1. |
Fly In the Batter
04:30
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I can't believe it - uh - why didn't I ever leave it?
The situation went from bad to worse to shit.
There was nothing I can do - the power of 1 can only come from 2
But you can't break me - you're fake and you can't handle it
Yeah, it doesn't matter - another fly in the batter
Ya don't matter - swatting flies…
It doesn't matter - I wave my hands and they all scatter
Flies in the batter - they take the rise out of my cake
It doesn't matter - I've eaten shit that's gone much flatter
Flies in the batter - I let them in - it's my mistake
Ya circle, then ya come down
But once you're in, you can't get out
In struggle you cover and can't fly
With regret I watch you slowly die...
No I ain't cryin' - just cleansin' myself of the lyin'
Anger's inspirin' - I greet it when it comes to be
Nothing matters except for shiny silver platters
Maybe to you but that shit never worked for me
Ya circle, then ya come down
But once you're in, you can't get out
In struggle you cover and can't fly
With regret I watch you slowly die...
It doesn't matter - I wave my hands and they all scatter
Flies in the batter - they take the rise out of my cake
It doesn't matter - I've eaten shit that's gone much flatter
Flies in the batter - I let them in - it's my mistake
It's my mistake…
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2. |
Lost
03:34
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Somewhere in the forest
I took a break to take my sweet time
Alone in the forest
A man laid himself down to die
Don't know if I ever made it out
Or if the day just turned to night
Had I found up was down
So lost I crossed to the other side
I dug my name in the dirt
Placed below it the date of my birth
The Earth wore my epitaph, it read:
"We make plans, and God laughs."
We make plans - God laughs.
God laughs - we ask why
Alone in the forest
A man laid himself down to die.
*
2nd verse - truth is my curse
Words carry like the buried from the hearse
We make plans - God laughs.
Naked on paths that turn to broken glass
And God laughs - we ask why
But no one hears above the wind as she slips through the trees
Footprints in blood behind me
A man lays down and he sleeps.
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3. |
Raygun
04:11
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Gonna shoot ya - with my raygun
Comin' at ya - nowhere to run
She treads in blindness - shy silhouette hides, and shadows run from ya
I'm so loaded - and I, I want ya
Gonna shoot ya - yeah
I think we're gonna blow - look out...
Gonna shoot ya - with my raygun
Comin' at ya - nowhere to run - here I come
She waits in silence - she invites me
On full blast now - can't stop firin'
Gonna shoot ya - look out
We're gonna blow - gonna get ya good
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4. |
Hole In the Sky
00:51
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5. |
Children Of Sierra Leone
04:16
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6. |
Don Pardo Pimpwagon
04:26
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7. |
Legend Of Van Cleef
03:35
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8. |
Guitars SUCK
03:15
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9. |
Hall Of Souls
01:32
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10. |
Top Of the World
04:02
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A little girl up on a ledge
Lookin' down from on top of the world
Ready to take a step into waiting arms
To hold her as her body falls
There's a little girl lost
Somewhere on top of the world
She wants to lay her head on a pillow of clouds
And pull a blanket of sky over her head
The world spinnin' and crashin' into her all the time
But this time (it's her instead)
Standin' on the edge
Lookin' down from on top of the world
SOLO 1 (Ron 'Bumblefoot' Thal)
She says goodbye to all the beautiful things
And closes her eyes and listens
To the water passing under the bridge - reminds her
Of the whisper of a man she was once missin'
Only in the past will time forever last
And she's gonna fly (Dweezil now say goodbye...)
SOLO 2 (Dweezil Zappa)
Little girl up on a ledge
Lookin' down from on top of the world
She steps forward
And her breath connects to the sky as her body curls
She smiles as all wishes are granted - to fly
Like she does in that recurring dream.
Free.
Collision.
Shock.
She shatters, opens, becomes the river.
But for a moment, she was on top of the world.
She ends.
Like a song, we end.
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11. |
R2
02:50
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12. |
Time
04:48
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I thought I could find my reflection off the inside of a blind eye
But all I had to go by were the lying images
Breaking with the fading ripples of time
I can only give what I got
But all I have is what I wanna see
So you can ask for anything
But I can't give an invisible piece of me
Like a mask - the inside is the opposite face from the outside
And the tougher the skin, or the brighter the grin,
The more we shelter from the world - or maybe just from ourselves
So when ya pulled the trigger, thought it made ya bigger
Only from where you can see
Ya think the bitter cold is being bold
But all y'are is frightened of your own humanity
Half my friends are dead
The other half are living off their piece of borrowed time
All I can do is pray for you
And hope you seek out what ya need to find:
Time
Ya killed time
Ya got time
Now it's your time
And ya gotta find a way to stop time
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14. |
Lost (Instrumental)
03:36
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15. |
Raygun (Instrumental)
04:13
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17. |
Time (Instrumental)
04:14
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I can't believe it - uh - why didn't I ever leave it?
The situation went from bad to worse to s***.
There was nothing I can do - the power of 1 can only come from 2
But you can't break me - you're fake and you can't handle it
Yeah, it doesn't matter - another fly in the batter
Ya don't matter - swatting flies…
It doesn't matter - I wave my hands and they all scatter
Flies in the batter - they take the rise out of my cake
It doesn't matter - I've eaten s*** that's gone much flatter
Flies in the batter - I let them in - it's my mistake
Ya circle, then ya come down
But once you're in, you can't get out
In struggle you cover and can't fly
With regret I watch you slowly die...
No I ain't cryin' - just cleansin' myself of the lyin'
Anger's inspirin' - I greet it when it comes to be
Nothing matters except for shiny silver platters
Maybe to you but that s*** never worked for me
Ya circle, then ya come down
But once you're in, you can't get out
In struggle you cover and can't fly
With regret I watch you slowly die...
It doesn't matter - I wave my hands and they all scatter
Flies in the batter - they take the rise out of my cake
It doesn't matter - I've eaten s*** that's gone much flatter
Flies in the batter - I let them in - it's my mistake
It's my mistake…
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Bumblefoot New Brunswick, New Jersey
Ron 'Bumblefoot' Thal is an award-winning vocalist, songwriter, producer and world-renowned guitar virtuoso, with over 25
years of releasing music, playing international festivals and headlining tours, and gracing magazine covers as a solo artist.
Bumblefoot is a member of the bands ASIA and SONS OF APOLLO, and former member of Art Of Anarchy (2011 – 2017) and Guns N' Roses (2006 – 2014).
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