featuring Channy Leaneagh of Polica. 

The poster is a numbered (1-50) screen printed poster featuring design by Kai Benson and artwork by Amalia Orman. 

Kill The Vultures Announce SxSW Shows, EU Tour

Sat. Mar. 19 : US - SxSW/The North Door
Sat. Mar. 19 : US - SxSW/Sidewinder
Thu. Mar. 24 : FR - Lyon / Periscope
Fri. Mar. 25 : CH - Yverdon les Bains / Amalgame
Mon. Mar. 28 : FR - Paris / Point Ephémère
Tue. Mar. 29 : FR - Strasbourg / Molodoï
Thu. Mar. 31 : FR - Nantes / Pôle Etudiant
Fr. Apr. 1 : FR - Le Mans / Péniche Excelsior
Mon. Apr. 4 : IT Udine / Visionario
Tues. Apr. 5 : IT Milano / Sacrestia
Wed. Apr. 6 : IT Osimo (An) / Loop
Thurs. Apr. 7 : IT Genova / Altrove
Fri. Apr. 8 : IT Brescia / Lio Bar
Sat. Apr. 9 : IT Ravenna / Bronson
Tues. Apr. 12 : IT Pisa / Lumiere
Wed. April 13 : IT Roma / Quirinetta
Thurs. Apr. 14 : IT Napoli / Cellar Theory
Sat. Apr. 16 : IT Bari / Quadrato Rosso
Sun. Apr. 17 : IT Avellino / Godot
Mon. Apr. 18 : IT Terracina / Tracce
Wed. Apr. 20 : IT Padova / Mame

Kill the Vultures 'Topsoil' Video Premiered by The 405 (UK)

Watch the video for 'Topsoil' from Kill the Vultures' Carnelian album, premiered by UK's The 405.

(Text from the article)

"We basically gave the video the look and feel of huffing paint until you see spirits" says Anatomy, producer and beatmaker for Minneapolis-based hip-hop duo Kill The Vultures. "This is the first video from the Carnelian album. Like the rest of the album, the beat on Topsoil is grimy and it's meant to penetrate on a direct level even though it's laced with some experimental/atonal madness. The vocals are pretty metaphorical but, in my opinion, the raw experiences behind the lyrics are more vivid and clear through Crescent Moon's metaphors than if he were just spelling things out."

"Snakes, serpents, and the reptile mind were inspirations on the album. Carnelian is the name of a stone, but we chose it as a title partly because of its phonetic similarity to "reptilian". This song, from the flute to the vocals, plays around with the snake idea more than some of the other songs. The video obviously delves into this theme as well."

Carnelian made our list of albums that deserved more love in 2015, so it's a pleasure to introduce this video to the world early in 2016. Kill The Vultures are also one to watch, one to check out, one you shouldn't ignore, one with a big enough back catalogue to explore, enjoy, and lose yourself in, one to tell all your friends about and watch them lose their shit like you just did. Their atonal approach to hip hop is so uncompromising that they've been able to quietly refine their sound without ever being troubled by the mainstream, so rest assured, if you like what you hear you have four albums of gold to work through. Call it homework if you like.

Kill the Vultures' Carnelian International 'Best of 2015' Roundup

2015 saw the release of Kill the Vultures' highly anticipated fourth album, Carnelian. We've selected some of our favorite international end-of-year write-ups of the album to share. 

*Il Mucchio (Italy) - Album of the Month for December. Carnelian listed as one of the "Best of 2015." (follow link for in-depth review)
http://ilmucchio.it/recensioni/musica/kill-the-vultures/

*Silver Rocket (Prague), "This is the best rap thing of 2015... the music texture equivalent of the first films of Jim Jarmusch." (translated)
http://www.silver-rocket.org/nejkecy/478

*The Monitors (UK)- "52 Best Albums of 2015: ...this is probably the most musically exciting hip hop album of 2015."
http://www.the-monitors.com/2015/12/24/the-monitors-52-best-albums-of-2015/

*The 405 (UK) It's rare for hip-hop as cerebral as Carnelian to make you engage with it in the way that it does...it's a hip-hop album that makes you want to dance without a small part of your soul dying inside you."
http://www.thefourohfive.com/music/article/unlucky-in-love-13-albums-that-deserved-more-in-2015-143

*Trois Couleurs (Paris) Under constant tension, worked by a rage that nothing soothes, they cook their urban mantras in an overheated tribal rap pan with free jazz. Best CDs of December. (translated)
http://www.troiscouleurs.fr/2015/12/les-meilleurs-cd-du-mois-de-decembre/ 

*Alternative Radio (France) A smashing return to business after six years of absence perpetuating once again brilliantly dark hip hop, urban and cerebral.Top 20 Albums of 2015. (translated)
http://alternativeradio.over-blog.com/2016/01/top-20-2015-8.html 

*Never Mind the Bee Stings (Italy) The year of the return of Kill the Vultures, who, with Carnelian, make a new large step in their fascinating idea of dark and suffocating rap. Crossed between beats and ethereal, obsessive jazz. Top 20 Albums of the Year. (translated)
https://nevermindthebeestings.wordpress.com/2015/12/30/snobbati-e-sconosciuti-perlopiu-i-miei-dischi-del-2015/

Auftouren (Germany) With the sounds of woodwind and brass, strings and percussion instruments, producer Anatomy creates instrumentals that fluctuate between the elegance of cocktail jazz, the shimmering tension of orchestral film music, and the hustle and bustle of free-jazz escapades. The eerie and menacing overtones of the music draw on Crescent Moon's dark and abstract lyrics. Best of the year list. (translated)
http://www.auftouren.de/2015/12/28/auftouren-2015-geheime-beute/

Insane World Lyrics

Mixed Blood Majority
Insane World Lyrics

Insane World

Joe Horton:
Too bad you can't be a prophet in your hometown
No more yelling in deaf ears ' Fuck this whole town
[Suit up and eat your breakfast soldier ' Hold the fort down]
Yea I bet I burn that fucker down before I pucker up
Stuck on the cusp of a new age of human consciousness
but don't think because I talk like Alan Watts that I won't rock this shit
Name dropping the dead ' Finger to obelisk
Damn the ominous storm and them totems I Fou-caulted 'em
and threw some lye on their ovum
so nothing ' not even hope'll grow
flick a lit match in slow-mo
it flies like a flaming moth wing
out of the many optics on me not a one could stop me
I grab my gas can and then split with a squeaky conscience 

Chorus: 
All I hear is ‘your side, my side, borderline, chalk line
Brotherman which side are you on? Which side are you on?
Somewhere between midnight and the thin light of a new dawn

Insane word ‘ Insane Insane World

Crescent Moon:
I used to be your only son ' Made me feel like an only child, now I’m not the only one
But that dish is overdone ' Feed it to the fire and join the choir of lonely tongues
This whole city is a crime scene ' Everyone’s a suspect if you’d seen what I’ve seen
I’m just a pixel in the widescreen ' Bracing for the bullets when they hit me with the high beams
The sky blurs like someone else disguised her
Now my sides hurt and there’s Xs where my eyes were
synthesizer send a soul to save me ' Retroactive raise me, September 1980
Eleventh day, maybe, somewhere around noon time
Too late for baptism ' Too early for moonshine
Choctaw bloodline ' Blurry as the chalk around the body of my brother
on the wrong side of chalk line

Chorus


Private Public

Joe Horton:
Cue the hip-shake ' Get the dead-headed rowdy
The stuttering neck crowd is pouting
[Why?]
They wanted a god and got a particle
Cut to them pissing their pants ' Cut to my victory dance
Postpartum depression to pre-mortem
There I go again with the doom and gloom courtship
My bad ' Promise that I'll change my tune
Something more appealing to the wasted youth
I gotta face the truth ' Spinning in circles trying to find to it
No luck yet' No fucks left
You want me you got me
Man I got nothing to lose
Nothing to prove to the who's who of the screw loose
Too few knew the funeral march by heart
So when I started to hum it the punishment loomed brutal
Phones lit up like the city at nightfall
The glow of the zombie army with nothing to fight for

Chorus:
Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me
Private Public
Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me
Private Public

Private Public

Crescent Moon:
Be patient ' Every time the sky falls we’ll hide in the basement and listen to the night crawl
If the moon’s vacant, we’ll gather ‘round the light bulb
When that thing burns out: put holes in the dry wall
Open your eyeballs ' Tell me what you see
Hey, hey, is the coast clear to shuffle my two feet through streets?
Move sleek ' Who’s he?
The hood in the back row? Holding a black rose
Don’t know how to act, though
Half pterodactyl ' Half gone ' Half-hearted attempts to catch a glimpse don’t last long do they?
Who they talking ‘bout too late?
I found out all these suckers must be drinking from the same batch of Kool-Aid
Now what it taste like? Savor the backwash
The color of dead skin ' The flavor of asphalt
Now if you bite, you bit it ' Tou might admit it
You’re not the type only the righteous live it

Chorus


Can’t Get Enough

Intro:
You know where I’m at ' [Where you at?]
Getting high with the scum out back ' Catching feelings
Knees to the floor ' Blowing smoke to the ceiling
‘til my eyes like funhouse glass

And I can’t get enough ' Pant and I puff
Can’t take it anymore ' Pour a little in my cup
Drink it up quicker than it comes
Like I got a hole in my cup
Can’t can’t get enough

Joe Horton:
Paid a pitiful pittance to get
rid of the gimmick and strip
down to the simplest yeah
Now I’m as ill as it gets
Sick with cure baby
Sick of the world looking at me like you’re crazy
when you’re crazy

Can’t take it anymore ' Can’t get enough
Too many eyes on me now for me to give it up
‘Least not in public
Preach all that free shit I want
Deep down I know that I’m not
What you think-Fuck what you think that I’m caught?
In between a rock and a bottomless drop
Like it or not it’s either jump or fall
and not a one of us is dusting off
None of us are dusting off
We’re just looking for something to call home
On the way down trying to drown like a king of the bar throne
sinking in tar slow ‘ screaming I’m on top

Take one down, pass it around ' 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown
99 bottles and I still ain’t drown ' 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown

Crescent Moon:
Tell the spectators they can stop watching
Finally hit rock bottom like a stock option
Somehow I got locked in ' My body wants the toxins
Free-falling from the clouds is how I’m caught often
I hear your god talking: “Please believe in me. Please believe in me”
I hear my god often: “You’ll be needing me. You’ll be needing me”

Raise a cold glass, drink to my health
Put the glass down, sink to my hell
Why can’t I just think for myself?
Pour some out for the day that I fell

Chorus


Blinded

Crescent Moon:
If I could sell the snakeskin back to the serpent
Then non-believers turn to Jesus and start preaching the sermon
I thought I told ‘em repeatedly not to stare at the sun
They forgot to blink and now they think that I’m the arrogant one
Please don’t compare me to none them that’s careless with tongues
They made a choice to be dumb ' Now the embarrassment comes
If it’s not apparent to some that choose to follow the herd
Act like they leading the pack, then watch ‘em swallow their words
Like dessert, like they’re hollow like it hurts to be them
Maybe they’ll ask to switch their masks so they can borrow a friend
Tell a friend, neighbor, lover, the next savior you discover
you’re in the market for hearts if they beat like all of the others
Conformity won’t kill you, just the life in your tongue
Don’t take my word for it, take the silence after I’m done

You might think you’re everything your mind’s eye touch
Keep your ears open and your eyes wide shut
You will get blinded when the skies light up
But don’t believe the hype from guys like us

Chorus:

Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em who it is
Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em who it is
Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em who it is
Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em that name’s ringing like…

Joe Horton:
7 bil yelling may day ' Except for when they dream
so they just sleep between the pay days
Derelict is in black ' Rent’s in cash when the man gets back
shit better be in tact

You caught on a dozen cameras just flashing that old decoder ring
hoping nobody notices
Open that dirty orifice ' Insert final solution
It’s that or another movie binge
Double tapping on groupie tits

White or black skin you’re a captive
You ain’t got money less your lawyers got mansions
You ain’t running shit you just a stand in
Flesh to a phantom ' Something for the mob to get their hands on

You might think you’re everything your mind’s eye touch
Keep your ears open and your eyes wide shut
You will get blinded when the skies light up
But don’t believe the hype from guys like us


One Chain

Chorus:
Nose to the grind all day ' When it comes to money, man, it’s all fair game
Said they got 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling] ' 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling]
Nose to the grind all day ' Holes in the boat and dancing to make it rain
Said they got 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling] ' 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling]

Crescent Moon:
Stay still ' If we act right maybe they will
give us back life ' plus the food scraps they spill
Angels came down and told me I should pray til the chains feel
tight enough to hang me by my ankles
Pray til the pain feels like Jesus when they bleed us
Told me pray til my grave’s filled, then they’ll finally free us
Oh I’m grateful, thankful Master made me half-white
I know I’m lucky that he’s that nice

Chorus:
Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he loves us back
Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he loves us back
Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he loves us back
Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he’s on our side
Don’t believe him when he smiles

Joe Horton:
Chop it up with killers to get on the bullet’s good side
Either plug an ear or duck in fear and if you could hide from eyes in the sky
Life’s sweeter with your piece of the pie
Try fasting they got cleaners that’ll snipe you at night
Overseers that’ll read you your rights
Whip cold in the holster
Still I’m feeling older than I’m supposed to
Grind taking two tolls ' Flesh and soul
Heaven knows the pressure so intense it left me two tone
Half of me is atrophied the other half is too strong
Average it and move on ' Don’t feel like I’m human
Skin peel like it’s glued on ' Oh shit what have you done?
They gon’ start to panic thinking what planet are you from?

If etiquette’s divine then ' mine is the crime of a new athiest
who waited too long as a pawn of satan to say this shit
Pink slip or guillotine ' Wither way you leaving in a box
Gotta feed the beast

Chorus


Every Lesson Unlearned

Joe Horton:
Is this a fortress or a jail cell? 
Drag the warden out
One more bag of skin on the pile with a gaping orphan mouth
Lookie here little birdy regurgitating it hurts me
There's certain pains I'll endure, but you gotta pay me first
So says the older of the satirist twins
swinging a twig with a padawan twitch
Saddled with nerves at what lurks under murky surfaces
The mystery's king
If you didn't ask a question why you kissing the ring? Huh?
Soft shoeing, gun clapping, that’s the same dance
Festooned the exit wound with jewels to get you lined up
Don't look like you mind much ' Cueing for the crosshair
It's not fair ' But only thumb sucking bitches and punks duck
So says the younger ' Punch drunk and crazed from the hunger pain
Undercame his dumb luck with novocaine and sugar pills
Took a real man to admit he wasn't real
Now he knows just how his brother feels 

Crescent Moon:

Run while you still can ' Walk while you still stand
They’ll have us down on all fours ' We fall for the bills and
the pills and the thrills and the mansion on the hills and
The shallow end is deep ' Ain’t no telling where we will land

Keep your fire light low ' Otherwise they might know our whereabouts and whereabout we find our inner light so the night cold ' Best watch your step upon the tight rope
If one falls, we all fall ' No lifeboat, no white horse to ride off in the sunset,
Happily ever after ' They ain’t never changed the script, they’re just casting better actors

[Hope you’re ready for your close-up] ' Hold up a minute, don’t be acting all surprised when they roll up in tinted windows asking for your identification
[Why spend your time chasing peace?] With eyes in the sky, vacant
Lost my patience for every operation concerned
with force-feeding information in the face of every lesson unlearned

Chorus:
Every lesson unlearned ‘ No stone unturned
Long as the sun burns ‘ Long as the sun burns


I’m With It

Joe Horton:
Better act like you know how to navigate the overgrown binary jungle
or that’s it for the misfit ' click click racking up stats
Couldn’t care less stance ' Pat on the back addict
Back at it ' Stack fun tickets like a bad habit
Laughing all the way to the cash in
It’s your quarter hour you bask in it
I can tell it from your selfie pose
you’re a special rose and the world’s most venerated passionate
Ah!
Unbridled finally do battle with lion
We like to see blood on the page
in defilement of everything lamb like
Damn right ' I’m with it
Down to pull a stooge on a doe eyed
droog and you know I
move with a crew full of similars ‘ F I X
Other cats try but they never get the clone right
Goes like this…

Crescent Moon:
Blasted ' Put me out back where the trash lives
Never should’ve opened up the ziplock plastic
Trapped in my body ' Feel like gridlock traffic
[This massive ' This for the masses 'Built so high that they can’t look past it]

If I [If I] ' If I’m being honest
I do sit back [Sit back] ' look what I’ve accomplished
I can see that [See that] ' yes, they really want it
Written all over their responses ' Consciously or unconscious
Atheists and agnostics swear to god they just felt the prophet
But the truth is music just moved ‘em to the point they question their logic
Y’all don’t know what to call it ' Why even give it a name
If the only purpose it serves the jury’s to frame it and hang it?

Am I speaking your language or do you need it translated?
Do I gotta break it down to that ' take it down to that same-old-same station?
How many gon’ vibe don’t hear me though? Just let it ri-ride material?
Better close your eyes for the lullaby high ' Get lost inside the stereo


Foxes Den

Crescent Moon:
I got frenemies ' Got a lot of frenemies
Got a lot of people think they’re something they pretend to be
But eventually, expose them and their tendencies
Put ‘em in their proper place with silverfish and centipedes
Tie ‘em in the trees, have ‘em swinging in the wind and breeze for centuries
then maybe I can finally find a sense of peace
Extermination physically and mentally
Potentially lock down their potential in penitentiaries

Joe Horton:
I was born in the foxes den ' My brain was deprived of oxygen
I came to despise this box I’m in ' but then the joke hit
Maybe they don’t know that they don’t know shit

Chorus:
All my people mixed blood ' Put your fists up
Put your fists up ' Put your put your fists up
All my people mixed blood ' mixed blood

Joe Horton: 
I was born in the foxes den/ my brain was deprived of oxygen
I came to despise this box I’m in, but then the joke hit

Top siders got a lot of nerve
Right until it’s time to swerve
Tires on fire that’s the final turn
Fire hot enough to make a diamond burn
Better learn quick or them michelins make you eat your words


Camera '  Who the fuck is that with the camera?
Camera ' Why they aiming at me with my hands up?
Can’t run ' Got me 360 panorama
And I can’t kill a villain ‘cause I am one

Chorus

Crescent Moon:
I’ve been every shade under the sun
I’ve been every name ever came off of the tongue
I am slave in the slave owner’s blood
But no matter how I change I remain as one

Chorus


Burn That

Intro:
Mountain long way away
Nothing but sand by now
Like a dead star shining
lights my way from the grave
and I sat right down
Laughed out loud
River no banks, I’m the whole thing
Even though it looks like the eddies have eyes
and that many men die from floating

Joe Horton:
Time time
Nothing but time
Nothing but time and 7 8 9
Words that my man wrote shiver up my spine
Nigga on a tightrope
Thinner by the mile  
How how, can I get down?
One step to left do the trick
That’s where the rest of 'em is  
Spit with a pessimist twist
Make it sound dirty 

Don’t look down
Don’t look ‘ Don’t look down

Chorus: 
I been a million places ' Opened a million doors
I seen a lot of faces ' I forgot ‘em though
I forgot 'em though ' I forgot 'em though

I seen a lot of face ' I forgot 'em though

Burn that ' Burn that ' Burn that
(I don’t want you to) Burn that

Crescent Moon:
I threw a stone at castle walls trying to smash it all
when I ran out of stones I used my bones ' it had to fall
Gave it everything I had and then it asked for more
Left me standing back in awe ' The granite didn’t crack at all

I seen a sea of cloudy faces ' I forgot ‘em all
Don’t know their names ' which road they came here on ' which God they call

Cutting through smoke (cutting) ' Nothing but a joke
Nothing but a boat in the ocean tossed in the waves
Tried to look ‘em in the face while they’re going through the motions

Mountain long way away
Nothing but sand by now
Like a dead star shining
lights my way from the grave
and I sat right down
Laughed out loud
River no banks, I’m the whole thing (x3)

Chorus


You Wouldn’t Believe Me

Chorus:
City’s sleeping in a million pieces
and they’re all exactly where they’re supposed to be
Little people in a big machine
trying to live the dream without opening ‘ invisible eyelids
What’s it like on the other side?
There’s no preparing for a new awareness
Plus you wouldn’t believe me if I told you

You wouldn’t believe me
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you
There’s no preparing for a new awareness
Plus you wouldn’t believe me if I told you

Joe Horton:
Red hand and a fistful of dead time [Chill out]
Stick to the script or with one flick of the wrist you'll be licking up piss
where the immigrants is ' Bitch get a grip
Get money ' Get rich
Get your check signed Pick a chemical to get by
Pick a ' Pick a lie then stick to it
Game day nigga

Stakes can't get any bigger
Snake and a river and a thin line between 'em
Thinner than the ribbon on a tree trunk
Thicker than blood dripping from the tip of a pigeon feather
Written in some indigent tongue is a letter in the dirt to the death hum
Predators cry out ' Render the flesh numb
Best of 'em do the reticent clown
Rocking a red lipped smile while keeping the head hung

Crescent Moon:
Had a dream last night ' I was the only one woke
Everyone else was sleeping ' Living their lives in mirrors and smoke
Walking ‘round unconscious ' Not alive, not dead
I tried to shake the pacified passerby but they seemed satisfied trapped inside their heads
Tried talking to ‘em first ' Started yelling when I saw that didn’t work
Cussing with my hands in their faces ' Cops came ‘round tried to put me in bracelets
Sleepwalkers closing in ' Cold as the streets that I’m frozen in
Only one woke only one that can fight back
Eyes wide open, I don’t come with a price tag

Chorus


Same Thing Coming

Joe Horton:
Half speak en vogue in the cesspool
Idol tongue running this
Cunning as the best fool sitting on the top of the pyramid
Tried to help him down, but he wasn't trying hear it
Fine then be like that ' Live in my skin and you would see that trap
Stack cash with a tight ass midas touch ' Finance your ransom  
[Rise up] 
Right as the crash comes
Half done don't play with the cops in your brain
they're impossible to slay with a cap gun
Captain, old flame of the waves
getting paid to be brave throwing souls to the flash flood
Rats run with their tails tucked
Crew stuck nails in the planks to impale us
Blood for the wind god ' Praying to an ear that has been gone
Sinking with the sails up ' Wonder what went wrong

Chorus:
They put me in the cage with the others ' Thought that I was tame but I wasn’t
Now they got the same thing coming ' Yeah, they got the same thing coming
Faith ain’t nothing but a game face, cousin ' Trying to save face everyday take cover
Halo on the cage made of buzzards ' And they got the same thing coming
Yeah they got the same thing coming

Crescent Moon:
Died with my boots on ducking thin lies ' Dim eyes on a new dawn
And when the feeling came it was too strong
[Yea, bet it wasn’t long ‘fore you moved on]

Too gone to speak ' Too gone to care ' Too gone to notice
Out of focus ' Hope is hanging by a hair
I found another way to leave my flesh behind
Where stress resides and self doubt crept inside
Took a deep breath filled my chest with pride
Stetched my mind and death pushed the rest aside
Pressed rewind, now I’m lookin’ who dunnit?
Who want it? One, two a few hundred?

Firing blindly in the dark all I see is the spark
from my tongue and I’m trying to hit my mark
My heart, my lungs, they start to come apart
from the hatred they’re weighed with and from the start
I knew that I was destined for the path I walk
The mask is off from birth til the casket drops
Started off slow, ended up running ' Don’t matter in the end
‘cause we all got the same thing coming

Chorus

Mixed Blood Majority Announce 'Insane World', Release Show at First Ave Mainroom

Mixed Blood Majority announced the December 4th release of Insane World, the follow-up to their debut self-titled album. Preview Same Thing Coming the first single from Insane World.

Mixed Blood Majority also announced a massive release show for Insane World At First Avenue Mainroom w co-headliner P.O.S and special guest GRRRL PRTY.


Listen to Carnelian, The Massive New Kill the Vultures Album, Out Now

 
Cover Art by Kai Benson

Cover Art by Kai Benson

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On Carnelian, rapper Crescent Moon delivers surreal narratives based on the intersection of race, religion, and crime from his perspective as a person of mixed-race heritage. Producer Anatomy explores the dark altered state suggested in the vocals, incorporating avant-garde influences, while staying rooted in hip-hop. The title refers to a red semi-precious stone, which is often found in religious and royal artifacts. The root of the word carnelian refers to the latin carnis, meaning flesh.

Photo by Cameron Wittig

Photo by Cameron Wittig

 

New Kill the Vultures Single, 'Shake Your Bones,' Premiered in UK Mag CLASH

Shake Your Bones, the lead single from KTV's forthcoming album, Carnelian, was featured today in UK magazine CLASH. Writer Robin Murray called the track "lyrically astute and rhythmically dexterous, the taut atmosphere is matched to a real sense of drive and energy."

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