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Birthday

by SUIT

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1.
6X6 02:30
Bleach the coffee stains out of the cups Giving my own hair a brand new cut I sew my own barrier mask to keep me safe When I go to Safeway Loading up the Zoom call for music lessons History lessons and dance classes Let’s make the best of every minute every day I’m not surprised that we stopped at this place 6 feet apart is better than 6 feet under It makes me wonder how this world’s gonna to change It’s gonna change, oh this world is gonna change Let’s make the best of every minute every day I’m not surprised that we stopped at this place 6 feet apart is better than 6 feet under It makes me wonder how this world’s gonna to change It’s gonna change, oh the world is gonna change
2.
Rattler 02:34
Print more money. I need more bombs. Ear to the ground, the march is on Settle up Sam, cover your sins Cash is coming home, you’re looking thin Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Step up to the mic Prez, take a shot Meet with the Fed to plan and plot You and your buddies will seize the day! Hop into the fiat and speed away From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Heads of distraction are laying it on Fill it full of bacon then abandon the farm The Shepherd and the Marshall taking account The debt on our shoulders is crushing the bank Claim what you can as you rattle the cage The old smoke and mirrors trick will no longer works It’s a mighty smart move to get back to the dirt In ‘71 we came out of the woods Then the 80’ Big-Bang pushed us right off the cliff From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Credit and base money own the stage Someone’s got to pay at the end of the day From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Trimmed printed money suits are keeping them cool The Central Banks are inflatable tools Dumping fresh-inked cash into the vaults Better use it up before it ain’t worth salt Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Printed more money so I picked up speed Our angle shooting muckle tricks are doggin’ me Come on now, don’t fail on my watch Keeping my fingers and my arms crossed From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Credit and base money own the stage Someone’s got to pay at the end of the day From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage Claim what you can as you rattle the cage Rattle…
3.
20-30-40-50-60 times around the sun All I ever want is to be with you A life of celebration Born in a time of free love Turning on, tuning in, dropping out Voices well-intentioned Pure as the southern oceans Breathing in, breathing out Always seeking the truth I loved my skateboard, red jeans and blue Vans I loved my bike and doing jumps at the Dykes This life's a celebration We found real love Turn it on, pull me in, bringing out (the best in me) Each day’s the first day Each kiss the first kiss I meet your soul when I meet your lips Always searching for you I love the sweet times, the motion of our lives I love our shared lives – a look into your eyes
4.
Hey Mister… got any change? Divisive ways got us living in chains Breaking down the people Cutting the threads Sever your ties to your Network of friends Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop Once you’re on the bus No one gets off! Hey sister, what side are you on? We’re taught to keep it all Never let go If you’re not with US Your with the Others IF you’re the Other You’re not one of US Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop Once you’re on the bus No one gets off! No One! Just stop. You’re nothing but talk Get back in your seat – no one gets off! No one! If I’m on the inside, you’re on the out Red, Blue, Black and White Is what it’s about Group A doesn’t diggit Reject where you fit The B’s are gonna stick it to you Right where you sit Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop Once you’re on the bus No one gets off! No One! Hey Leader, whatcha charging for change? Sticking nanotech and needles into my veins The power you possess with Your pen is insane The SIG’s have got you leashed Tied and bound in the end Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop Once you’re on this bus No one gets off! No One! Hey Mister, got any change? Hey sister, got any change? Hey brother, got any change? Hey mother(fucker), got any change? Hey lovers, got any change? Hey leaders, got any change? Hey breeders, got any change? Hey cheaters, got any change? Just stop. ride till you drop – no one gets off!
5.
I drove three hours in the wrong direction Pulled into the State Beach right off the 1 Stepped out of the car My feet started moving Staged us a dancin’ party at dawn Can’t really recall What the hell we were on It must have been the good shit Cuz everybody kept on hangin’ around I’m in I’m gone Blurred lines Which side am I on? Takin’ the highway Shot up into SF Tore down to LA Messed around in West Hollywood And even got laid I could see the 405 From the rooftop lounge Seemed like the whole damn city Was ready to drown Pour me a stiff one Hit me with pills Pass the blade and looking glass I’ll roll up the bill Takin’ the highway Three days later I’m a pile of bones I asked my girlfriend Who was chasin’ stones Hey, where we been? Where did we go? She said, we drove up to the mountains To get us some snow Flew a hundred miles an hour Back to my hole How we made it through the checkpoints I’ll never know! Takin' the Highway I’m in I’m gone Blurred lines Which side am I on? Takin' the Highway
6.
I’m walking home Hayes Laguna Oak Hills I have to climb Behind dark windows TV glowing bright The heart and the mind Chained/Opened at the same time Boots hit the pavement With power and with grace Two steps forward, one step back Did I turn the right way? This city is a nightmare A blessing in disguise Burned in the fire The phoenix will rise Chasing the night Fanning and stoking the flames! Lonely Scared yet alive Fear for the darkness, afraid of the light I don’t want to talk about The things that stress me out I’ll only let you down When my face hits the ground Tried to stack my cards On the surface, straight in line I showed up on most nights All lit up like the city lights When I laid her down to die My core was frozen ice Though I couldn’t face it then I vowed to never run and hide When I saw the angel So innocent and chaste I could have gone one of two ways The present or to my grave Chasing the night Fanning and stoking the flames! Lonely Scared yet alive Fear for the darkness, afraid of the light Confined within the limits Of this city day and night The fullness and the emptiness As one they coincide I’ve walked the stairway to the stars But tripped up the first flight So, I’m captive to the learning Repeating wrong and right Repeating wrong and right I finally made it home Each step I take I own Strike with words that leave a bruise The blade cuts clean and pierces through Every man and every woman At some time in their lives Holds their head low Sink into the bitter mire Pressing down closing in These prison walls are paper thin I hear everybody thinking Can I get out alive? We’re looking for a shred of love It’s all the same to you and me We want it all, but we’ll take a dime If I get it … the world will be mine Chasing the night Fanning and stoking the flames! Lonely Scared yet alive Fear for the darkness, afraid of the light Confined within the limits Of this city day and night The fullness and the emptiness As one they coincide I’ve walked the stairway to the stars But tripped up the first flight So, I’m captive to the learning Repeating wrong and right Repeating wrong and right
7.
When I wrote that song, way, way back in the day I dig the number 6 because it cut so many ways Ways to summon evil thoughts, ways to face down death Ways to come out fighting never taking second best We walk on through the graveyard in the middle of the night Fill our heads with illicit drugs to the fullest of delight We’d roll into the town square take a seat up on the bench Smell of roses, sweat and weed, oh it was quite the stench Do you’ll remember 3-finger Steve and the stories he would tell? He said he was a hypnotist and could talk to God himself! He’d buy us beer and cigarettes and hang out with the crew Always had a bag of fried chicken, he was a crazy, weird-ass dude! (Rest in Peace, Steve!) It was times like these that inspired me to question what I see Like Reagan and the Pope, the industrial war machines Had nothing but a creative streak; a spark I could ignite I wanted answers when I heard a song not just more questions why Though I love that groovy style of the 1970’s The grit and guts and in-your-face of the 80’s was my scene – that’s why I’m… Threading the needle, finding the discord, striking a balance in this place Threading the needle, ain’t toeing no line, your days are numbered, so are mine Threading the needle for my time We said, “FUCK YOU” to The Man in an anarchistic rage We followed it up with music that addressed the shit we’d seen The lies, lies and more lies and lying to my face From politicians and my boss, mom and dad’s mistakes The fucking depraved preachers all bled into the sound Taking down that Western Front was what we're all about – that’s why I’m… Threading the needle, finding the discord, striking a balance in this place Threading the needle, ain’t toeing no line, your days are numbered, so are mine Threading the needle, biding time that’s why I’m… Threading the needle, finding the discord, striking a balance in this place Threading the needle, live in the right, don’t you let them demons run your life Threading the needle for our time
8.
The Dog 03:34
From the shadows, into the dark On a leash, wait for the bark Black Dog creeps, moves in slowly Waits until you’re vulnerable, full-stop lonely Feed The Dog I’m on my own, made it til noon A few more hours, shelter soon Cursed sweat, drenched meat, betrayed my trust I hear the call, the night dog’s lust Feed The Dog Never, never, never give up! Let it rest, it’s only a pup My North Star guides me down to land The hourglass, I watch the passing sands Feed The Dog As I sit here, so forlorn Next to a silent telephone Imagine, a far off and distant land Clenching teeth in both my hands Feed The Dog In this dark corner, I wait for your call Forgive my torment, forgive my drawl I need you to know, I tasted the sand I need you to reach out, take my hand Feed The Dog …I hear you friend, we’re in this together What we’ve lost, it’s not lost forever? Dark clouds and thunderous skies I’m listening, I hear you asking why Feed The Dog My body's flushed with adrenaline Pushes back to the night Dog’s den Heartbeat rammed up in my throat Fighting back – losing hope Feed The Dog
9.
I was thinking that we were evolution That we were half past the need for revolution I miss going our separate ways for the day Then coming back together I miss our long talks in the coffee shop When we thought it was a much safer world I miss holding the people that I love Going for a beer at the pub! Here we go, here we go … spinning out of control I miss my false belief that danger was on hold I miss nights’ sans the bad dreams A little time alone, In my house, Alone… A little time alone! Go, go, go! I miss the grand kids, school kids, my cool kids Thrift stores for new clothes and going to the show I miss marathons, the sauna and my dirty hands! Maybe it’s high time we slow it down? (HERE WE GO!) Here we go, here we go … spinning out of control I miss my false belief that danger was on hold I miss nights’ sans the bad dreams A little time alone, In my house, Alone… A little time alone! Go, go, go! I was thinking we were evolution That we were half past the need for revolution I miss holding the people that I love Maybe it’s high time we slow it down? Go, go, go! I miss our long talks in the coffee shop When we thought it was a much safer world I miss holding the people that I love Maybe it’s high time we slow it down? Go, go, go!
10.
I’m gonna do whatever I want I’m gonna say what I want to say It’s life, my will, our time, my deal I’m gonna play what I’m gonna play Welcome in the Raging 20’s We roared last time around Crisis across the planet Virus leaving the White House I’m gonna keep it going Call in a body of work Each year, 10 songs, 10 years, catalog Commentary, catalyst, who cares, I care I know we face extraordinary times Divided we fall, i-so-la-tion There’s nothing to fear but fear itself I can’t see your face! I can't see your face!

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released December 16, 2020

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SUIT Santa Cruz, California

SUIT is my soundtrack - an Americana -mashup dedicated to freedom.

SUIT will explore whatever SUIT wants to explore.

The mission is to create 10 volumes that will strive to capture what I describe as “The Raging 20’s”.

4 in the pocket with the release of ’Power’ - 2023 with ‘Leisure, Wet and Birthday’ in the rear view mirror.

The goal: release one volume per year - 2020 to 2030

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