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HuH - Scapegoat (2020)

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1.
Scapegoat 05:26
To be a man hold your head up high And show your face Let the world know what you’re feeling Put them in their place Pluck your heart out and hold it forth for all the world to see Flesh and blood do make a man And that is reality What is this void, this nothingness, This empty space inside? A place it is for all of us To run and shoot and hide Look into the soul, a blankness stares back A little twist, little turn A loss of reality Oh yeah Watch through the window on a stormy night Reflection stares back, misshapen by fright It’s reality I know Reflection does resemble me In its shape and form But it lacks real depth, I see Like shadows in a storm At the scapegoat’s eyes, a backwards stare With hope to find more But all I see is a thousand me’s Like crystals on the floor This space, this void, this nothingness This emptiness within This place, its name is cowardice And it goes without amend Look into the soul, a blankness stares back A little twist, little turn A loss of reality Oh yeah Watch through a window on a stormy night Reflection stares back misshapen by fright It’s reality I know (Stephen Fry:) *You cannot conceive of such a thing as the future. Life is so black, you cannot imagine a tomorrow. Just, everything is just awful--your energy is slow, and there's nothing possible in life.* This space, this void, this nothingness This emptiness within This place, its name is cowardice And it goes without amend Look into the soul, a blankness stares back A little twist, little turn A loss of reality Oh yeah Watch through a window on a stormy night Reflection stares back, reflection of fright It’s reality I know (Stephen Fry:) *It is not just, "oh," (snaps fingers) "snap out of it!" You know? "Things will get better. Look on the bright side!" It is an illness. It is a real, physical descent of something quite terrible.* Look into the soul, a blankness stares back A little twist, little turn A loss of reality Oh yeah Watch through a window on a stormy night Reflection stares back, reflection of fright It’s reality I know © Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney. All rights reserved.
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Pressure 03:39
3.
Round We Go 05:51
I reach out beyond the norm Pose a thought in question form I question why there's nothing more to say I question why there's nothing more to say "Hello there, fair friend. How is your soul today?" Ask again, expect an answer back "The only word is God's!" So your answers lack The way is mine, my path to find Your kind do not control my mind "God's not for prying eyes! Do not question us! Burn in hell, the masses cry, you will! Heretical! God's not for prying eyes! Do not question us! Don't question our Holy God, lest your soul fall ill!" It's just a question Nothing more What's all the preach and persuasion for? He may be great and yes he may be good "He is our Holy Man!" But I question why I am not at his right hand The way is mine My path not yours to find "Look, all around you see is God and God's great kind." Despite your faith you can't control my mind "DEMON SPAWN!" the preacher presses on "We damn your soul to hell!" And you might as well I do not believe the place exists The way I think My path, your miss The congregation cries to stone me dead The preacher justifies they break my head I sought beyond the norm A thought in question form... © Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney (1967-2014). All rights reserved.
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Scratch 04:24
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The Ride 05:59
Ever have one of those times Where it builds up inside and you Slowly lose your mind? Thought that you played your part But the shadows start and you Slide into the dark Ask for a helping hand But there's only sand; you're a Stranger to the land Sure, this is a good time Hop on in if you like I don't even know why But we're along for the Caught up in a spiral dance You take a chance and you Fall into the trance Gone to a world of dreams There's no in-betweens, and Nothing is what it seems Surrounded by a blinding light There was no one in sight, so you Fade into the night Sure, this is a good time Hop on in if you like I don't even know why But we're along for the ride Sure, this is a good time Hop on in if you like I don't even know why But we're along for the Lyrics © 2017, Casey Flynn Sweeney
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Yesterday I got word A divine message from the Lord A personal invitation addressed to me To sit and chat and drink some tea It came to me while I was sittin On the John, engaged in shittin Down came an angel dressed in white Inviting me tomorrow night Jesus threw a party Told me to be there Warned be don't be tardy And to say a prayer Not a single hottie But his men were there Around his golden chair Jesus threw a party Asked me to be there He warned be don't be tardy And to say a prayer Not a single hottie But his men were there Around his golden chair Jesus threw a party Told me to be there He warned be don't be tardy And to say a prayer Not a single hottie But his men were there Around his golden chair Well, I jumped up really fast Like I had a firecracker in my ass I was so excited I began to see It splashed off the wall and all over me I had to find some clothes to wear And brush my matted mop of hair I got ready as fast as I could I didn't want Jesus to be in a bad mood Jesus' joint, it looked real spiffy The angel told me to wait a jiffy Up came the Lord looking slick as a goose He shook my hand and cut one loose "Stepped on a frog,” he said real fast While a big green cloud floated out of his ass The party was lame, there wasn't no beer And I really do think that Jesus is queer Jesus threw a party Asked me to be there In spirit and in body Said he liked my hair A grail of terracotty And a vacant stare Tea bags everywhere Jesus threw a party Asked me to be there In spirit and in body Said he liked my hair A grail of terracotty And a vacant stare Tea bags everywhere Jesus threw a party Told me to be there He warned be don't be tardy And to say a prayer Not a single hottie But his men were there Around his golden chair Jesus threw a party Asked me to be there In spirit and in body Said he liked my hair A grail of terracotty And a vacant stare Tea bags everywhere © Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney All rights reserved.
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Dream Tower 06:38
We turn on the TV Watch someone die Hate and brutality become the day We say we care Yet we don't cry Why does society feel this way? The past was filled with sunny days And promising starry nights So odd how fast it’s changed Just yesterday the grass was green This is so very strange We live in fear Of everyone else Our hearts are numb to the plight of our world Strong is our spite Yet weak our pulse We sit back and relax as evil unfurls Maybe this is just illusion Maybe it's just me Hope to live to see the day This stormy winter ends To see the black snow melt away I walk through the sand dunes That gleam with a black sheen Everything looks so scary But I cannot scream We're trapped in this slumber world Living inside our own heads Can we escape from this nightmare Is this it Are we dead? Our feelings are numb Our morals are black What we don't realize, this anger and pain A generation Raised on hate Spread its black wings and takes to the night Maybe this is just illusion Maybe it's just me But this fiery weather and near demise Will come to pass as soon as we together rise Lyrics © Daniel Patrick Sweeney Music © 2020, Casey F. Sweeney and Philip L. Thompson
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Underlying Theme (free) 05:42

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HuH's third album, featuring lyrics written by Dan Sweeney.

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released June 26, 2020

© Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney and Casey Flynn Sweeney.
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