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Meserole Blues

by SUPERBLONDE

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RonnieL4000 Ron: Been Rambin is blues and rock convergence; nice construction.... Favorite track: Been Ramblin'.
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1.
Old Bones 02:19
When I was a young boy I played with bugs in the backyard. Now I am a grown man and pin all my friends to the glass. Old bones may be brittle but little do they break the cold skin. Down the rabbit hole for lies I sold to sell myself on stories told from other people's mouths.
2.
Shut up. Your opinions don’t mean everything. Wake up or keep it to yourself. Sit down. Quit standing on an empty box. I’m done listening to your thoughts. Proud to fall on your sword. Proud to call your friends cowards. Proud to feel. Proud to fight. Know you’re wrong but think you’re right. Your opinions don’t mean anything. Wake up or keep it to yourself. Scared to fail. Turn your cheek. Afraid failure means you're weak. Scared to think that you’re not right. Know you’re wrong. Your opinions don’t mean anything. Shut up and keep it to yourself.
3.
Modern dancer. Ancient stage. Secret actor. Gilded cage. Tortured singer. Tired crowd. War-torn player, take your bow.  So I say, "Baby, you got a light? Alright! Yeah! Let's throw some fire in the night. Yeah! Come on and light my last dynamite. Alright! Yeah! Let’s burn this place down tonight. Yeah." Not every turkey goes cold when it’s cooking in Hell but I know it smells moldy from the kitchen of my prison hotel. I guess I’m used to eating crow that I found on a street in the sky. I’ll keep feeding my birds to the pigs I intended to fly.  I bid you farewell with a wink and a smile. Goodbye and so long. I’ll be gone a while. When all’s said and done it’s not fun anymore. I wish I could tell you I wasn't bored. Oh well. It’s time to cut this chord.  I’m ending this in A way.
4.
Hot off depression and frozen in time I’m going through the motions past my prime, stuck in a dead end backward direction, kicking and screaming for no reason. Soured by the limelight, sweetened by dreams of a quiet life, I'm lost on this coast, but I’m not a ghost, just at peace at last. At least I'm not a ghost. Not yet, but I wanted it. I did. Maybe wanting it did me in. (I’m not a ghost.)
5.
I’ve been around and seen this old town turn into an abomination. I’ve been around. There's no second chances when you come in last place. There's no accountability. No exception to your golden rule. No familiarity in the faces of strangers. No lasting relationships worth saving. No regrets. No hard feelings. As you wave goodbye, you remember the sidewalks you paced on those long nights racing about trying to figure out your reasons why you came to this conclusion yourself.
6.
Farvel Nu 01:48
I’ve cornered every market of every captured thought to say something important to those who soon forgot that I broke every promise ever made in a moment's notice to justify my motive and motivate me to move on.
7.
Vingt Trois 02:08
The number of my beast is 23. It's when I cease to exist. Red letter days ahead. I cut my wrist and I'm free to bleed at last. But what I fear is I was wrong before and I’ll be wrong again but won’t defend myself against a friend that bends their tongues to turn the tides amongst the ones who idle here pretending not to disappear. It’s what I fear. That I was wrong and I’ve been wronged. My head is leveled, heart is stoned, hammered, dethroned. I'm all alone and scared to death. 
8.
Big Bodega 05:10
Leave me alone by giving me time to buy some peace for myself and pay for my crimes. I'm taking a break from making mistakes. I’m coming full circle pushing daisies for you.  Stop. Drop dead. I want some room to live in my tomb and play dead for a while until the silence consumes me. Right now I'm a child wild in the womb of the world lonely and choking myself with the umbilical cord.  I’m losing what’s left of my myself on this mountain. My bruises paint a picture of imperfection. I fade from black to blue. I made it back to you.  What does it mean? 

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Tracked at Danbro Studios in Brooklyn, NY. Initial mixing by Alex Hornbake. Additional mixing by Superblonde. Mastered by Alex Hornbake. Original photo taken by Kristin Langdon.

© 2020 Superblonde

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released October 23, 2020

Alex Hornbake - Bass/Vocals
Jason Crawford - Drums/Percussion/Keys
Ryan Richardson - Vocals/Guitars

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