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These Are Violent Times

by Dirtty Dogs

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jwalsh1128 This was their first and there are several offering I enjoy. They played ALL the instruments and did ALL the recording and mastering. It was an ambitious venture and I look forward to hearing the next offering with the improvements they learned from this experience.
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1.
Who? 07:48
(What was that? Who’s this album for? Whoever’s listening...) I was born in 1998 Waiting for Santa Claus, but just a day too late, Well, as you can tell so far my luck has always been quite great You’re wondering why I’m putting my life on display Well I took society’s blessings, and just threw them all away For a million-to-none chance of making it big on payday The scum-crusted bathroom where you went and you cried ‘Till the lights’ motion sensors were convinced that you died And left you all alone in that cavernous stall Waiting for somebody, just anyone at all The morning janitor found you drowned in a pool Blood dehydrated, your skin was so cool But despite the cataclysm, he could only have sworn That you were smiling and laughing, just like the day you were born Suburban anarchy is losing all its charm And the wrong flag flown is your call to arms Well you’re not contractually obliged to fight in your father’s war Some cheap paper determines what you’re worth And you find out that you’ve been in the bargain bin since birth And you’ll waste your life in vain trying to break that day one curse You find yourself praying to every God you get But every sacred cow, is just another baphomet It seems that devil slips right through all the holes in your net You sidewalk shufflers with your eye-gouging signs Damning all infidels with unholy desires Your picket lines make good kindle for hungry hellfire On a mossy hill where you can wish on the stars But you’ve given up hope ‘cause their egos left them charred And you could pick on the moon, but not if you value your life ‘Cause the morning sun will chew you out for ranting at her wife You’re wondering now if you got what it takes To run the next leg in what the cynics call “the rat race” Despite the empty sky you find you’re not so forlorn You’re still smiling and laughing, just like the day you were born You’re blasting brain cells with trending videos But you’re not doing crack like all of the no-shows Yet either way you’ll find that nothing gets done before the day goes Your favorite pastime is bashing your enemies You say, “look at those villains, thank goodness I’m me” Well Karma claims to catch up with the ignorant eventually And tragedies are your guiding beacon But I can’t get my rocks off to lynchings and arson Well at the end of the day I’m just trying to be a little more human Sacred hearts and suicide pacts Fingers crossed and knives in backs Loan sharks and retirement tracks Self-diagnosis and certified quacks Do-gooders and hearts that bleed (I’m just tryna be a little more human) Check to check and get what you need Here to help and drunk on greed (I’m just tryna be a little more human) World leaders that still breastfeed A lifelong friend and a head on your shoulder (I’m just tryna be a little more human) Just like your dad not a chip off the boulder Summer breaks and wishing your were older (I’m just tryna be a little more human) Getting nostalgic and feeling a bit colder Scared of chains and bit turned on (I’m just tryna be a little more human) A humble bit of pride and jealous of their lawn Fully modest and painted neon (I’m just tryna be, I’m just tryna be...) Only 80 years but it feels like an eon Oh, how did we let it get this far? I guess it’s just who we are...
2.
Faith 03:43
In a new city With a new job Tryna find myself Tryna find God But I found... Faith is a woman In a long blue dress But she’ll pin you down On your hands and knees And make you beg for Your lord and savior Draw them all skinny Draw them all fat Draw them all naked Draw them with that in that But I drew... Faith is a woman Wearing lace lingerie But she sings all The sweetest psalms That bring us All together Faith spends all day Dancing idly in her room She favors loyalty And billions claim to be her groom We met her in the dark Confessing our minds to relax She really put on a show But left right just before the climax So Faith, where are you? Won’t you please, please come out of your room? Write a new story Write a new broad Write a new Bible Write a new God But I wrote... Faith is a woman Wearing nothing at all Whispering pure thoughts Becoming perverted and lost By burning tongues Making them what they’re not I listened in To Faith’s message Straight from the siren’s pen And this is what Faith, this is what Faith said “God is real yes she is... Dawning a sundress So bright you’ll go blind God is real yes she is... Wearing a second hand hat That’ll blow your mind God is real yes she is... Rocking a 50 dollar pair of crocs Because Goddamn why the hell not?” Faith, we’re waiting on you Won’t you do us a favor and come out of your room?
3.
And the rain fell fast like an atom bomb Our basement took in water Like a thirsty sponge If you need to come clean Go and take the plunge Six inches deep And as pure as mud Our walls just gave in To that seeping flood Mainstreet’s gone But there’s still a riot on Demanding the elected ones Come and stop their con Money gets thrown at it But that paper just ain’t absorbent The hungry waters keep swallowing As the young bloods are hollering Witches float, as innocents sink But your cheeks bleed through a guilty pink As go down, what do you think? Do you need something, would you like a drink? A little Venice In our aching home But it’s such a hard sell With skies monochrome Pat yourself on the back Pour yourself some champagne What a great idea We’ll just install a drain Witches sink, as innocents float Looks you should have stayed back on the boat Up above will pull you from the moat But they’re just doing it all for your vote We can come back from this And get back on the path again Just put the last piece into place Convince ourselves we’re worth something And the rain fell fast like an atom bomb Witches fly, as innocents burn The life you lead is the one you earn It might seem a bit postmodern But that’s none of your concern Witches yearn for innocents’ blood You’ll find out too late it was another dud Was it our hearts, or just what we loved? That was washed away in the flood
4.
Blame 04:52
You wait your whole life For divine intervention in Godless times If that’s the path you choose Then get in line so you can whine And waste your weekend Obscuring your mind, calling it “spiritual” Crawl the rest of the week For an excuse just to do it all over again Sleeping in the mail today Was an invite to your funeral I don’t know you, but You signed, “to my best friend” Tear stained-glass eyes As I give my eulogy Dirges strike a sour chord Resonating with no one Checking on stopped watches For the final let down The words sitting on all their tongues is, “Who are you gonna blame it on?” You’re crying to the choir daddy didn’t love you Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on? But every time you meet you pour a bad blood brew Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on? Claim you’ll clean up your act, but you’re back on the booze Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on? It’s not an addiction, it’s just the life that I choose Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who are you gonna blame it on? Aww Shit, Looks like you sacrificed your scapegoat to the devil x3 Aww Shit, Why did I sacrifice my scapegoat to the devil? You’re already transparent, but you’re losing weight Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on? Maybe if you just ate, you wouldn’t deflate Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on? Went and looked for Godot ‘cause he couldn’t find you Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on? Anemic to the thought of something new Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who are you gonna blame it on? But, in the event You need to vent You can blame it all on Me (I don’t mind) Just let it out And blame it on me (I don’t mind) Just blame it all on me Have your mouth confirm What your mind already did
5.
Have you seen my brand new car? It drives itself and sets the bar I bought it on loan from tomorrow There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t borrow The human being’s traffic ideal Powerless behind the wheel Saving time by taking back routes Spare the children, but take the parents out The doldrums broken up by flashing lights on the highway It was so loud... I don’t think we’re in control of our rides anymore Sitting in my backseat, falling asleep, wondering Can we stop, without brakes? Don’t overthink the destination Just hope you don’t end up in the ocean Specify and make it scenic The world is whirling, don’t get motion sick Voice-controlled entertainment Gone are the days of being patient Powerless behind the wheel Automatic Automobile Even the sunset gets pretty lonesome these days But it was so loud... I don’t think we’re in control of our lives anymore Watching tourists slip by my window, waiting For nothing to happen -2050- Today’s the day that you’ll be reborn It hurts worse than a wasp sting, but don’t be unsure You’ll be so famous that you could kill And the burn of regret is just part of the thrill It’s a bit like voyeurism Except you’re watching your own past Wondering where the Hell you went wrong And how you got yourself into this mess It only happens once So please relax It only happens once So please slow down Now the Mafia’s a vigilante group Staging a coup from the backseat of their coupe And you can vote for them in the next election Runnin’ against the crooks who sold off all your health protection Oh God, please make it stop! Won’t somebody call the cops? But the Blue Lives only care about drug crimes And Jaywalks That’s not how it works Anymore No no, that’s not how it works Anymore It only happens once So please relax It only happens once So please slow down {repeat ad nauseum}
6.
We were runnin’ round Cutting people’s heads off Rollin’ them on the ground Burning bridges that we never crossed These are violent times But we don’t want them to ever end Keep the kids inside Make sure they never make amends But I’m gonna get out soon Bought myself a ticket Shoot straight for the moon Or as close as I can get And I’m sorry for not really being myself back there Day breaks on the hills But our eyes don’t understand The executioner wears no frills And this is her plan We show our kids the world By locking them inside a room Replace windows with boards So then they just have to assume We solve all of our problems The exact same way By killing point of view And then claiming to save the day Lord I’m sorry for not really being myself back there It was raining the day I left Couldn’t really see myself Leaving for the best Time to head south The plan was quite clear And without pain Just ride it out for four years But now I’m here again My Rocket crash landed Now there’s fog over the bridge Should I keep going where I’m bounded Or should I just jump off? And I’m sorry...
7.
Here comes Mr. Christmas Tree He’s got more medals than you can believe He’s a killer, just a real go getter No one else can throw around their weight quite better His wife lives the silver screen Brings her own paparazzi, demands to be seen Sold porn of herself for women’s rights And blind spot politics keep her up most nights Oh, you can see all their bones right through their skin Hot air doesn’t mean too much at the weigh-in Paper-thin heroes Protect this land Paper-thin heroes Are getting out of hand A flea market con artist Don’t you know what part of town this is? With a paintbrush-stroke, frown kiss You’ll find his wares are the cheapest Rattling off conspiracies Peddling pills to refugees On the hit lists for top agencies And next week you can watch his mini-series Oh, their bones are poking holes right through their skin Hot air never means too much at the weigh-in Nobody’s hero Get away from here Nobody’s hero A new one appears Another big talk, hot shot Only gets high when you get got To be correct is to be heard Takes credit for being one-hundred-third But talent doesn’t really match their ego A pixelated face in video Lost in lyrics no one knows A facsimile of a hero Oh, their bones are poking holes right through their skin Hot air never means too much at the weigh-in You were my hero Not lacking in nerve You were my hero Did I get what I deserve? Won’t a villian save us from paper-thin heroes? (All cut from the same cloth)
8.
Melody Magpie Whistled in my ear “The map you drew us, Just isn’t clear” What can I say? I guess that’s the way I know how to get there Symptomatic Of self-esteem Stuffing push-up bras Contriving themes I hate to admit it But, maybe I’m just a bit Way too jealous Everytime you lean in For a kiss, you cough This world is empty and I want off Human beings Can’t live things down We build cemeteries In the middle of towns Oh, and hey What did you want again For your birthday? Misses Magpie Wish I was you Feathers combed down Your cares are few Tell me why my love They only care For the pure white dove? You jump the gun On all of your shots This world means nothing, but it’s all we got Every time on the doctor’s table Clean bill of health, you’re more than able It’s all wrong It’s always wrong We’re seeking out clarification Shouldn’t loons like you be on medication? It’s all wrong It’s always wrong Try and try to pinpoint the root of it Teacher’s pet falls to village idiot It’s all wrong It’s always wrong They put the wrong fool in this scrawny body A faulty slipped out of the human factory It’s all wrong Why am I wrong? This life’s a poor fit, but there’s no refunds
9.
Garrett 03:54
Life in the background So safe and sound But when you take it Pound for pound You realize Everything you weigh yourself against Is a feather But you’re neurotic So unsure A bit panicked Thoughts impure But babe The only one you have to prove yourself to Is the mirror So keep up your chin You know someday soon you will find your kin Is it really a sin? (And though your chances are slim...) To wish that you could win for once (You like to think that you could win for once...) But where do you begin? You see things Warped and tainted Paths once straight Now are crooked But sometimes A new point of view is the best you can do To feel wanted Stuck in a whirl No more a child Unfound rage Is now in style But love You illuminate the whole world With just your smile And his heart was ablaze When he made contact with your gaze They were so amazed (why are you so amazed?) When you finally made it through the haze (that you finally made it through the haze) But your stuck in your driveway But Garrett can’t you see How it’s all so funny How the saints are often the most unholy? It’s such a poem That it’s love that’s been condemned Oh, but don’t you know sometimes you need a little hellfire to make a gem? Garrett I know that time’s been rough But first you need to love yourself It’s not your fault So don’t be unkind Please don’t be unkind Please don’t be unkind You gave it your all But it just wasn’t enough So it’s not your fault So don’t be unkind It’s not your fault So don’t be unkind Please don’t be unkind Please don’t be unkind You gave it your all So don’t be unkind Please don’t be unkind Please don’t be un-
10.
Two A.M. On a Tuesday Watching stars fall Like snowflakes New ideas I’ve got a buffet But a hunger strike Keeps the dreams away Paid for first class Stuck with nosebleeds A new perspective Let’s see where it leads A bird’s eye view Of misdeeds Comes crashing down when The sun impedes The kids scream, “I’ll burn out, Before I can fade out ‘Cause at this rate there’s no doubt In a few years I’ll sell out” The elder shakes his head Says, “you’re saying what I said” The ouroboros eats itself again It’s a dead end, just go back to bed A chronic cough Jerk-off Went and shot a little kid’s Head off And for some reason They don’t know why It didn’t even crack Local headlines And sexual Predation Is the hot new Occupation For all the stars That you look up to But you swear on you life That it’s not true So goodnight, melancholy I’d love to chat, but I’m sorry I can’t stay up much longer Scheming ways to make a stir And you know that I loathe you But I can’t do much without you So stay sweet, melancholy When you get some good news, you can call me
11.
Little bird you’ve flown away from home Trying to figure out everything that you don’t know But little bird, don’t you know That you’ll never know? Everyone is Hoping on a miracle They’re so sure that it’ll happen That they’re saying their goodbyes Everyone is Sleeping through the rapture For daily routine with a cement sheen But they’re just barely scraping by Everyone is A bit confused Everyone is Tying innocence’s noose On days like this Little birds like you should just stay inside The thunderclouds are forming It’s not safe for you to fly Everyone is A floundering romantic Everyone is Trying to bring back the magic On a world like this A little bird like you should not even try Your wings are clipped, my little bird You’re wasting our time You’re so afraid, but Everyone is You’re so ashamed, but Everyone is Everyone is Swearing off of hatred Patting themselves on the back Painting things white and black But they’re becoming the hatred themselves And little bird Little bird I’m scared Little bird flown away from home Trying to figure out everything that you don’t know But little bird, don’t you know That I’ll never know?
12.
The foxes are some real fine folk They’ll clean you up real nice They’ll take you in They’ll teach you how To not look down And be a member of society And you can come in anytime you like There isn’t even a doorbell for you to ring Or even a door For that matter But they don’t mind They say they like the breeze Oh, and you’ll have to eat leaves They used to decorate their lawn with To keep warm, you’ll have to burn the floorboards ‘Cause the trees, oh the trees Don’t really grow Like they used to Anymore They’ll patch up their finest suit So you can nail that job interview with Mcdonald's Wish you the best Hope you’ll go far And maybe someday soon You’ll even get be the manager Oh, you can see dull yellow stars Right through all the worn cracks in their smiles And they’re hoping on lottery tickets And if it all goes according to plan Then 7s will come up Tomorrow They’re packing up all of their bags to leave But they can’t seem to find the exit Maybe today But the next day sure looks better...

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The passion project of a 19-year-old, "These Are Violent Times" promises to be one of the best ways you can waste an hour or so. Features on this album include: A very nasal singer who might be sick (in the bad way), sick bass lines (in the good way), neato guitar riffs, drums usually played on-beat, sad saxophones :(, equally sad pianos, and some surprises!

What are you waiting for? A better album? You don't have long to wait in these violent times...

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released October 1, 2018

Everything was still done by me, so don't worry 'bout it, hun.

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The music project of a 19 year-old , Maxwell J. "MeowMixxed" Walsh. "These Are Violent Times" and each of its tracks were recorded in his childhood bedroom, which he and his father arranged into a makeshift studio. ... more

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