Camel

by The Dirty Rooks

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1.
A-Bomb 04:18
To break the silence, break the ice To break taboo, to pay the price You wanted more than you could bear To see the signals in the air Sat on an A-bomb to keep the pace Shuttered the soul in, a downward face Retired the heirlooms, it’s not her place To decide Her younger sister sits and stares (she’s got a new drug and her friends got theirs) Their every thought laid open bare (they’re bought but she just don’t care) She likes to hide just like her friends (she wants what she can’t defend, yeah) And disavow what’s left to them And when she resurfaces, and her eyes get clear That’s when she knows she’s not an anyone, yeah she’s someone’s anyone Yeah when the needle’s pulled out, of her thirsty veins That’s when she knows she’s not an anyone, yeah she’s someone’s anyone
2.
Gravedigger 03:36
The people get what the people want, and you’ve been getting but you’re still in the hunt Can you tell me what you’re aiming for? You say you feel like you’ve been broke on the wheel, but baby that’s not how you’re meant to feel Isn’t time to retake control (or was it never yours anyway?) Taught to sow the wind you faithfully complied, and now you try to reap the whirlwind as you cry You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, you’re a grave digger, you work your fingers to the bone You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, and the grave you dig’s your own The voice is low, and it’s soothing, and it’s telling you that you can have it all That everything by right to you belongs, do you wonder how deep the conspiracy goes? Another present when the workday is done, do you smile back at the box when it comes? Does it hold you in the palms of its hands? The people want what the people get, and you’ve been getting but you haven’t got there it yet A little bit more and you’re sure it’ll fade (but you know desire doesn’t work that way) It doesn’t reek of class, but stinks of desperation, and in the end you’ve only bought yourself frustration
3.
Well it set my head a’spinnin when I finally gave a listen to the paranoia play out on each and every page What I thought was a sickness turned out to be a sickness We were up here dreaming while you were down there scheming Now all I hear is babble, and it don't mean nothing at all Between heaven and half-built towers, it don’t mean nothing at all Yeah I don’t think I’m gonna dip my toe into that water You’ve got all you boys in, now the well’s been poisoned So little bubble dweller, won’t you come up from mama’s cellar? Yeah, the feel of stinging is just your eyes adjusting Still all I hear is babble, yeah I don’t hear nothing at all Between heaven and half built towers, I don’t hear nothing at all May the truth haunt you, may the truth haunt you All the days of your life We don’t care that toy've you’ve been seething cause, cause we don’t care about fake grievances Yeah, we don’t care you’re nursing injuries, and we won’t let you turn back history And we see through your shallow certainties, and we don’t let you turn back history And we don’t look through credulous eyes, you’re in for a big surprise Sometimes persecution is a sign your doing everything wrong Between heaven and half-built towers, you’re saying nothing at all
4.
Sidewinder 05:11
Spellbinder, sidewinder You're gonna say what you're going to say Deal maker, heart breaker We’re a just a game that you wanted to play? Please excuse my absence It's just I'm in this civil war of ideas So please ignore my eccentricities Should have it won by the end of the year No, I'm on fire like a disease Barely afloat, I'm a boat that will sink like a stone I'm a bone that's been thrown to a wolf pack Watch me come apart at my seams Curse lifter, shapeshifter We know that all you ever wanted was love Coal miner, part-timer Tempting red telephonic death from above Just as dusk is dawn to the night How do I carry on with my fight When my compliments slight? When what's wrong is what's alright? We both already know how this ends Watch as I tie myself to the rack It's a schizoid attack Stuck a blade in my own back I suspect the song has been sung I came from nowhere And I'll be damned if I turn back I see the road before me brightens And behind must fade, and behind must fade…to… I’m on fire like a disease Why have I let you pet me with all of your words? They're absurd, like bluebirds in a whirlwind [volume/tone does not subside here] Losing trust, I can't look away Consolation, Desolation
5.
Cassandra 05:38
A mystery to uncover, a world not made but discovered, waiting for Face to face with no filter, flesh to flesh so familiar, coming toward But it seems if life’s not good enough, we raise the valleys till they’re peaks to become, until they’re all one Something firm and unyielding, unconcerned with my feeling, I can heal (I can heal) Something there to resist me, unmoved by my insisting, makes me real I want what I don’t get to decide, what it is or what it does, I won’t hide, I won’t hide anymore Cassandra, she’s telling us that turning back’s the answer She’s telling us that we should take our chances But it’s easier to slip into the stream Close your eyes, image a wave crashing right behind you Do you realize, the tide’s on the rise and it’s swelling around you? Cassandra, all of us are nodding to each other, and dutifully we’re passing on your answer But none of us have yet to leave the stream, or wake from the dream Cassandra, you say the winds of change will leave us stranded, you said the fattest years are all but ended So won’t you let them just enjoy their streams? She says that we’re the only ones, she says she cannot change the song She says the struggle makes us free, she says it’s how we’re meant to be She says our strength it makes us weak, and in our weakness we have strength She says the struggle makes us free, she says it’s how we’re meant to be Cassandra, we will all be passing on your answer
6.
You run and you run but you never catch up because it just keeps coming and you never give up And you’re so [breaths], and it’s never enough You try to talk, I can’t hear what you say because the red mist falls and I’m miles away I need to [breaths], but there’s no time today So much to do, no time for two, so much for tango So much to see, so much to read, so much for love So much for love, it’s so easy, all you gotta do is say no So much for love, make it easy, s’nothing you don’t already know The devil on my shoulder, is now a devil in my hand How can I fight his tyranny, when he’s put everything on demand? There’s no one else who needs you more, so don’t touch that door And if you stay I promise you won’t be ignored
7.
The setting was perfect, the flowers looked real I’ll give you credit you almost captured the feel An authentic flourish, an artisan’s touch It’s like real tradition, but now we decide when, why, and how much Is it still second nature, if you don’t have a first It’s harder to tell if it’s you or it’s me who’s been cursed But you’ve got a hard-to-believe-in love, you’ve got a hard-to believe-in love You’ve got a hard…hard…hard to believe in love Got some reservations, still got expectations Still got some life left flowing through these veins But what’ll you do, honey, when gone is all that money? When all you’re left with is the blood of stones? The truth is a lion, don’t need to no defense All you gotta do’s set it free, step back, and watch it defend itself But you’ve got a hard-to-believe-in love, you’ve got a hard-to believe-in love You’ve got a hard…hard…hard to believe in love You play your hunch, I pay the cost, you stole the banks and my river got lost And I can’t get ahead of the boss [in unison] You can try if you want but you can’t get ahead of the boss And you’ve got a hard…hard… you’ve got a hard to believe in love Got some reservations, still got expectations Still got some life left pumping through these veins But what’ll you do, honey, when gone is all that money? When all you’re left with is the blood of stones? The truth is a lion, it don’t need no defense All you gotta do is set it free to defend itself
8.
Cyrano 05:01
I could be your Cyrano and you my Nouville And end the speculation that you’re gay You could be my Robert Hunter and I could be your Bob You’d be the crown of thorns around my horns and punch up everything I’ve got to say I could be your shot of bourbon and you could be my Schlitz That little bite that turns your songs to hits Or you could be my silloutt-a and I your Scaramouche You’d be the next of kin, the next one in, when all my little doubts creep up again And eveything’d be so appealing And it won’t be long (no it won’t) till they’re eating from our open hands And when our words fall sweetly back upon our ears I can almost hear them singing, I can almost hear them singing, yeah! You could be my Froto Baggins and I could be your Sam To be there should you need a helping hand Or you could be the devil to whom I could to sell my soul And do what I choose without paying dues and have everything that comes with rock and roll I could be your Patty Boyd and leave you when you’re low So make sure I’ve no better place to go Or you could be my Judas and betray me in the end So, be thankful I’m the kinda guy who’d never let you turn on your best friend
9.
The Sea 06:25
Creaking timbers on a stormy sea Black driving rain all around me Storm clouds are chasing omens Like a mad man grinning Let it rage, let it rage, let it rage Drink a devil's brew from the devil's sea Don't ask me what I expect to sea Another shore another price to pay No matter what, I've just got to say I don't want to go down slow Lord, I said I want to see the harbor light with my own eyes Lord, I want to see my ship come in with the sunrise Been following invisible orders into the moonlight Been following wherever the wind may blow, and it's alright A red sun rises on an empty sea Cold black water like a mirror to me Drink a devil's brew from the devil's hand Black driving wind coming howling wild again I don't want to go down slow

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released August 5, 2020

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