Dark Blue Dark Green

by Dark Blue Dark Green

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released 08 September 2012

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Dark Blue Dark Green Columbia, Missouri

Ben and Jack Falby are brothers who have been making music together since they caused their parents' divorce. Their recovery lives under the name Dark Blue Dark Green. Some have described their sound, they were right.---

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Track Name: Your Lack of Shame
On this present day,
this is not a date, mama
doesn’t mean to say,
that this present day, mama
that this present day,
on a date that’s not a “date”
that this present day will not now carry me,
carry me away…

I’ve got many thoughts both foul and fair
The stank between your legs be soaking my hair, filling the air

On this present day,
this is not a date, mama
doesn’t mean to say,
that this present day, mama
that this present day,
on a date that’s not a “date”
that this present day will not now carry me,
carry me away…

The rattle of the lock in your basket
Your head hair once shorn, your lack of shame

I do not, I do not feel ashamed, I do not feel ashamed yeah, yeah, yeeeah
Track Name: Control
who’s got control?
who’s got control?
who’s got control?

we are strong we are powerful.
We are strong.
We are powerful.
we eat our Wheaties every day.
(no we don’t. we never even had Wheaties!)

we have
we have
we have both.
we have neither.
life is hard.
life is complicated.
this is fun!

In a World that doesn’t know,
bad and good, it just goes, it just goes.
And so, who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
We have got control.
Why you wanna watch?
Just grow.

ya’ll all got nice boots,
silver rings and solid soles.
they’d hold up for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and…
how long they’d last beneath mine?
these feet, they break rocks
these hands, they burst stones
what they’d do to weak wills.
what they’d do to weak walls.

In a World that doesn’t know,
bad and good, it just goes, it just goes.
And so, who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
We have got control.
Why you wanna watch?
Just grow.

i’ll be honest.
i’m experiencing serious doubt.
i’m extraordinarily nervous
hey, wait a minute,
listen to the tune

In a World that doesn’t know,
bad and good, it just goes, it just goes.
And so, who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
We have got control.
Why you wanna watch?
Just grow.
Track Name: On Ocean's Cliff
It’s not hard to believe
that that girl,
killed a boy.
It is hard to believe
that his heart actually stopped.

All night trip,
driving state roads,
cars full of sleepers
and she popping no doze.
She popping no doze.

This could be the best day of the perfect life.

She young enough to know first love,
in fact, she does.

No moon, nor its light,
the darkness teases her.
Wind through the car window,
an ocean’s out there.
Before her mind’s eye, waves break.
Before her mind’s ear, the breakers crack.
The breakers crack.
Crack Crack Crack Crack!

This could be the best day of the perfect life.

On ocean’s cliff, the wind whips inside.
On ocean’s cliff, the wind whips inside.
On ocean’s cliff, the wind whips the insides.
Track Name: Red Truck
Pulled over once, he caught her in a rush.
“What is it you’ve ‘got’ to get done?”
She thinks, people have cancer, man.
But the flashing light glints off his gun.

A red truck’s a target
A loud lady too
A loud lady in a red truck, I’d like to meet you

Now a second time, she’d been doing so good.
This cop, a lady, declines a kind gesture,
doesn’t “care to eat a sunflower seed.”
Cares, swears that she cares, that yellow means yield,
but all she had to say was…

A red truck’s a target
A loud lady too

A loud lady in a red truck, I’d like to meet you

Wire her jaw shut!?!
Strip off the paint!?!
She know enough sign language to make a church lady faint

Pulled over thrice, a burnt out headlight.
He’d give her time. She’d get it fixed.
Doesn’t stop the ticket she gets for slurring her speech…

A red truck’s a target
A loud lady too
A loud lady in a red truck, I’d like to meet you
Track Name: Gallip, Jesus, Gallup
for what I’ve been given, let me live purpose driven

Bully says,
“Have you ever prayed?
Believe me, faith can pay.”

No thanks, man.
I gave up on God.
Explain to me the fervor, a rush to decompose.

NO thanks, man.
I gave up on God.
Explain to me the purpose, a rush to decompose.

for what I’ve been given, let me live purpose driven

Bully says,
“What about your dick?
It can do some powerful shit.”

No thanks, man.
A temporary fave,
I gave up on my rod.

No man’s mojo can cure his ill,
my ill,
the ill,
the ill of Joe Shmoe
NO man can cure the ill of Joe Schmo.

Hey you,
Behind the bullies.
Can we talk?
I wanna hear your thoughts.
It’s hard to get down with you around.