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Trash Masquerade

by Cousin Boneless

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1.
In pursuit of liberty, I became a libertine, Jaded by the drudgery of immortality Now in return for this new life you’ve given me I’ll I’ll show you the virtue in blasphemy Not often tempted by the pleasures of the flesh But the figure that you strike’s as tempting as it gets Now I’m infected instinct stifles intellect Under the spell of your unwitting enchantments A thief in the night, a knight on the lam Lets make the law man jealous and take each other’s hands As dusk falls my incantations call forth a cadaverous court to have a ball And we’ll dance the dance macabre The dance that never stops The devil himself has given us this chance to put the romance in necromancy They say one day every man dances with death but tonight death dances for me As the sky sheds her wine dark cloak dawns rosy fingers caress her skin Before she regains her blue composure, she blushes at our sins
2.
Algorhythm 01:55
The architects not aware The archetypes characters without a care The masterminds the master plan Carried out by the ready and willing the bleeding hands The blueprint the vision The framework of a burning building What we’ve created is a headless beast without a name And it’s growing The creature it overtakes for heaven’s sake for progress’s sake The warzone the common ground The difference lies in who’s around Immaculate conception A culture that swears by subtle suggestion The program poorly written Plug it in now dance to the algorithm
3.
You claim to care more so I’ll defer and be resentment borne To an island’s silent shore, build a raft for company’s comfort Because on the closest of days, you’re miles away But you can’t stand to face the gulf that separates us So you send bottled messages smoke signals mirror flashes Call it conversation and compassion Caught up painting volleyballs, making help signs with rocks Never bother to explore what the jungle has in store There are creatures that whisper so softly from the trees that You’d scarcely believe it was more than the breeze As vines caress your each hesitant step; beckon you to lasting peace Ignore the tricks Plato played and return to the cave: its depths are the substance of dreams On the closest of days your mind is a maze, but you can’t stand to face The riddle you’re made of so you settle To check your reflection in the murkiest of waters Call it the extent of identity If I get lost Hacking swaths Through tangles of thought At least I won’t Have wasted my time Babbling to an endless sea And a featureless sky
4.
The eye in the forest the eye I my forehead only seem to show scenes of shame There is a piece missing that keeps me wishing a disconnect in my little brain So throw me a rope or lend me a hand or watch me drown right where you stand Seems like I’m waving from up on the sand but my cry for help is a joke I’ll never possess that magical touch that separates greatness from deadbeats and scum Intellect and suggestions disappear as they come Follow me friends for I’m having fun You can blame me for what I’ve done You can blame me for trying to run You can blame me for what I’ve become but don’t look to me for a cause Let me be your ammunition Holster me by your hips and when the time comes draw you six gun I’ll shoot down what’s on your mind Come take my hand we’ll sift through the sand Try to find meaning to meet our demands and I’ll dig, dig deep but the secrets I keep they won’t be able to hide for long The visions I have are void of meaning Tossing and turning, waking up screaming Useless frames of film fill up my dreaming Scoffing off awfully big devils Our spirits will lead us into the evening What dreams hide in Eden my dear? Let’s go out and see which demons we worship and which demons do we fear
5.
I walk a daggers path through a city of masks Eyes downcast because the walls stare back Careful not to get caught in the current of the crowd Mesmerizing sights hypnotic sounds We know why you came to this part of town Memories escaped and sorrows drowned With my case I drop anchor 5 bucks place both bait and bet My voice chums the waters 5 strings cast a net Come, come make an offering to the dead Lest they get restless half-drunk and half-fed The human tides subsides I’m left alone to collect my catch And cling to last call with fellow urchins And the litter the living left Thought you knew the odds But the house always wins
6.
Douse 02:36
The road to ruin will take its toll, this reasoning reeks of wreckage untold From deduction to destruction, from our damn dirty souls We try to piece together a whole Feeding fire with the flame that rains from the sky as we slowly degrade First we fail, then we try; storing up strength for some final fight As we struggle just to get by, the water runs dry and even monsters Wither and die Tear the arch of the black hooved beast and nail the wings as a warning above your door Opposite Crucifix and bleating hearts underneath of the floor boards Unleash the creatures to do your bidding On either side of good and evil the monsters are winning Cut off the head but the eyes still stare Possess the demons that are haunting your dreams it’s the birth of a nightmare Kill the host become what you fear It’s the death of a dream and the birth of a nightmare Lantern to guide us across the river (Flickering, flickering) Driftwood inhibits our arc from growing bigger (Confined to our shrines) Freedom to be can almost be seen but (Hallelujah) Who blew out the light?
7.
If I could find someplace to rest that would be the end of my incessant protest if I ever meet my goal I won’t even know Somebody somewhere has all they need as I sing some dreamy speech far out of key There are signs flying high propped up by a self-fulfilling lie Smashing the state or manifestation won’t deliver us from our great creation It won’t be so easy to get the gut feeling before we can finally scream freedom and have our brains be persuaded it’s true Someone with sense must clean up our mess Averted by allies a burden on friends with a sense of adventure our jest is justified The only true artists left in this world are collecting their efforts and meeting no goal This nonsense is a promise I’m starving to believe in These illusions of squalor they seem so romantic this scheme’s so easy we can hardly stand it When we realize what we fantasize changes the minds of our neighbors maybe it will feel worthwhile My body begs for rest but the poison satisfies my mind trying to find profound truth and true lies As we babble on about Babylon my heart attempts to pump blood and that’s all that it does
8.
The rich who give counsel take on gain hear not the starving poor call you At last you too will cry in vain Death will turn a deaf ear on you The merchant’s wealth is a worthless thing of others won by lies, the spoils Death will sure repentance bring snaring the snarer in his toils Spend you days in wealth, in a moment be in the grave Woe woe inhabitants of Earth Death – Death will visit all alike This very night you shall know Death Tomorrow be encoffined fast Tell me fool while you still have breath Who will have the gold which you’ve amassed The love of life has ceased in thee Who long has known this suffering strife Come along now and rest with me Death is better now than life Behold, behold the hour is at hand
9.
There’s holy water in the flood There’s holy water in the sky There’s holy water in the blood that spilt There’s holy water in our eyes The water it is drowning The landscape barren and bleak The ashes are so fertile now Covering concrete In stark defiance of blanket grey Reaching out from a bed of decay A single orchid rises up A harbinger of unseen triumph

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Recorded and engineered by Kasey Fusco at Etc. Studios
in Ambridge, PA

Written and Produced by Cousin Boneless

Cover art by Noel’le Longhaul
Tracklist art by Ricky Steece

4th River Music Collective
facebook.com/4thrivermusiccollective

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released July 23, 2015

Chris Blake – Accordion/ Electric Guitar/ Vox/ Banjo on track 3
Joey Schuller – Banjo/ Vox/ Accordion on track 3
Jonny Snape – Washboard/ Drums/ Chains
Joe Miller – Trombone
Storm Shimp – Washtub Bass/ backup vox
Kyle Stinson – Singing Saw (tracks 1,3,6,8,9) / Screams
Kenze – Singing Saw (tracks 2,3, 4,5,7) / backup vox
James Bristol – Stand up bass / Mandolin
Natasha Velvet – Harp
Courtney CoCo – Spoons

(lyrics for track 8 are from the woodcuts "Dance of Death" by Hans Holbein)

Mad Props to:

Kasey Fusco, Courtney CoCo, Noel’le Longhaul, Rail Yard Ghosts, The Hills and the Rivers, Ricky Steece, Matt Heckler, Marlon Battad, Days N Daze, Arroyo Deathmatch, Nomad Mountain Outlaws, Feral Booty, Belligerence, Mama’s Broke, Ladies on the Rag, Hashbrown Belly Boys, Mallory, We the Heathens, Ghost Guest, Mary Fuego, Endless Mike and the Beagle Club, Baltimore String Felons, Dead Cat, Gnarly Whales, Cowabunga Breakfast and the Ches Kats, The Hillstead and Mama Hill, All our Moms, Harrison and the Spider House, The Boardwalk, Hairy Deb’s House of Tacos, Alice st House, Bath House, House with No Name, The Wagon Wheel, The Rat’s Nest, Eric and the Abandoned Store, Super Happy Fun Land, Black Butte, Max and Crooked Wood, The Free Farm, Everyone in the 4th River Music Collective, Satan Lord of Darkness, Dirty Gurtie, High Holy, BB, Amalia Lillios, Uncle Charlie, Sue and Mike Shay, Natania, Kenze, Ben Roberson, Heidi Hill, James Bristol, Old School Dave, Dexter, Natasha Velvet, Tatiana, Larkin and her Mama, Flashbacks and the crew, Planet Sarbez, Radio Bean and Nicole, Park House, Pete Spynda, Matt Miller, Hollywood Kevin, Mafdet Gabby, Leah Mailloux, Hannah Peterson, Colby Aminti, Tiffany Beyer, The good folks of Daniels WV for fixing our van, Roby, Sal, Layna, and Pete from NoLa, Mott, Breezy, River, Jess, Ryan, Kellen, Tim, the Fest pool party, Courtney Becker, Zimma, Ray Gerard, Roaming Bear and his Mama, The guy who was the drummer kid from School of Rock, Doggy, Greyson, Scott Eaton, Laura Lee, Eileen, Ugg, Marcin, Pink & Logan, Estaban, Logan in VT, and the homies in SD with the Cavern.

Seriously, this album, our band as a whole, and our amazing lives could not be possible without the help of these people and many more. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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