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Barely.informed. local.lifeform (disk1)


Barely.Informed.Local.Lifeform (Disk1) is the first half of Benevolent Sol’s continued narrative of dystopian tales about you and everyone you know. 

This album is the newest addition to the continual narrative Benevolent Sol has been weaving of dystopian tales based on our reality.

Lyrics:

Explosions In My Head

Explosions in my head
Got a bullet just for me
You’re looking for something to die for
What if I become your enemy

Your mother said she’s ashamed boy
You can just quit your job
Your occupations cause hysteria
Cause you kill and you’re
Running and running and running til they get in your head
You’ll be done when they finally hear the words that he said
Your madonna will die by your familys homestead
And we’re done till he’s gone don’t put the kids to bed

Explosions in my head
Tell my neighbor come on through
I got work that I would kill for
Brady said that you do too
I’m evil to stop your fracking
But I still ain’t have no job
Bleed your home till you enslave it
Then you call yourself a fraud

Your mama said that she’s ashamed boy
You can just quit your job
Your occupations cause hysteria
Cause you kill and you’re
Running and running and running til they get in your head
You’ll be done when they finally hear the words that he said
Your madonna will die by your family’s homestead
And we’re done till he’s gone, don’t put the kids to bed

The Shine

He sees you out when your sleeping
It’s best to try to appease him
Your hold on him is fleeting
Your mind continues to weaken
You can’t deny him the skyline
The fool’s just searching for a good time

There is only one road for you to go
Down the other one
To the sun and with shine for me

Cause you will take our time
But you can’t take the shine
What is your end goal? What will you ascend for? and are you repentful
For the joy that you bring
It will be gentle when your people accept you
But you won’t hear the joy that they sing

You’re dying under a bridge now
But you’re still blamed for your frown
Young Michael cannot deceive him
Only your friend for the weekend
Your suffering is a thought process
They incorporate in their set

There is only one road for you to go
Down the other one
To the sun and with shine for
There is only one road for you to go
Down the other one
To the sun and with shine for me

Cause you will take our time
But you can’t take the shine
What is your end goal what will you ascend for and are you repentful
For the joy that you bring
It will be gentle when your people accept
But you won’t hear the joy that they sing
What is your end goal? What will you ascend for? and are you repentful
For the joy that you bring
It will be gentle when your people accept
But you won’t hear the joy that they sing

Magnolia

Magnolia
I haven’t heard from ya
In a very, very long time
I heard ya cry
When he told ya lies
About where your dollars are going
He left you scorned
The balled of a whore and a stand-up, well-known guy
He left you bruised
Poor and confused about how it ended up this way
(Were your dollars going)
He heard ya say
Go away Brady
But he can not rock with that
He calls you fat as he shovels trash in your mouth
Tells you to go south
Drink from the spout
You better not pout
‘Cause you didn’t belong here anyway
There’s nothing to say
Go away Brady
Let him catch you, and he’ll take your time

Magnolia, I haven’t heard from ya
Since you killed that well-known stand-up guy
He made you cry
I can’t tell you lies
About how you will go to hell
They’ll throw you in a cell
As the band swells
On this low-down no good pal
You can see the smell
You heard his kids wail
As the man fell

Sam cannot fuck with that
He goes and throws you in the bag
It’s always been this fucking bad
If he can’t take your life, he’ll take your time

Your Honor

Hey, look here your honor
You found him guilty of manslaughter
You said that you couldn’t rest
But you never had to sleep in the bed you sin
Which one are you sleeping in

Hey, here look my sister
You said that you never missed her
You said that you were there, but you weren’t there like you used to be
What kind of fools are we

Hey, look here your honor
Yes, he smokes marijuana
You say that he won’t work
But you never had to sleep in the home you build
Why don’t you go plow a field

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