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The Skulx

by The Skulx

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Cleo
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Cleo real dope love it Favorite track: Different Breed.
Nick
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Nick Amazing album! Have been a fan of Foxy Shazam for a few years now, and this is a wonderful solo/spinoff project from Alex and other guys from the band Cadaver Dogs. They don't make rock albums like this anymore! If you like Foxy, you'll love this (Eric Nally, lead singer of Foxy Shazam, even makes a couple guest appearances). Some wonderful rock anthems on here: I particularly like "Different Breed", "Big Bam", and "Cool Cool Breeze"! Will be listening to this one for a while. Favorite track: Cool Cool Breeze.
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They sat me down like its due process A step out of the box was one over the line Why can’t I be more apathetic? I should just try that on for a size They’re gonna try to break you down Show em where to go The world’s got room, so do what you do Do what you do Well they ruled me out of order They say that balance is what’s best for their design It’s not so bad to be defective Well at least I have something to call mine They’re gonna take your all Show em you’re not small The world’s got room, so do what you do They’re gonna try to break you Set you on fire Just do what you do They’re gonna wanna hate you Don’t give em that Just do what you do
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They used to be just like you can you dig it? Now you want to be them too? I can’t believe it Pack yo bags kids, They gonna take us where we wanna go You’re gonna like who you are suckin’ on stars They got that sugar that makes us groove Not satisfied from the start? Try suckin’ on stars They got that sugar that makes us groove Don’t you worry about where you’re from Just forget it! Take a spoonful of this candy dream Your future’s screaming! So tired of trying to make it Unwrap somebody else and fake it Now don’t be yourself that’s ancient We got GaGa on sale You’ll take it
3.
She ain’t no bunny from a grotto She got her own bravado That I’d like to share And in the darkest bar of hollow I slowly start to follow her anywhere Never needed what you wanted What you wanted came for free Never knowing what you got Cause what you got is trickery Never needing anybody when everybody wants a piece Don’t you lie to me You’re a different breed She don’t look like she could (She look better) She don’t smell like she should (She smell better) And in the darkest bar of hollow I slowly start to follow her anywhere Kiss me I need a warning
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Every little bit helps to take away all the pain Every little hit helps to take away everything I’m sliding side, hipping right You know, that ole jukebox move Every little shift helps me fall back into a groove How many miles is it up there? How many skies do ya see? It’s funny how you’re still sitting here Maybe next time you go you’ll leave I guess we’ll just have to wait and see… Every little sip helps to keep the room on its toes Every little rip helps him peek inside what we know He’s sliding down, skipping time You know, that ole jukebox move Every little bit takes him further away from you How many miles is it up there? How many skies do ya see? It’s funny how you’re still sitting here Maybe next time you go you’ll leave I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…
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Big Bam 03:17
Boom! Big Bam! He plays a boom boom boom Big Bam, swamp rock man In Big Swamp out at Cape Girardeau There lives a man who watches old Yank’s games in an El Dorado His family line traces back to the Sultan of Swat But the only bat he’s got is a beat up Washburn Martin So he strings her up tight Outta the park every night you hear-a Boom! Big Bam! He plays a boom boom boom Big Bam, swamp rock man Every chord soars, rising past the mountains When his blues meet sky notes slip right into heaven There ain’t a man who swings as hard or hits a chord like it’s his last Just Big Bam and his slugger Washburn Martin
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Loved a little too hard, I broke Little too much pride in cheek to swallow, so I choke Now I’m sitting here waiting for the blues till I turn grey Today’s no lucky day There ain’t no lucky days Not anymore Sittin’ on my ass like a dope Thinking "If these changes try to move me, well, I won’t!" But if you live love long, you know the game So I opened up the pane to start it all again Gonna let that cool cool breeze bring me on back to my feet Let the cool breeze drift away my tears Let the cool cool breeze bring me on back to my feet
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Throw a wrench Throw your shrink Throw the whole damn kitchen sink in It ain’t gonna fill the hole in your heart Throw a fit Put up a fight But when your swollen eyes see the sunlight You’re still gonna have that hole in your heart So much time, and it goes by And you’re mighty sick of climbing, I know I’ll throw a line, hold tight I’mma pull ya up and we’ll fix it right We’re gonna patch that hole in your heart Drop a dime Do some time You’ll be deeper down when you do find It ain’t gonna fill the hole in your heart Break a leg Knock on wood Throw all the luck ya got it won’t do no good You’re still gonna have that hole in your heart So much time, and it goes by And you’re mighty sick of climbing, I know I’ll throw a line, hold tight I’mma pull ya up and we’ll fix it right We’re gonna patch that hole in your heart
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Nowhere 04:14
Because my car don’t have tires (It doesn’t get me nowhere) Because at work I’m no liar (It doesn’t get me nowhere) Thought I’d write a song but it ain’t helping either It doesn’t get me When all your days are holidays Something must be wrong Doesn’t get me nowhere I found a strut to my rut (It doesn’t get me nowhere) Skipping stones round the rim of a bottomless cup (It doesn’t get me nowhere) And if I should fall in, you know where to pick me up When all your days are holidays Something must be wrong Doesn’t get me nowhere Nobody wants to meet my gaze The stink of desperation’s coming off me in waves And I got one damn dozen excuses for you I’ll be popping em off like a slinger in duel When all your days are holidays Something must be wrong Something must be wrong

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released December 31, 2015

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