Missour-EP
by Leviticus Appleton
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Digital Album
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Baby Bumblebee
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That Son
02:28
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Good News
04:42
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Blue Skye Jaye
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Depths Of Scripts
04:08
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Bars
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about
This album was recorded in a barn in Missouri in June of 2009. Special thanks to Eric Appleton for the space and equipment used.
credits
released 15 March 2010
All songs written by Leviticus Appleton.
Flute on "Good News" by Lydia Appleton.
Piano on "That Son" by Lance Appleton
All songs written by Leviticus Appleton.
Flute on "Good News" by Lydia Appleton.
Piano on "That Son" by Lance Appleton
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- Track Name: Baby Bumblebee
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try not to drive yourself all crazy to decide.
youve gotta choose to never have to choose again. i wanna lose again, so i know what its like to win.
^#% said to mine; lets break the bread and build a shed. we could stay in the head.. but lets make lots of love instead. and let the sun stain on the bed.
Now that im all of eleven years old, let the rest of the story be told. let the rest be little known facts. let me dance in the back.
shes beasts and pleads teeming with feminine energy.. a light seducting me.. a twisty moth between the knees.
i wanted so to write, but i lost my pen in a fight. used it with all my might. but was the sword that took my life.
a blanket and a wreath.. the doors are surely opening. but am i yet ready ? -oh yes i am swallow the key.
Now that im all of 31 years old, let the rest of the story be told. let the rest be little known facts. let me dance in the back.
once upon a time when the throws were thrown and we let em know where we hide. sons and daughters on the roads to nowhere but the blessings waiting there (alright)
we gotta let em down eeasy, so eeasy when we speak.
and if they dont believe, we just breathe deep (oohwee)
ill have the sun-soda gingersnap cuz it takes me back so good.
the step ladder to the treehouse, took the splinters out of that wood.
and baby bumblebee was dangerous, we had an allergy, so we ran.
but wont nothin come now between the solid oak dust and the sand.
Now that im all of 60 years old, let the rest of the story be told. let the rest be little known facts. let me dance in the back. - Track Name: That Son
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that son; he was a fast one, wasnt he ? (but he never tried to get away from me).
blue eyes; now hes got a black one, ooh wee (he shoulda tried to get away from me).
that son is hangin on a nail now, i swing the apple cuz i got a way about me.
and my belt serves a double purpose, that sons familiar with the second one.
and his friends think he fell off his bike again.. they say maybe he shouldnt try..
not everybodys cut out to ride a bike.
and that son; he was a quick one, wasnt he ? so quickly did he move away from me.
and my son, he was a good one, wasnt he ? i wish that i couldve been for him something better than me - Track Name: Good News
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youre not makin any sense. you had a lot of sense, but it all got spent.
it seems you were livin in a dream; once a child of fire, now youre runnin out of steam.
so push your shoulders back,, and wrap your arms around,, yourself and then say that,, once up one must come down,, do you feel the crystal clear ?,, do you feel the need to know ?,, i was once filled with fear but now im much too old.
youre not breathing yourself. takin every breath like it belongs to someone else.
it seems youve been living in a dream. where everything is ugly and the people are all mean.
i wanna be the bearer of good news.
colossal. impossible. im longing, im waiting.
so gradual. so fragile. im sweating. im breaking.
im waiting. extravagating. cultivating, but still waiting.
clocks ticking. drops dripping. mind slipping, but still waiting.
i wanna be the bearer of good news. - Track Name: Blue Skye Jaye
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gonna walk to blue skye jaye
cuz i know shes not gonna walk to me
gonna ssslip right in
a little drink of something sweet and im shapeshifting
when i hold you tight dont look into my eye
im rainbow boa and youre dinner for tonight
ive got the fangs but youre the one whos eating me alive
ive got the venom but its poisoning me from the inside
blue jaye dont know where ive been
the sky wont tell of my sin
blue jaye dont know where ive been
rainbow boas been creepin
el invierno es tu personalidad
su padre es una navaja hermosa
yo soy pallida en la noche, neccesito la fuera
el fin es en tres estrellas
why do you cry all the time ?
is the fruit not on the vine ?
is the soft not in your skin ?
rainbow boas been sleepin - Track Name: Depths Of Scripts
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with candles lit, i see you spit, i wanna be the steam that rose from it.
the crows been framed. she strikes again. a murder, but to her its just a name.
come see the fool, hes on the stool. the noose. and soon enough the legs will break.
she fakes a clown, a painted frown. the sympathy comes growin up like weeds.
i was the fire in your eye and you the in mine.
and we had a real good ol time, we swallowed the moonshine all. and we drank in the sunlight.
the rose is split. the needles bent. the fortune at the depths of broken scripts.
so love is real, i saw it steal the love from its own heart and start anew.
the hated limbs disdains a whim, and whimsical it is until it stays.
winters the one true cold soul, just look out the window.
and only the nights black as night, and it beckons my heart so..
sayin "embrace the unknown"
swing. just a dream to follow the neon band.
brains; just the same to persuade the money man.
she holds up the skulls to portray a warrior.
voluminous and soaked, she only leaves you wanting more.
and more and more and more and more and more.. - Track Name: Bars
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when i look through the bars of my prison window, i see gold.
when i get to the end of the fortunate rainbow, i see bars.
when i get to the bottom of my superstition, i see gold.
when i look out the bars of my prison window, i see gold.
when i get to the center of the circle of winners, i see bars.
when i kick to the curb all my thoughts of deserve, i see gold. and when theres..
no way out.. im already bones
when i get underneath - look in the eyes of the beast, i see gold.
when i say "its too deep" and keep myself on the beach, i see bars.
when i play with the bestest and the worst and the rest, i see gold.
when its hard to reach your high stool and see the known..
youve not strayed from your revival. youre not alone.
absolutely and trustworthy: i want your pain.
gains insightful, beautys sight so.. tell me your name.
when i see to it stopped (the being what i am not) i see gold.
when i put this side up and get the depth of the box, i see bars.
when i place my desires right alongside the fire, i see gold. and theres..
no way out. im already bones.
