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As He Falls
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As He Falls
The Oliver Moore Band
He takes his passion to a water
His amplified ambition, Is to watch the feeling drown
Scattered writings filled with tongue depressant rhymes
Are screaming as they float
Singing, as they die
And when he looks into a water
His super flappy ancillary ways are not his own
I've given in he cries and though he's not a coward
He screams as he floats
Singing, as he falls.
I'm giving in, watch him as he falls
I've given in, watch him as he falls
An irritation in it all is all it is.
He takes his passion to a water
His super flappy ancillary ways are not his own
Scattered writings filled with tongue depressant rhymes
He screams as he floats Singing, as he falls.
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Sense of Wonder
03:11
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I’ve got a wife in the middle and she’s holding tight and I can’t breathe
I’ve got a lady on the side and it’s all right, by me
Between the job, the kids the dog, I feel I’m going under
But I’ve got me, a sense of wonder
I met a man in Tijuana who had promised me a new years eve
I woke up in Ensenada with missing kidney, swollen knees
As I hitched my way home, my limp betrayed my blunder
But I’ve got me a sense of wonder
Curse my stars and pray for rain, pray for thunder
I hold my head up to the falling rain
Hold me down, stand my ground and kick me under
I’ve got my own sense of wonder
I accidentally gouged the iris of my eye with a bowie knife
I’ve held my breath about a thousand times in the hopes of ending life
And did you know that with a thumbtack under the fleshy side of your little own pinky nail, you will buckle under
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So Was LIfe
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My bones, seem to simmer
My years are the water
In my youth they would boil, round the bone.
My eyes, tend to close
My skin with its folds
In my youth, as my eyes saw, I had sown
Hold me down, and let glimpses of lights in the sky show me around
So is life.
This place in the heavens is fine but, so was life
So was life.
This place among family and friends is just fine but, so was life
So was life.
Under my skin, under my bones, under my life.
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I Belong
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I, once laid a man....that I met at a bus stop
and once, in southern california I lied to a traffic cop
Yes, I've had my spills, too many little white ten milligram sleeping pills
but insomnia keeps me from dreaming of africa
I've killed and I've bled and I've farted and sped
and the dead are still dead but still waiting for my life to end
and I never believed, I'd live this long
but you, whomever you are, relieve me my doubt, no matter my scar, that I belong
my judicial review after ol' mogadishu
had left me alone with no money or home..the rap was untrue
And I, once couldn't catch all of my breath, my throat tube was killing me, paralyzed and death to me
seemed, like maybe that butcher knife inside of me, wasn't quite worth it..not in the least bit.
strung out on cheetos, doritos and meth
I've killed myself three times I think just by holding my breath
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Deep Grave
02:34
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Deep Grave, can you lend a shovel my way
enslaved, that's the term they use for those buried with me.
But that's not me,
I'll claw myself a tunnel as I make my way back home
scrambling over bodies in the dark, of those, like me
who fail to find their shovel
even in the blinding power of your light.
Just Breath, I think I see the sun above
Dont shove,I think there's someone down here tugging on my sleeve
I'm having trouble breaking free,
scrambling over bodies in the dark of those like me
who failed to find their shovel in the dark and those like me.
Are reaching up and what I thought was fear they're only,
Lifting up the other strung out bodies, helping me and so I
reach up and lift the man below me.
and find I'm free
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Beer Police
01:14
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My Brother would hide my beer and hear my stories of the war
3rd battalion 1st mar div Unites States Marine Corps.
When I was done a weeping and the tears had stopped to flow
My brother in law would stand and say, this is what I know
Sit down, shut up, stop your drinking baby let it go
Oh, brother let it go
Rehab’s where you’re going boy, now who’s your HMO
Oh, brother let’s go.
My brother would water flowers with the Cuervo from my stash
Don’t be driving to the market give me all your petty cash.
I’d flash a grin to my next of kin and shrug that I’m bone dry
But his nose was like a bloodhound on the hunt for my supply.
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Parable
03:42
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Funny little white man stranded naked on the shore
his lips are curled, his brows are furled he knows the score
a dozen years ago the bottle, brought him to this place
He’s celebrating 30 days, he thanks the lord and shares his grace
He's got the mamba
one more chance at life
he's got the mamba
he knows he's got one more chance at life
I'll give it all I’ve got, he says
for just one day
I'm cold I’m tired
In a good way
I’ll make it on my own
I’m not alone
Anything you ask of me is yours
Oh lord please, throw a line my way.
He spots an angry little storm cloud passing overhead
His lips are cracked, his skin is parched, his eyes are red
But he’s sober now and no angry cloud
Is gonna bring him down, take him from this place.
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Her
02:30
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"Her"
The Oliver Moore Band
ALBUM: Learn to Shine
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She leaves a manic supercilious pleasing ease
Unattainable fallacious needs
And when she listens
She derives relieve
She derives relieve
Her initial intuition rarely leads her wrong
And she plays, a pampered con
And of her prudence
It wanders on
She leaves a margin for my manner
An eerie meditative influence on my soul
I know, this shy and lingering,
likely, listless
Time of living, I am on will never
See another one like her.
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Finally, I heard I Eva start to speak
Lustfully, you damn well better strip you freak
And come now to my arms, you can’t resist my charms
But eventually, you will come to cherish me.
Don’t be so, hostile…and make it quick now, I’m fertile.
Come to bed My Love and treasure me
And close my wooden shutters tight, before you leave
Trace my gaze up to Niburu’s wake
While my sweetness laps your silly chase
Ask my, permission before you go
And show me your plans to change
The minute you hit the road
I will change.
Finally, I pawned my life away And all I wanted was Eve.But eventually, resentments faded and The present moment was my friend.
A long, long time ago, I gave you up my friend. Ironically, I still find you turn me on.
Don’t be so, hostile…and make it quick now, I’m fertile.
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10. |
Fine Fine Fine
03:36
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She cries, that son of a bitch, just won’t die
She’s on her 23rd tequila, no salt, no lime.
Under her bones
The blue Agave worm is still alive
But that’s fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine.
He groans, my blood is spilling out over the ground
How’d she ever catch me sleeping around
Hold me kiss me
Before the blade hits bone, as it’s twisting
But he’s fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine.
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine
She comes a back around cursing the name of the lord
Swinging that Swiss made knife like a sword
Under her bones
She wraps his bloody neck with a phone cord
Hold on, let your jacks show
All in and on the flop watch your Stacks go
Try to hit your gutshot straight
And make your Table stake
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Fudd's Lament
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Hey, he said name is bunny
I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!
And I, got a little bit of worry
You see, I’m, all out of tea and
I’m expecting company by the old oak tree
And the cleaners still have my tails.
And this dusty trail is a long way from home.
Can you find the kindness in your heart?
Can you spare a turnip from your cart?
I’ve been living on brambles
The rabbit hole’s in shambles
Can you find the kindness in your heart?
Hey, I said…it’s kind of funny
See I too am hopping the trail and quite far from home.
And you, you probably shouldn’t worry
You see, my kids don’t eat for free
And I’m expecting another so the wife gets mean
And the pantry’s bare as hell
And though small your meaty bones will do quite well.
Can’t you see the weakness in my heart?
Shake a leg and hop up in my cart
You’ll feed my dirt grimed children
Don’t make me out for the villain
Can you see the hunger in my heart?
So if our souls do cross again
You’ll know the tale of hungry men
Prowling round while wearing tales of all the hares they found.
Oooo I’m going to cook your little bunnies too
I’ve got you now, your wabbit stew
Can’t you see the weakness in my heart?
Bang Bang, your blown apart
This here’s my rabbit shotgun
One bullet left and it’s a good one
Can you see the hunger in my heart?
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12. |
I Am Beautiful
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He only smiled, and came inside
I've, got another date in five
I've got to go now
Have a pleasant drive
Cause you know that, know that you are beautiful
Cause you know your a truly beautiful girl inside
She only smiled, and let him come inside
Rolling eyes
Drift to sleep
On a lousy day for leaving the wife
I can't believe, no wait, don't you dare breeze me by
Cause you know that I'm beautiful
Cause you know I'm a truly beautiful girl inside
Oh, and I'm holding on
Oh, and your holding on
Oh and I'm holding on
For you
Five past five and he is still inside
To rather convince her
She's not to be brushed aside
I've never known
True Love
So all in good time
And she smiled just to show him how wonderful
Boy you know, you know that I'm beautiful
and if you get yours man, at least, at least i'll get mine
Oh, and I'm holding on
Oh, and your holding on
Oh and I'm holding on
For you
La, La, La...for you
Oh, and I'm holding on
Oh, and your holding on
Oh and I'm holding on
For you
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13. |
St. Peter's Lies
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It’s slipping away
I keep my own time and hold my own but my breath is running thin
It’s slipping away
My only rope is frayed by weight alone, will you notify my, next of kin
Can you remember most of life?
Can you recall what life was like?
Hark back, think of, recollect and try to
Re-commemorate your guise
St. Peters lies.
Nothing wrong
There is nothing wrong for leaving quite so soon, just to pick a bone.
It’s coming to be
When I leave this world let the men I’ve wronged, speak for me.
Gonna pick a little bone with, St Peters lies.
I doubt his conception forthwith, St Peters lies
Will he, when I’m, done with, reprise his?
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14. |
She Got Me Right
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She wears her dirty jeans down low
Her leather belt is just for show
Her bottom bells are scraping ground
I can't believe she's never been found
She said Hold Me, Wrap me up tight
Her Stark white Blonde Hair
Has got me right
Her tomboy legs are bruised and sore
From spending summers on the river shore
She Never passes on a serving of cheese fries
Everlasting beauty in these eyes
She said Hold Me, Wrap me up tight
Her Stark white Blonde Hair
Has got me right
My Mamma told me, To befriend, To be friends with the Germans
My Mamma told me, To befriend, Befriend the high class
So you see I met this girl of my dreams
And how she seems
Just, Just like my Mamma
Just, Just like my Mamma
Dirty Jeans down low
Just, Just like my Mamma
Leather belt for show
Just, Just like my Mamma
Rather impulsive and ready to go
And she got me right
Her eyes are green when in a lazy mood
When a tiny bit naughty they fade to blue, now
White belly showing Junior Mint T-Shirt
She said Hold Me, Wrap me up tight
Her Stark white Blonde Hair
Has got me right
Got me right
Just, Just like my Mamma
Dirty Jeans down low
Just, Just like my Mamma
Leather belt for show
Just, Just like my Mamma
Rather impulsive and ready to go
And she got me right
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Answer to Why
03:27
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Every great once in a while
I begin to fall a bit behind
So I leave early, now I'm leaving
And believing I'm the only lonely
One who knows the answer to why
Under white linen sheets
A mother lies, a mother to be
And as she grinds her teeth
She names the boy and
Holds the boy and says
This is my boy, my answer to why
See the boy under the cover of another room
Dirty hair
Dirty jeans
Dirty life
Dirty soul
Holding his needle high
He says, with wide eyed delusion
This is my answer to why
I fall behind
That is my answer to why
This is my boy
My answer to why
Wide eyed delusion
My answer to why
I've got religion, it's sitting on the newspaper page
And I fall behind, falling on the newspaper page
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16. |
Never Fear Again
03:27
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Yesterday is a memory
tomorrow will never come
I've spent my time so foolishly
The moment's never fun
to live my life a selfish man
ego fear and pride
i'll chew you up and spit you out
take you for a ride
But I feel, the bottom rising up
and I think, I'm going to drown
my mind is screaming
but my voice wont make a sound
I've finally reached a breaking point
self-pity and despair
I've not choice but to surrender my life and beg repair
I'm tired of this life I lead
Misery and pain
since I turned my life to you it hasn't been the same
I don't know what you will do with me it seems a little strange
but I know if I can let you go, I'll never fear again
no i'll never fear again
the days have started piling up
this gift to me is grand
I can't believe i'm doing this
i'm finally a man
as the days unfold for me
the miracle it seems
I couldn't imagine a life like this
not even in my dreams
sometimes I feel
i don't deserve
this gift, I should repay
though I put my love and trust
in you, and give it
give it all away
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The Oliver Moore Band Salt Lake City, Utah
The Oliver Moore Band relies on dark unique messages buried within it's content while snaring you with it's
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When defining "tOMB's" genre, be warned: At first listen you might think that your toes are tapping to a corporate backed, non-political\religious\profane infectious pop tune. You would be wrong. tOMB's lyrics have bite and every melody demands your acknowledgement of it's balls.
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