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SHAT THROUGH THE MILKY WAY
(words and music by Abel Ashes)
Why are you a human, not a chicken, pig, or rat?
A frightened starving cock-a roach, a virus ridden bat?
Your brain is like a peanut hurdling through space,
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
First there came pagans and then there came Jews and Zoroastrians from which there grew the Christians and Muslims, two new kinds of Jews that ain't been around quite as long as Hindus have.
First there came pagans and then there came Jews and Zoroastrians from which there grew the Christians and Muslims, two new kinds of Jews that ain't been around quite as long as Hindus have.
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Grand Old Party Line
03:03
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Grand Old Party Line (words and music by Abel Ashes)
Don't never change your heart
Hold on to your worstest parts
Stay the same way that you start
But don't never change your heart
Don't never change your head
Stay the same way 'til yer dead
Do just like yer daddy said
And don't never change your head
Don't never change your mind
No matter what facts you find
Toe the Grand Old Party line
And don't never change your mind
Gotta keep faith and tradition alive
Or future innovation's gonna eat us alive
Nature over nurture like bees in a hive
With the class and the caste so the wealthy can thrive
Gotta keep faith and tradition alive
Or future innovation's gonna eat us alive
Nature over nurture like bees in a hive
With the class and the caste so the wealthy can thrive
So whatever you do...
Don't never change your heart
Hold on to your worstest parts
Stay the same way that you start
But don't never change your heart
Don't never change your head
Stay the same way 'til yer dead
Do just like yer daddy said
And don't never change your head
Don't never change your mind
No matter what facts you find
Toe the Grand Old Party line
And don't never change your mind
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FALLIN' THROUGH THE FLOOR
(words and music by Abel Ashes)
I'm 92, I'm drunk and bored and dancing like an idiot.
My wife, she died, so no more church.
I'm dancing like an idiot, for sure!
Like an idiot, 'cause sometimes I am bored.
Like an idiot, I know that life is short.
Like an idiot, don't like it? There's the door!
I'll be dancing like an idiot 'til I fall right through this floor!
I love my wife, but now she's gone and I'm dancing like an idiot.
My wife, she danced for 80 years and I'm dancing like an idiot, for her!
Like an idiot, I loved that little girl.
Like an idiot, my best friend in the world.
Like an idiot, don't like it? There's the door!
I'll be dancing like an idiot 'til I fall right through this floor!
I made my wage in pubs and clubs, but now I've reached the end of it.
These streaming sites don't pay me shit and I do not consent to this at all!
I don't consent to this! Pay the artist first!
Don't consent to this! Not content to be content!
Don't consent to this! Pay the cover at the door!
Spotify can suck it! Where's the godamn record store?
Spotify can suck it! Where's the godamn record store?
Spotify can suck it! Where's the godamn record store?
Spotify can suck it! Where's the godamn record store?
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New Calamity Shuffle
04:27
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New Calamity Shuffle (words and music by Abel Ashes)
All the experts said we weren't ready yet.
Healthcare systems were too inadequate.
New calamity
Great mortality
Peer reviewed plague ensued.
Viruses emerge time and time again.
SARS and MERS and then zoonosis again.
Xi, Mercola, Trump, Putin, Dugin, Q
Disinformed points of view
Breaking down democracy by lying to fools.
Don't exaggerate.
Everything is great.
Read your Bible while we procrastinate.
Then we'll obfuscate, never vaccinate.
Never mask, like as ass.
I'll just hold My Pillow tightly to your face.
Healthcare is a right, a necessity
Everyone in the world community.
Pathogens don't know class, vicinity
Borderlines, bank accounts.
Time to put our money where it really counts.
Science has confirmed climate change
And those drug resistant germs.
Are we gonna learn?
More the know-it-all harder we will fall.
Warning signs.
Are we blind?
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Suicide on Second Avenue
04:30
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SUICIDE ON SECOND AVENUE
(words and music by Abel Ashes)
Deep state lizards with the COVID and the 5G
Look like humans when they shapeshift on TV
Saw a light in the sky, now I know they're lying to me
Gonna build that bomb, gonna stuff it in my RV
Say I'm nuts, well at least I'm not a sheep
Gets so lonely when the rabbit hole's this deep
Parked right here in front of AT&T
In 15 minutes I'll be blown to smithereens
Christmas lights and neon all around
Gonna leave my worries downtown
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The Wingnut Gallery
06:35
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THE WINGNUT GALLERY
(words and music by Abel Ashes)
If we fear the vaccine more than we fear the virus
It seems that bullshit propaganda has got up inside us.
So try to learn the facts ya'll and try to tell the truth
When science isn't popular and wisdom isn't youth.
Science isn't popular and wisdom isn't youth.
I wake up every morning with my coffee and the news
Comments full of troll bots, deceptive points of view
Pretending to be stupid, gaslighting all along.
The post-truth doesn't change when you prove it wrong.
Post truth doesn't change when you prove it wrong.
They're hating on the press, dismissing their reports
That don't back the agendas the facts do not support.
Living in a bubble of sci-fi pseudo-facts
Denying the consensus, distorting all the stats.
Denying the consensus, distorting all the stats.
The GOP, Iran and the CCP
Putin's played the game since he was KGB.
Whether QAnon or the FSB
A hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
Hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
Hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
Hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
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Atheists in Mecca (words and music by Abel Ashes)
Atheists in Mecca,
The Vatican in Rome
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in Mosul
The heart of Raqqa too
Smashing mental cages in the human zoo
Atheists in ashrams
Atheists at shrines
Atheists have been around since ancient times
Atheists in churches
Atheists in mosques
Atheists are gonna share our own damn thoughts.
Atheists in office, no apologies
Atheists dismantling theocracies
Atheists in Mecca, Washington and Rome
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba). الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba). الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba). الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba).
Deus verus est. Deus verus est. Deus verus est. Deus verus est.
Islamists in Bornu, North of Mali too
I wrote this little song just to say "Fuck you."
Fuck the Saudi King, the Mullahs in Iran.
Fuck the Taliban in Afghanistan.
Women should be equal you sexist piece of shit.
All you fucking homophobes can go suck dick.
The anti-immigration Christian Taliban ought to be deported to Waziristan.
Ain't no Final Prophet or special Chosen Ones,
Just a lonely planet orbiting the sun.
So fuck Islamic State and fuck The Holy Land.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God isn't real. God isn't real. God isn't real. God isn't real.
God isn't real. God isn't real. God isn't real. God isn't real.
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The Pearls That You Clutch (words and music by Abel Ashes)
Sometimes you just feel like an automobile
Trying to get the job done
Get the job done
At the end of the day we get our measly pay
Trying to get the job done
Get the job done
Passin’ by the scenery
Feelin’ like machinery
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Like we ain’t got no feelins and we're always on the run
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Every day is drudgery
Shovelin’ stinkin’ sludgery
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
At the end of the day we get our measly pay
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
And we dig and we toil and we fuck up the soil
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Like we ain’t got no feelings and we're always on the run
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
But the no good boss he does whatever he please
Golf and hookers after wine and cheese
Behold a pale executive
Behold a pale horse
A bloated right-wing pachyderm
On a cracker ass golf course
Behold a pale executive
Behold a pale horse
A bloated right-wing pachyderm
On a cracker ass golf course
That’s why we say fuck you boss man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you Wall Street
Fuck you very much
We mean it, fuck you blue blood
Fuck you very much
Eat shit and go to hell
So on and such
We say fuck you boss man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you oil man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you banker man
Fuck you very much
Eat shit and go to hell
So on and such
I'll work hard every day boss
You don't have to pay me much
Just keep your fragile ego
with the pearls that you clutch
I'll work hard every day boss
You don't have to pay me much
Just keep your fragile ego
with the pearls that you clutch
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Worm Food (words and music by Abel Ashes)
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
Boil your potatoes 'til you feel alive
We're all worm food on the other side
Boil your potatoes ' til you feel alive
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
So you can pray one time or none or five
We're all worm food on the other side
You can pray one time or none or five
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you're boiled or fried
We're all worm food on the other side
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Abel Ashes San Diego, California
Born in a cult in El Paso, hitchhiked cross-country as a baby, grew up with mom in the shadow of the A bomb in New Mexico, vacations in San Diego with dad, played open mics with a fucked up old Stella, experimental music shows, lectures, open mics, and dead-end jobs galore, lived in LA and SF, 7 years in Kentucky, 4 years in Tunisia with my wife who was paralyzed in car crash, back in SD, CA now. ... more
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