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Nothing's Ever Finished

by Pigboat

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Harry Harrison
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Harry Harrison A fantastically fun filled rockin' romp with punk influences and great vocals. Can’t really think of any other way to describe it. I’d love to see these guys live. I reckon they’d go off and the pit would be ferocious. A great little album that always gets my foot tapping and wacks a smile on my dial. Favorite track: Brown Eyes And Choker.
FDJ (Desert Psychlist)
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FDJ (Desert Psychlist) Stunning mix of grunge/stoner/desert rock with dark but quite humorous lyrics that as well as bringing a smile to your face will also make you think! This is a superb album from a really talented band. Highly recommended. Favorite track: Neckfinger.
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Morts Loud, noisy and truly rockin' in every sense! This is in-your-face groove/stoner metal that incorporates punk pacing and rawness... not to mention the continuation of the tongue-in-cheek attitude and fun first evident in Mark and Ed's previous band, Broken Clown (also to be found on Bandcamp)! Favorite track: Happy Go Rocket Terrapinmon.
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1.
Ask For Mussell Ramsey (free) 04:48
If I wait 'till Monday I still won't believe you So I keep on fuming Like it's only Friday Yes. I know I'm ugly Thanks for the reminder Just in case I ever Thought I could be worth anything You made your point I don't need to meet the Cock you're bouncing on now If it's all the same I'd Simply rather not know I need a cigarette Like I want a shotgun For all the wrong reasons And, of course RIGHT NOW All better now? You're warm inside? On top again All better now The sticky side of friendship Sour tastes and handshakes Nothing is ever bitter When you refine sugar But for those of us who Work the plantation Please forgive us when we Dream of 1793 You made your point
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Someday they'll lay you out at peace You died of old age, not VD You weren't the type to overdose Or stick a shotgun down your throat You might think that you've got it made For your existence past the grave You weren't a saint, but far from monster Perhaps you could have had it wrong It's always hard to live up To standards that Man-Gods hold up He promises that you'll get forgiveness But never said you'd get it NOW Your mamma never taught you this 'Cause you weren't brought up Catholic That every action has a price That you must pay for when you die 'Cause Heaven's only for the pure Not for shut-ins soiled with porn You need some time to work the filth off Harvesting children in the mines A place where nothing really grows Quite well enough to make you whole Not wholly bad, but it could use improvement Who'd fill a Koi pond up with toads? And every Limbo boy and girl Slightly unfit for gates of pearl Wake up for work every morning To fill the hoppers up with souls Not the worst job you've ever had But still, the distance keeps you sad Though every day still gets you closer To the so long promised reward And though Luther doesn't believe it You load the cars with the unborn To send them up for distribution Upon the loving breath of God Some say the worst job in the place Is held by the one who drives the train 'Cause only they see what they're truly missing But aren't allowed to hang around
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Neckfinger (free) 04:45
I'm sorry you don't like the way I broke your eggs I'll light a candle for you next time I go to pray It's alright It's alright Another lie you tell to yourself It's alright It's alright It will go away I bet you look like Auschwitz without all your clothes But the smirk on your face says you like it that way I'm worthy They like me Another lie you know that you tell It's alright It's alright It will go away What better way to demonstrate you're in control? Than to make him pay your way all night then throw it up alone 'Cause you know you're not pretty That's a secret you think you keep to yourself It's alright It's alright It's alright We don't matter anyway Poor baby Poor baby No focus on you Poor baby Poor baby Poor baby No one worships you You might be useful if you made pornography But until then you're just anathema to me Another self-righteous cunt who thinks that Everything's about her It's alright It's alright It's alright We don't listen anyway Poor baby Poor baby Poor baby No focus on you Poor baby Poor baby Poor baby No one worships you
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Nothing's ever finished it just gets put down To rear its head when it's convenient to the cause And I'm made to confess sins not known to be taboo to you A scapegoat to ride out of town in the name of what you can't control And Oh by the way Did you see someone still had to go to work today? Holding his eyes in his palms 'Cause the sleep isn't there And the cash don't go far enough To give you all you want would be viewed as a start An act of compliance Opening doors to let the real changes begin An annexation of a soul that only wants to stop the rain Only to have your soggy feet wiped on its face when you come in Oh By the way Did you say, something managed to still go wrong today? Away from the magnetic pull of Cigarettes and the chocolate fix I am the drain through which will pass The tedium and sloth of the world Holding you back from the dreamhouse world You painted for yourself Before you twist the knife you wave it in my face (Look at this just look at this) And hold me liable for trespasses of others (You are them you made me do this) I stare at Karo eyes that can't even see the prey is here (Eyes, eyes, your empty eyes) To receive the passive aggressive abuse To bolster your self worth Oh by the way Did you say something still managed to go wrong today? Despite the assistance of Your psychic friends and the Prozac stash I am the drain through which will pass The tedium and sloth of the world Holding you back from the dreamhouse world You painted for yourself
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Brown Eyes And Choker (free) 04:35
All I've got is an index card, probability and a wire Keeping me in a self made state of agoraphobia Rewards are paid to the bold But the timid still have options So I stare at the telephone But the circuit never seems to close Hours feel like desperate years full of beards and coconuts Searching for a random plane That only turns out to be another albatross It's hard to recall the shape of your face After seeing the depth in your eyes Theological mathematics capsuled in a single frame Your aura is like getting shot by a dart full of endorphins Unable but to submit to what I hope is benevolence I don't play free cell because it stimulates my mind Falling sand to remind me I'm sitting busy doing nothing You ask me if I know I'm smarter than the average bear And I ask what does it matter When I look how far its got me My epic mastery of the wrong place at the right time Atrophies ambition into dreams of a drunken Mitty I could put all this to rest but I'm afraid what the answer is Words ricochet inside my head but never escape to the air Giving in to O.C.D. 'cause I can't seem to smoke enough What's the point of knowing you could When you're pretty sure that you won't? If I could distil signals I would be a wealthy man Instead of a fat-assed shut in watching Aqua Teen And waiting for my Onion Burst You ask me if I know I'm smarter than the average bear And I ask what does it matter When I look at all the good its done me I'm just a teenage boy in a rapidly decaying shell Who lost the luster being smarter than the average bear

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released October 25, 2006

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Pigboat Maine

Hi, we're Pigboat. We're a band from Portland, Maine. We play loud rock music in small clubs in front of people that love us and occationally get to play loud music in big clubs in front of people that look at us weird. We've got a great group of friends (fans?) that come to our shows and we've released a lot of music over the past 15 years. ... more

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