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Meet Me In Cognito

by The Bottom Dollars

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1.
Snakes 04:06
It's a cold clean shot, but its all we've got now, darlin. It's the only ship that's sailing, and its going. Ain't no quick escape, and I hate to say. You better get your gang, Or we ain't getting past the Bronx. Yeah, one shot is all it takes And you'll miss it if you blink. I'm just a torch against the pavement And you're all a bunch of snakes. Said if you've got that bread, then I'll go grab the lineup And you just rest your pretty head before the fights. Let those streetlights paint you, be your only covers, let the parlance of East Harlem say goodnight. Yeah, one shot is all it takes And you'll miss it if you blink. I'm just a torch against the pavement And you're all a bunch of snakes.
2.
Well I’ve got a busted lip I've got a cold black eye, but there’ll be rainclouds hovering on the fourth of July... The Devil he said, “God, I wanna see you cry. Cause we’re just two dogs tonight.” “And I’m a piece of meat, and you’re a bloody knife and I’m just gonna go bad unless you bite down and slice. I wanna know that I’m the bastard who just made you strike! Oh, the streets will be burning tonight.” I just sat there believing on President and 4th. The pavement started screaming; God suddenly down on all fours... He reached for the street gave ole Satan one hell of a score, but Baby, this was the Devil’s Night. And that moon, boy it cried “some day, we’ll all look back and laugh.” It was hot, hot, hot and the clouds they all turned black… God, he caught the Devil’s eye… and the Devil, he smiled back. He said “Boy, can’t you see the light?” Will I see no light? Well, I see no light. And that’s alright, But I see no light. Can’t see no light... Well, I see no light. And that’s alright cause tonight… Yeah, tonight… Tonight we’re gonna salt the earth (Salt the earth) Tonight we're gonna salt the earth, I don’t care if it hurts. Tonight we’re gonna salt the earth (Salt the earth) Don’t tell that me we’re better off, let’s just make it worth: Every second we’ve spent just trying to make sense of this whole fuckin thing. I don’t know why we’d bring back a shot in the dark, it’s a shock to my heart and I can feel the drugs seeping deeper into my brain... I'll lose control of my veins; pumping mud, gasoline, and I’m still trying to rip all the brass off this ring, but my fingers won’t budge, They cried out, “What is love?” The Devil said “it ain’t nothing but a loaded gun. “What’s the matter, son?” “Aren’t you having fun?” “You can get a head start, but it won’t help you none.” “You’ll wear the soles off your shoes and burn a hole in the sun.” “Boy, there ain’t no use in trying to run…” “You know the road’ll keep growing and you’ll know we’ve become every monster we’ve loved every charlatan scum…” “Every poor excuse for fathers, every prodigal son...” “Every registered gun, every messenger stunned…” “Every minute that the livid take the Senate and run! And right after they’ve gone and the vision’s begun, I’ll look up from the cracks and whisper ‘job well done.’ You’ll drop to your knees beg the heavens and plead... And I’ll smile from the dirt To let you know it was me.”
3.
Whoa 06:04 video
WHOA (Cherchiglia) I spent my last five dollar bill on this pouch of cheap tobacco, man Abraham Lincoln ain't worth much these days. I've been reading the paper almost every day on the train. It's a damn good thing its free, cause this ain't news to me. So I guess we'll go to school, we'll go to work, then we'll get fired and we'll move back to our hometowns And we'll settle for the girls that we used to avoid, and raise a nice little home by your mothers. Oh, boy… I think that everybody knows, But somehow I don't care. I think that everybody knows But I don't care. I think that everybody knows, But somehow I don't care. I think that everybody knows But I don't care. I'll see you once or twice, like every week or so, and we'll talk about someday going out. You know that we won't find the time and somehow that's alright I'll see you next time I feel all alone. I think that everybody knows, But somehow I don't care. I think that everybody knows But I don't care. I think that everybody knows, But somehow I don't care. I think that everybody knows But I don't care.
4.
Smoker 03:46
Mama done raised a smoker, right from the womb. Mama you raised a smoker, and Dad did too. Mama done raised a smoker, black lung and a big red heart. Mama you raised a smoker to tell us apart. Not that there was a difference, Not that its an excuse… Mama listen, I'm a smoker just like you. Not that I don't like it, Not that I can't put it down… Papa did the same job from the other side of town. Mama done raised a smoker, right from the womb. Mama you raised a smoker, and Dad did too. Mama done raised a smoker, black lung and a big red heart. Mama you raised a smoker to tell us apart. Not that there was a difference, Not that its an excuse… Mama listen, I'm a smoker just like you. Not that its gonna kill me, Cause we damn sure know it won't… Mama sit down, let's have a smoke. Not that there was a difference, Not that its an excuse… Mama listen, I'm a smoker just like you. Not that its gonna kill me, Cause we damn sure know it won't… Mama sit down, let's have a smoke.
5.
I swear to God today I'll make a change, I'll wake up at a normal hour & do my best to shave. But man, I still get angry at the shower and my cigarettes are getting drunk with power. Everytime someone brings up Chicago… God help me if someone says the word "Colorado" I just close the doors, and mortar up the bricks. The hell with Tuesday June 26th. Well everyday I put myself to shame Thinking all of this is just going to fade Time it makes things less severe But it doesn't shelter fear. Well baby, if you're lucky enough to survive I hope it rains every time you drive. Yeah you became a ghost, just like you said. Now I can only fall asleep if I'm not in my own bed. Knowing where your head once laid, Smiling through the night. Of course we know I'm not doing alright. Well everyday I put myself to shame Thinking all of this is just going to fade Time it makes things less severe But it doesn't shelter fear. Well baby, if you're lucky enough to survive I hope it rains every time you drive. I'm tired of pretending that I made it out unscathed, and maybe I'm still waking up at 5A everyday. I'm staying inside and blaming it on the weather, Its time to get my shit together. 'Cause there are liars, there are losers, there are sinners, there are thieves, there are doctors and believers baby, But they can't give you peace. And I'm sure if there's a God, he's drunk as fuck on Jesus' blood, just trying to wrap his head around what you've done.
6.
When i left your place you were sleeping
 On tomorrow's New York Times
 Before my feet were out the door
 Your story caught my eye. 
And I stood like a deer in the headlights
 Well you ain't the only one with a deadline…
 When I left your place you were sleeping,
 I left your place in the rain.

 Well the newsstands were selling your pictures,
 With a coffee and a roll.
 West 4th made Bushwick bigger 
Brooklyn please don't you swallow me whole.
 Well I left your place for a reason,
 Hell it ain't my position to judge
 When I left your place you were sleeping.
 When I left with the cold for the sun.

 For now I'll just sleep on the subway
 For now is the past to the young,
 And the old dance in turnstiles with roughnecks,
 Cut me down to the core to my soul.

 I came back to your place with a newsprint,
 I came for the love that I stole, 
Slipped it right from your bed to my pocket
 Pulled the newspaper under your door.
 Cut the bag from the thin blue plastic,
 And your picture's right there just like magic,
 When I left your place you were sleeping,
 Now you're up and I'm asking you for…
 For just one more night for the headlines
 For just one last drink for the road 
When I left your place you were sleeping,
 When I left with the sun for the cold.
.. Let your smoke sit tight on my ceiling 
Even though baby, you smell like fire.
 After all its my fault for believing,
 Everyone falls in love with the liars.

credits

released February 25, 2014

Produced by: John Siket, Owen McGreehan & Dave Brandwein
Engineered by: Owen McGreehan (Viking Sound Productions)
Assistant Engineer: Dave Brandwein (Galaxy Smith Studios)
Mixed by: John Siket
Mastered by: Fred Kevorkian (Avatar Studios)


Featuring
Owen McGreehan -- Backing Vocals, Auxiliary Percussion
Drew Schultz -- Auxiliary Percussion

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