Roughly Enforcing Nostalgia, Moshe EP the Plunderphonic Power Pop Band of Chicago

The Ox-Bow Incident
  (1:30)[2/25/00/2:30 a.m.]
   Based on the novel by Walter Van Tilburg Clark.
  Gil Carter speaketh it some years after the execution.
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  Liner Notes

Is there a word for a Parody’s parody?
In my dream, we old buffs of death each get our turn on the tree.
Tonight it’s Monty ------
He fin’lly gets to hang somone -----
He stands up on my chest and steps off and gets stretched like the rest.

And this is what crouches under eyelids’ sight;
I pass out brown rain and larvas each night

‘Cause I want to be there for you when you walk away.
When you walk away.

Some night soon it’ll be Me, no matter how far I’ve ran,
And my ribs felt like crackin’ when I gave our mob a scan
‘Cause while the gal-folk stared,
I did not recognize a soul:
Just a man-jack army of jacklighters out Ketchin’ foals.

A shadfly stopped up my throat from screamin’ where I stand
And a bone-cold sweat stuck this rope to my hand
And this feelin’ like someone is standing upon my chest is gettin’ more than I can stand

And I wanted to be there for him when he walked away.
When he walked away.
When he walked away.
When he walked away.
When you walked away.

“I was crazy to think crazy to chase chasing this automobile
I tend to think were you ready to race racing this automobile
It’s a machine it’s the one in my dreams
It’s taking me out of control it slips
Through my hands on the wheel
Don’t you know how it feels
When you’re driving your dreams through a pole

They said the road was slick
I said I’ve been feeling sick
My head went through the mirror
Why did they send you here
I want to get up and shake you loose
I want to be free of these machines
I want to be released from this dream
I want to be another machine”
- Bob Mould, “Slick” (1992)

“Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on the hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain
He’s come to fetch me
To see what they done
We’ll ride together
Til Kingdom come
I pray for God’s mercy
For soon I’ll be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head”
- Sting, “I Hung My Head” (1996)

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