LOVELAG

*Show Business
music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

some people get a little lost along the way
everything I’ve created somehow gets taken away
now diagnosed with syndrome K
gives me just enough to keep them away
the stakes go up when the mistakes get rough
you’re now importing China in a bull shop
longing for the short work week
dirty elbows ruin clean sheets
 
without the business, there’s no show
I guess I have no business so maybe I should go
without the business, there’s no show
I’m still confused why I took this role
 
no life guard now at the gene pool
it seems that even now, summer’s cruel
scoff-lawyers make decisions
for everyone else with precision
if you decide to take a wife
keep the receipt for a better buy
the coupon’s only good when she decides
through your nose or on your finger tight
 
without the business, there’s no show
I guess I have no business so maybe I should go
without the business, there’s no show
I’m still confused why I took this role
 
I’ll be taking the social path
I’ll be faking the social path
 
this momentary bliss is a stalemate
silent protest nemesis…a dui the next day
 
without the business, there’s no show
I guess I have no business so maybe I should go
without the business, there’s no show
I’m still confused why I took this role
 
 
*Swine
music and lyrics:  Chris Donley
 
the funeral home has a measuring tape
the statute allows statutory rape
having the cash is so hard on the kids
the invalids now are just invalid
 
measure twice, but the bad people once
pay with the hell card and have yourself a morose overdose
 
if I had your money, I’d burn mine
rolling in mud, show the pearls to the swine
 
failing to prepare is preparing to fail
now I’ll pack my bags for the guilt trip and bail
I hate losing more than I love winning
if everyone knew the pentagram is slimming
 
everyone I know just wastes another Sunday
I’m calling God on all his past loans
the interest adds up now so pay
 
if I had your money, I’d burn mine
rolling in mud, show the pearls to the swine
 
 
 
*I’m Yesterday
music and lyrics:  Chris Donley
 
I’m just a lifeguard going off the deep end
I’m just a mailman with no letters to send
I’m just a bone ready to break because I will not bend
no reason to start because I’m already at the end
 
remember when death was entertainment for us yesterday?
 
I’m just a cowboy riding into someone’s no-horse town
I’m just the fingers left to crack from all your hand-me-downs
I’m just the prince in all your fine prints magazines
I’m just the farmer who got swindled for some magic beans
 
remember when death was entertainment for us yesterday?
 
I’m yesterday
 
and though it’s noble for you to say
it’s past the point of global…and things will never change
 
remember when death was entertainment for us yesterday?
 
I’m yesterday

*Every Generation Got It’s Own Disease
(originally by Fury in the Slaughterhouse…additional lyrics by Chris Donley
lyrics reprinted with permission)
 
the more we take, the less we give
that’s the modern way to live
someone says “live fast, die young
but the time runs always faster, son
diseases come, diseases go
welcome to the final show
 
let’s shake hands with plastic gloves
and watch out for the last white doves
 
and believe me baby
every generation got it’s own disease
I’ve got mine so help me please
 
think that’ I’m too young to die
loved that world, so we say goodbye
change the staff, pollute the air
dismiss the doctors, just use prayer
use the best words, keep talkin’ tough
when will we say enough’s enough?
 
and believe me baby
every generation got it’s own disease
I’ve got mine so help me please
 
 
 
*Missing
Music by Cole Martinez
Lyrics by Chris Donley
 
I looked up a the sky today
could’ve sworn I heard you say
“Come on up, it’s time to play…
what do you have better to do?”
 
I think I’ll maybe
I think I’ll maybe stay
 
give me just one more lifetime to try
finally on the right line this time, but thanks for the sign
 
I’m feeling good
I’m feeling fine
 
thanks for the invitation
it really meant a lot to me
save me the reservation
at least I rsvp’d
 
I think I’ll maybe
I think I’ll maybe stay
 
give me just one more lifetime to try
finally on the right line this time, but thanks for the sign
 
you know I’ve been missing you
for some time
 
give me just one more lifetime to try
finally on the right line this time, but thanks for the sign
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TIME TO HEAL LIFE-RELEASE DATE-TUESDAY, MAY 28, 2024
 

*Time to heal life

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

Unless we learn things, there’s no point in moving on

Listen to the dull drums in the doldrums from now on

Nothing’s gonna’ keep you safe from hate that’s uninformed

Mobilize and plant the mines in minds that don’t conform

 

An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind

“Take no prisoners alive”

An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind

Tell the time to heal life

 

Fear is the enemy of progress never seen

When warlords will write the script 

And hide behind the screen

To pacify the “patriots”, they’ll plan in secrecy

Learning from the history to not learn history

 

An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind

“Take no prisoners alive”

An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind

Tell the time to heal life

 

If hate is like fire, you’ll burn with your own

But I’m fighting with love, even if I’m alone

So pack up your guns...fun for everyone

Conquer the compassion...with guided bombs

Now you’ll see the misery

Your invasion...“liberation” can’t be undone

When no one has won

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Can’t you see your own strings

Held by kings that don’t want peace?

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An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind

“Take no prisoners alive”

An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind

Tell the time to heal life

Time is on my side

 

*Fried rats

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

he woke the rats up out of their holes

he led the rats all to their nearest polls

maybe jesus was mean

you say, “what do you mean?”

maybe you misheard him scream-

“don’t you dare “cross” me!”

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you can’t commit career suicide

if your life never made you feel alive

Fried rats

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you got all the chickens involved in the “fowl” play

no rooster in the hen house should be sitting on the eggs

the babysitting vulture will help domesticate

the yellow-bellied yardbird from every “bleeding” state

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You can’t commit career suicide

if your life never made you feel alive

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I’m no spring chicken no more

that don’t bother me

a job ain’t nothing but work, comparing meats

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you can’t commit career suicide

if your life never made you feel alive

fried rats

 

*happy and i know it

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

raise your hands up to the sky

if you want to say goodbye, just say goodbye

but if you want to stay, put down your cash to play

the odds to speak and say what i’ve always wanted to be

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there are so many things i still need to do

i’m “happy” and i know it’s “true”

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put your hand unto your heart

there’s no way they’ll ever tear us apart

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there are so many things i still need to do

i’m “happy” and i know it’s “true”

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but if you want to stay put down your cash to play

the odds to speak and say what i’ve always wanted to be

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there are so many things i still need to do

i’m “happy” and i know it’s “true”

 

*the best of me (featuring dallas riffle)

music:  chris donley

lyrics-dallas riffle

i mourn the dying butterflies 

when I’m looking through your eyes

there’s nothing left to compromise

when i’m looking through your eyes

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eat me, drink me, gather ‘round and take your fill

’til there is nothing left of what i used to think was everything

that made me what i thought was alive

’til i realized I was dead wrong

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and it gets the best of me

when I get the worst of you

and it kills the ones I love

to watch me drowning in your blood

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my second life, it rots away

the longer that you stay

i long to stand and face the day

but there’s something in the way

something in the way

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eat me, drink me gather ‘round and take your fill

’til there is nothing left of what i used to think was everything

that made me what i thought was alive

’til i realized i was dead wrong

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and it gets the best of me...when i get the worst of you

and it kills the ones i love

to watch me drowning in your blood

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bind my hands behind...peel this skin of mine

open my heart’s cage...fuck my dizzy mind

drain my curdled blood...leave this pile of bones

for the crows to scrape...let me die alone

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i mourn the dying butterflies

when i’m looking through your eyes

when i’m looking through your eyes

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and it gets the best of me

when I get the worst of you

and it kills the ones I love

to watch me drowning in your blood

and it gets the best of me

when I get the worst of you

and it kills the ones I love

yo watch me drowning in your blood

eat me, drink me

gather ‘round and take your fill

’til there is nothing left of what i used to think was everything

that made me what i thought was alive

to watch me drowning in your

to watch me drowning in your

to watch me drowning in your blood

 

*Husk

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

repent with the serpent now as we bomb with aplomb

doting on the antidote and peeping with the toms

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mark my words

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husk of a man, husk of a nation

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it’s just the plan in the presentation

watch out for “reds” under beds 

locked in where there’s comfort

stay tuned for commercial breaks

and count days that are numbered

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mark my words

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husk of a man, husk of a nation

it’s just the plan in the presentation

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there’s no nobility in poverty anymore

there’s no ability to have soveriegnty anymore

the houses are creaking as if they were speaking i never know what to believe

cut off at the knees 

but still armed to the teeth

 put your filter on now to deceive

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husk of a man, husk of a nation

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kings are killed for the encore...war is politics and politics are war

there’s no nobility in poverty anymore

there’s no ability to have soveriegnty anymore

the houses are creaking as if they were speaking 

i never know what to believe

cut off at the knees but still armed to the teeth

 put your filter on now to deceive

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husk of a man, husk of a nation

it’s just the plan in the presentation

killing kings doesn’t start wars…

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it ends them…to open new doors

kill the king

 

*this feeling

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

your wish for turning up...my wish-refill my cup

if only wishes would just come true

your choice for hope will now...my choice will not allow

our choices will somehow pull through

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this feeling is real and so healing

this craving is saving me

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what is your heart’s desire?...to just sing with the choir?

determination will be higher… for me

and what is your deepest fear?...to not belong in here?

conviction will be clear to see

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this feeling is real and so healing

this craving is saving me, you see?

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discipline is an option to use at your discretion

but it will be your decision to understand the vision now...now

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this feeling is real and so healing

this craving you see?

to understand the vision now

this feeling is real and so healing now

 

*leaving with a california tilt

written by tomas costanza (diffuser)

i never thought the day would come 

when she would say goodbye

she’s leaving with a california tilt to live her life instead

i’m getting tired of holding back the words i want to say

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i ran myself into the ground just hoping you would stay

she left on her own through stepping stones

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she left on her own again

she left on her own

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everything has got to end but good things never leave

a southern man once told me that love isn’t what it means

she left on her own through twisted roads

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she left on her own again

she left on her own again

 

*still holding on (to something i shouldn’t)

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

i’m still holding on to something that i shouldn’t

still holding on

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what makes you certain that there is something to save?

what makes you positive to just call it a day?

what makes you think there’s a reason to stay?

what makes you positive this tongue-the death of me…

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but you always seem to know

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i’m still holding on to something that i shouldn’t

still holding on

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what makes you want to have me waste all of my time?

what makes you need to try and keep me here in line?

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but you always seem to know

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i’m still holding on to something that i shouldn’t

still holding on

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are you afraid of not having a happy ending?

are you afraid of not having a happy end?

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i’m still holding on to something that i shouldn’t

still holding on

 

miss lead

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

act like you got somewhere to be

and walk with a purpose with me

and see magicians are just professional liars

and poets are just professional thieves

the pregnant pause will make you wait

as you cross through the field of snakes

looking in every mirror that’s sold used

peruse the news, give abuse more views

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at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

I’d rather be heard than misread

at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

maybe i was misled by Miss Lead

misled by miss lead ...misled

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been breathing in dead air for years

braille screaming falling on deaf ears

a drinker knows a “drinker’s nose”

have wine and step on jesus’ toes

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at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

i’d rather be heard than misread

at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

maybe I was misled by miss lead

misled by miss lead ...misled

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at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

i’d rather be heard than misread

at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

maybe i was misled by miss lead

at least you’re remembered when you’re dead

i’d rather be heard than misread

 

 

* jabroka

music and lyrics:  Chris Donley

the snow is too quiet...

i can’t hear it when it comes down

the snow is too quiet...

it can’t hear me when I come down

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there’s no such thing as a bitter pill 

with the right drug

where there’s a way, you know there’s a will 

that i’m erased from

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we’re all just aliens

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pack my bags for the guilt trip...

I’m off to the country-cide

there are no more goodfella’ ships

the bosses just let it slide

dear nurse:  you’re my nightingale...

yield of the riding crop

dear hearse:  you’re my ride today 

all the way, there’s no stops

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there’s no such thing as a bitter pill 

with the right drug

where there’s a way, you know there’s a will 

that i’m erased from

there has to be a better way to kill 

this broken kingdom 

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we’re all just aliens

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i’d go to the ends of the earth for you

‘cuz now we have don’t have anything left to lose

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they’ve taken it all and made us beg for more

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there’s no such thing as a bitter pill 

with the right drug

where there’s a way, you know there’s a will 

that i’m erased from)

there has to be a better way to kill

 this broken kingdom

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