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"Dead Roads" LP

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1.
Electric Chair Blues 03:29
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Their lies entwined around me Like these straps across my arms and chest They said I killed a man in cold blood Just to watch him take his last breath Oh lord oh lord what am I gonna do Got me a bad, bad case of the electric chair blues I never knew my mother or father I was raised by my uncle Kes down by dead boy creak They said I had my mothers eyes And my daddy's mean streak At my Baptism the priest said I was born to lose Got me a bad, bad case of the electric chair blues I got my first tattoo aged seven A deaths head on my shooting hand At 12 I was hustling at poker At 13 I killed my first man Now I'm sat in this cell still only 22 With a bad, bad case of the electric chair blues They had already condemned me Before I even took the stand I spat on their goddam bible Said you're gonna fry the wrong man The judge he said son you're gonna have to pay your dues Gave me a terminal case of the electric chair blues
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Little Rivers 05:21
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You came to me that dark night Between waking and a dream Your teeth so sharp and white Gesticulating so obscene You bit my bottom lip As I ran my fingers through your hair You drew a pentagram in my blood We were floating in the air Little rivers You slithered round me like a snake Your body made of opium smoke I was your willing prey Your hands moved through me like a ghost I moved in you as you moved in me The smell of brimstone filled the air And as my body burst into flames I looked round and you weren't there Little rivers
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The Crying Gun 10:01
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Sharing a needle In the light of the moon Hanging in the China blue Like a voodoo skull Pulled his 38 and Shot a hole right through Blackness poured in And darkened the earth The sky is as thin as paper here I wroted a song upon it a long time ago The crying gun he drys his eyes As he resigns himself to his fate For he knows his time has come Lonesome cowboys with Transparent skin Masturbating on maps To find their destination A honky tonk band playing At the gilded palace of sin Dancing in boots Made from dinosaur hide The sky is as thin as paper here I wroted a song upon it a long time ago The crying gun he drys his eyes As he resigns himself to his fate For he knows his time has come A strung out Cowboy Lands at the end of time In the darkness He hears the stars burning He sheds a single tear as the Circuits in his brain Flicker out like lightning in gray clouds
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Fire Fit Jig 03:46
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The red moon It has risen So bright, so full, so big Blood flower In the dropper As we dance the fire fit jig Got the stone hots Not even morphine Can kill the pain as you take hit after hit You start sweating Then convulsing Now you're dancing the fire fit jig Head is burning With the red fever Like a fire raging behind your eyelids Your bones are shaking Then vibrating Now you're dancing the fire fit jig Shake, shake like a rattle snake
5.
No Tomorrow 07:06
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Boom Boom Boom 03:01
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A red haired boy with a dead white face Boom boom boom Hot jism streaked across the Milky Way Boom boom boom He stands in the wind that blows between two worlds Boom boom boom When you ask death for his name you're already dead And it goes Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom Helpless pieces in the game he plays, on this checkerboard of nights and days The desert sun, red an raw like a bullet hole Boom boom boom Cold insect eyes roll back into his skull Boom boom boom He draws in broken frames, in and out of time Boom boom boom Bang you're dead, now deaths bells chime They go Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom Helpless pieces in the game he plays, on this checkerboard of nights and days Quien es
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Salt Chunk Mary's Place 04:57
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When you're down on your luck With nowhere left to turn I'll see you down at Salt chunk Mary's place When your needle has run dry And you need a few grains Then I'll see you down at Salt chunk Mary's place When you've had a score And you've got something to trade I'll see you down at Salt chunk Mary's place Her no's never means yes The price she names is the one you take I'll see you down at Salt chunk Mary's place When the law is on your tail And you need a place to hide I'll see you down at Salt chunk Mary's place I've traveled all over these western lands No better pork and beans did I ever taste I'll see you down at Salt chunk Mary's place My specialty is erotics The alien's face a light pink colour The fragile shells of other boys Vivid dreams of Venus Naked and obscene Alligator slides into the water - and a snake hanging A good escape route - must randomise symmetry May the dead arise - and smell the incense As a whore in a purple dress - Slit down the sides The crystal skull lights up - With a lambent blue fire He longed for danger and new weapons
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The Wild Fruits Ride Out 04:50
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The Wild Fruits 08:53
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All the queens, Strung out on morphine Naked Alien face and smudged lipstick The ghosts of Cowboys, In dirty jeans All bullet holes and hard dicks And I'm gonna ride, With the wild fruits tonight From Alamut, To Johnsonville Through the red dust, the burning sands The stench of death, In our boots and hair Blowing in on the wind, beyond the western lands And I'm gonna ride, With the wild fruits tonight As the chorus girls kick their kicks And all the junkies fix their fix And all the whores are turning tricks And all the blues men are kicking against the pricks And all the gamblers place their last dimes on a six And the bankers are getting fat like blood bloated ticks And the lawmen realise that they are the real convicts As pharmaceutical companies synthesise new pandemics As the politicians lead us to the apocalypse And the men of faith stare into the abyss And psychiatrists ponder who are the lunatics As all the atoms in the universe begin to split And scientists try to reverse the rules of thermodynamics Imaginary numbers vie for position in the new mathematics And psychic pictograms require new semantics And the earth is now an alien spaceship Gravity is negated defying all known laws of physics New life forms float above the great pyramids An ancient alien race who wrote the future in hieroglyphs Hermaphrodite Gastropods with sexual organs in their larynx And Jesus' blood can no longer heal the sick Alchemists turn all precious metal into plastic And every word ever written swirls in a river of rotten ink Hassan Sabbah unleashes his hashashin The wild fruits shoot out the sun in a hail of bullets And Salt Chunk Mary's drinking moonshine with derelicts And the blind gun is homing in with bat clicks And the priest is giving the last rites to his next hit And the crying gun is weeping as he draws from his hip Joe the dead is splicing embryos creating unimaginable hybrids And Kim's in the circle doing sex magic
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The Place of Dead Roads 04:44
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Moon hangs like a suicide In the black milky wastes Deterioration in old film stock Scenes cut to random frames All dead roads And time back in time Time forward in time And time after time At the place of dead roads Time jumps like a broken typewriter Einstein writes matter into energy A Paris street after the nuclear war A train whistle blows in Saint Louie All dead roads And time back in time Time forward in time And time after time At the place of dead roads A champagne glass of heroin and aconite The sea of silence stretches out without a sound Draws his fingers in a child's game The sky darkens and goes out
11.
Joe the Dead 08:26
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12.
The Last Words of Hassan I Sabbah 08:08
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Psychic Jiu jitsu Digital voodoo Mind control mechanism Hidden in clear view MK ultra Cosa Nostra Alien conspiracy New world order Sex magic ritual Magic circle Foul erections Bubbles in oatmeal Demon evocation Incubus ejaculation Wounds as portals Station to station Death orgasm Cold ectoplasm Predatory organism Nerves in spasm Military industrial complex Genetic defects Cellular mutations Human insects Failed human experiment Biological excrement Superstition glitch Slave gods in the firmament Sperm gun, Metal lungs Brighter than a thousand suns Biological war fare Release the shmunn Symbiotic belief systems Faked crucifixions Virgin Mary sterilisation Language contagions Flexible metal uterus Alien Jesus Religious virus Aborted divine foetus Anatomy of addiction Broken connection Failed human bonding Hive mind affliction Subcutaneous bar codes Faulty encryption codes Internal universe collapse A million suns implode Diseased demon lover The Red fever A Word virus Asymptomatic carrier Hear the Ancient chants Dance the Saint Vitus dance Neural toxins language implants Centipede dreams Virus B23 Pyramid power stations Telluric energy Sorcerers gait, Psychic blade Shake the tectonic plates Cloak of invisibility Soul eviscerate J Robert Oppenheimer Death the destroyer Cold dead look Heavy power Electromagnetic soul Voodoo skull Magnetic waves From a black hole Heroin and aconite Intestinal parasites Blue metal men City's of the red night Telekinesis Move the helpless pieces Venusian migration Space evolution thesis Orgone accumulator Synthetic life incubator Psycho-sexual cathexis Mortido masturbator Parasitic ovipositor Mind controller Kills and eats its host Broken receptors Grimoire futurism High capitalist occultism Profit from chaos State sponsored confusion Talking in tongues, Talking in guns Powerless as the web is spun Satyr larynx fuckers Erotic convulsions Nothing is true Everything is permitted
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The Wild Fruits Ride Out (Reprise) 03:04
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Alternately raucous, desolate, delicate and raw, "Dead Roads" fluently combines elements of folk, electronica and country. Although not a concept album, the songs are all inspired by themes and characters in the William S. Burroughs book, "A Place of Dead Roads".

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released September 3, 2023

Music and vocals - Blair Dean
Additional guitar on "The Place of Dead Roads" - Dan Symmons
Saxophone on "Joe the Dead" and "The Wild Fruits Ride Out (Reprise)" - Phil Thomas
Mastering - Martin Cantwell

Cover Photo - Ric
Cover Design - You Kyoung Jung

For more wet-plate photography from Ric, go to www.instagram.com/foto_studio_argento/

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Terminal 2 Recordings Tokyo, Japan

Terminal 2 Recordings is a showcase for eclectic sounds from Tokyo, London and Portland, Oregon. Established in 2015, it features music from artists including Signal Box, MMA, Lost in a State, Mark R. Heath, Songs of the Sea, Mischievous Giants, Shoko Yoshida, Jupleberries, Sheonator Pseak, Language of the Birds, Low-Velocity Society and Watsona, with a number of guest collaborators. ... more

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