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released 01 July 2012

Verses Written and Performed by Homeless:
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twitter.com#!/homelessryank

Choruses Written and Performed by K. Raydio:
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twitter.com#!/kraydio612

Production, Mixing, and Mastering by Big Cats!:
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Album Artwork by Evan Drolet Cook:
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Track Name: Get Gone
Verse 1 - Homeless
these days we got a loch ness problem
nobody sees the monster, but everybody’s watchin’
they wanna take my minutes, fill ‘em with slick talkin’
I ain’t got a single one to spare, ‘cause I been busy walkin’
on a line, Johnny Cashin’ a check
that my mouth wrote outta spite, while I was reachin’ for your neck
‘cause preachin’ that you’re the best, makes you weakest in the nest
I’ma sneak in through the cracks, and slit a throat while they rest
what can I say, guess I’m in a funny mood
got a hamster wheel mentality, feels like I never move
but I do, hide and seek for my muse
I get dizzy tryin’ to find her, she ain’t leavin’ many clues
Sold a soul, bought a voice-box of blues
Now I sing a sickly anthem, I’m lightin’ another fuse
big bang, hand grenade, face melt
Find a way, and play the game if only to save yourself

Chorus A - K. Raydio
Masochist, you don’t see what’s become of the lies and treason
what’s your worth, now you are one of them
in the end, you can trust all you want
on the surface of smiles and the laughter it’s on
value brings all the treasures upon you
while you’re searching for a sign that’s beyond the beyond
question is do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia held you, or just leave and get gone


Verse 2 - Homeless
It’s all confusion, distracted disillusion
I pack a bag for the apocalypse and keep it movin’
Breakin’ my shackles was only half of the battle
I’ve been bucked off before, now I’m back in the saddle
I dried my bloody eyes, and never apologized
for usin’ my soap box and speakin’ my damn mind
Ask me if I care, if it leads to my demise
I’ma write a happy song when the statues are on their sides
You don’t make in America, you make it out alive
Shaved down, chewed up, spit out like cyanide
but I’m tired of bein’ saliva
while the magazine’s preachin’ who I’m supposed to admire
All that runnin’ in place, we deserve to be tired
Sayonara diorama, the robots have been rewired
I’m comin’ for the throne, so I can kick it on it’s side
and set fire to the palace while we eat the king alive

Chorus B - K. Raydio
Pacifist, you don’t see what you’ve done
by just standin’ back and watchin’ like the TV is on again
in the end you can stunt all you want, but the corners of your eyes
tell the tale of what’s wrong
magazines cast a shadow upon you,
of the smokescreen that is Hollywood, no one can follow you
question is, do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia had you, or just leave and get gone

Verse 3 - Homeless
loddy doddy, sick of the oligarchy
makes me wanna punch a politician, crash a fuckin’ party
get it, they speak in binary code
then pretend that we don’t know it when their record’s 1 and 0
Ain’t no wonder we take pride in swill and pills
It’s like provin’ to our peers, that we got more pain to kill
iller and possessed collectin’ personal effects
then we make it to the grave and see they burn us with the rest
sit back reflect still wonderin’ what’s next
see the people protest and they arrest the wrong suspect
testing, testing, is a difference ever made
when the grade is only based on the things that we say
I guess we’ll never know, call me stuck me stuck in my ways
I’m still speaking all the same, I give a fuck these days
Long winter wake up, code red, alarm sounding
is it too much to ask for us to not feel like we’re drowning

Chorus A - K. Raydio
Masochist, you don’t see what’s become of the lies and treason
what’s your worth, now you are one of them
in the end, you can trust all you want
on the surface of smiles and the laughter it’s on
value brings all the treasures upon you
while you’re searching for a sign that’s beyond the beyond
question is do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia held you, or just leave and get gone
Track Name: Get Gone (Radio Edit)
Verse 1 - Homeless
these days we got a loch ness problem
nobody sees the monster, but everybody’s watchin’
they wanna take my minutes, fill ‘em with slick talkin’
I ain’t got a single one to spare, ‘cause I been busy walkin’
on a line, Johnny Cashin’ a check
that my mouth wrote outta spite, while I was reachin’ for your neck
‘cause preachin’ that you’re the best, makes you weakest in the nest
I’ma sneak in through the cracks, and slit a throat while they rest
what can I say, guess I’m in a funny mood
got a hamster wheel mentality, feels like I never move
but I do, hide and seek for my muse
I get dizzy tryin’ to find her, she ain’t leavin’ many clues
Sold a soul, bought a voice-box of blues
Now I sing a sickly anthem, I’m lightin’ another fuse
big bang, hand grenade, face melt
Find a way, and play the game if only to save yourself

Chorus A - K. Raydio
Masochist, you don’t see what’s become of the lies and treason
what’s your worth, now you are one of them
in the end, you can trust all you want
on the surface of smiles and the laughter it’s on
value brings all the treasures upon you
while you’re searching for a sign that’s beyond the beyond
question is do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia held you, or just leave and get gone


Verse 2 - Homeless
It’s all confusion, distracted disillusion
I pack a bag for the apocalypse and keep it movin’
Breakin’ my shackles was only half of the battle
I’ve been bucked off before, now I’m back in the saddle
I dried my bloody eyes, and never apologized
for usin’ my soap box and speakin’ my damn mind
Ask me if I care, if it leads to my demise
I’ma write a happy song when the statues are on their sides
You don’t make in America, you make it out alive
Shaved down, chewed up, spit out like cyanide
but I’m tired of bein’ saliva
while the magazine’s preachin’ who I’m supposed to admire
All that runnin’ in place, we deserve to be tired
Sayonara diorama, the robots have been rewired
I’m comin’ for the throne, so I can kick it on it’s side
and set fire to the palace while we eat the king alive

Chorus B - K. Raydio
Pacifist, you don’t see what you’ve done
by just standin’ back and watchin’ like the TV is on again
in the end you can stunt all you want, but the corners of your eyes
tell the tale of what’s wrong
magazines cast a shadow upon you,
of the smokescreen that is Hollywood, no one can follow you
question is, do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia had you, or just leave and get gone

Verse 3 - Homeless
loddy doddy, sick of the oligarchy
makes me wanna punch a politician, crash a f*****’ party
get it, they speak in binary code
then pretend that we don’t know it when their record’s 1 and 0
Ain’t no wonder we take pride in swill and pills
It’s like provin’ to our peers, that we got more pain to kill
iller and possessed collectin’ personal effects
then we make it to the grave and see they burn us with the rest
sit back reflect still wonderin’ what’s next
see the people protest and they arrest the wrong suspect
testing, testing, is a difference ever made
when the grade is only based on the things that we say
I guess we’ll never know, call me stuck me stuck in my ways
I’m still speaking all the same, I give a f*** these days
Long winter wake up, code red, alarm sounding
is it too much to ask for us to not feel like we’re drowning

Chorus A - K. Raydio
Masochist, you don’t see what’s become of the lies and treason
what’s your worth, now you are one of them
in the end, you can trust all you want
on the surface of smiles and the laughter it’s on
value brings all the treasures upon you
while you’re searching for a sign that’s beyond the beyond
question is do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia held you, or just leave and get gone