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My Propeller
03:17
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if you can summon the strength, tow me
i can't hold down the urgency
you've got to make your descent, slowly
and oil up those sticky keys
coax me out my low
and have a spin of my propeller
it's a necessary evil
no cause for emergency
borrowed the beak off a bald eagle
oh, momentary synergy
coax me out my low
sink into tomorrow
coax me out my low
and have a spin of my propeller
my propeller won't spin
and i can't get it started on my own
when are you arriving?
my propeller won't spin
and i can't get it started on my own
when are you arriving?
my propeller won't spin
and i can't get it started on my own
when are you arriving?
my propeller...
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Red Right Hand
04:14
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take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks
where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom, as it shifts, and cracks
where secrets lie in the border fires, and the humming wires
well, you know you're never coming back
past the square
past the bridge
past the mills
past the stacks
on a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat
with a red right hand
he'll wrap you in his arms and tell ya that you've been a good boy
he'll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destory
he'll reach deep in the hole, heal your shrinking soul
and there won't be a single thing that you can do
he's a god
he's a man
he's a ghost
he's a guru
they're whispering his name 'cross this disappearing land
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
you don't have no money? he'll get you some
if you haven't got no car, he'll get you one
you've got no self-respect, you feel like an insect
well, don't you worry, buddy, 'cause here he comes
through the ghetto and the barrows
and the Bowery, and the slums
a shadow is cast, wherever he stands
stacks of green paper
in his red right hand
you'll see in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
he'll appear out of nowhere
but he's not what he seems
you'll see him in your head and on the TV screen
hey buddy, i'm warning you to turn it off
he's a ghost
he's a god
he's a man
he's a guru
you're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed
by his red right hand
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I Haven't Got My Strange
01:33
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when i got back from fixing my hair
you were directing the traffic
letting your stories slip on the snow
as if the transmission was automatic
it's arguable that i shouldn't've been there
it was fortunate timing
i had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat
and my love dropped into the lining
(have you got your strange?)
not on me
i haven't got my strange
(have you got your strange?)
not on me
you can't sleep 'til you sat on the steps to weep
'til you feel like you've wept, yeah
(as long as you don't forget your strange)
(have you got your strange?)
no, not on me
i haven't got my strange
(have you got your strange?)
not on me
i haven't got my strange
i better fetch my strange
i haven't got my strange
i haven't got my strange
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Schillaci Death Stare London, UK
Schillaci Death Stare was formed as an idea/one-man-band. Lead single 'Hotbox Shed Blues' was the opening track on the now
lost debut EP 'Whiskey Is £24, But I Still Party Like It's £19.99', released in April 2016. The track was subsequently re-recorded for the second EP, 'Shock Anonymous' and accompanied with a new video in October 2019.
A single is due to be released in April 2022.
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