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Another experience off the music bucket list!! The show was completely amazing. Dirty J and Duddy B made the show so entertaining and lively. They even played 5 new songs from their new album and it was awesome.. I think people were impressed how many lyrics I knew. I was in general admission and I still could see well and get into it like the band did.

After this performance I plan on seeing them every year on all their upcoming tours. Completely amazed by them and so happy that I got to finally see them live!! It was an awesome show as always.

The venue was amazing, first time attending a concert at Highmark Stadium. Weather was great. One tiny complaint, and it's not really a complaint. I just wish there were less bands playing, 4 bands in one night is a lot and leaves such a tight time crunch.

All the bands there were amazing and I wouldn't be able to choice which one had to go. Just a suggestion. The Dirty Heads were so rad! I got there about two hours early to get a good spot, and it was worth it!

I was in the very front row and their set was amazing. I love their vibe and sound, they were great! After the show we got posters and CDs signed by them, I even got pictures with them!

They were all so nice and down to earth, these guys are definitely worth seeing live. First time I've had the pleasure of seeing this nasty wicked band. I know. Shitty right? However, I told myself I wouldn't miss them again and Pepper is always on point.

Great show. Nice venue, shit beer and security fucking blew nuts. But I'll continue to not miss Dirty Head shows! Music was good, enjoyed the venue until they came on, then the money spent on front row seats was worthless, the bouncers quit keeping people from blocking the view. Would have loved to hear more of the Dirty Heads and less opening bands.

Four hours of live music was good. Well they hadn't been on ship for about two weeks, I'm sure it was not three, when his true love sat down and began to weep and mourn most bitterly.

Says are you weepin' for my silver or my gold? Says are you weepin' for my store? Or are you weepin' for that house carpenter whose face you'll never see no more? No, I'm not weepin' for your silver or your gold. Or neither for your store. I am weepin' for my darling little babe whose face I'll never see no more. Well they hadn't been on ship for about three weeks, I'm sure it was not four, when they sprung a leak in the bottom of the ship and it sunk for to rise no more.

The Dutch Boy My heart it goes out to that poor little Dutch boy who stopped a great flood with the tip of his thumb. Through parades and medals he felt no joy and took to his bed with a bottle of rum. The queen she arrived in her motorcade to give the good Dutch boy a commemorative pen, but he watched as the milkmaids all withered and grayed and he knew that the waters must rise again.

Because the world is made up of milk and scissors, milk and scissors in a spiraling chain. Milk and scissors like a cheap squirting flower, milk and scissors like worms when it rains.

Sat on the toilet reading "The Trial. Midget cars arrived stuffed with clowns who served him quail eggs on toast. There was a king who never laughed. Fell in love with a two-headed calf.

Filled his bath with razor blades. Tattooed his arm with the ace of spades, but the grass made fun of his shoes. There was king who cried and cried.

Mice crawled in his shoes to die. He cried so much that herds of deer gathered to lick his salty tears so the king crawled under his bed.

Like a fish at the bottom of a pail, like a cricketswallowed by a whale, like a chipmunk who's chewed off his tail, the king who wouldn't smile. Seventeen that spring and confined to her room. At night her heart pounded holes in her chest. Death, like a bird, was building its nest. She'd laughed at the graveyard on one sip of wine and kept a pet duck till the cat crushed its spine. But, waltzing one night in a red velvet dress, she noticed a whistling down in her chest.

Propped up on pillows, she watched the snow fall, trying to picture an end to it all. By spring there'd be picnics and merry-go-rounds, but she'd be nothing but bones in the ground. And so, on the last day of her short life, Emily called for her father's penknife.

She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair and braided a watch chain for father mother to wear. Sure there's seconds of pleasure but so many moments of pain. And you can't snap your fingers and you don't talk so straight. You want to be loved, but you probably can't make it anyway. Now the ground is cold and there's no fire around.

An absence of fire and you're just cold. And I've seen this dog in my sleep. He chases my father too, when he dreams between the sheets. But, we all think it's time for you to quit. Take a last swig of that cabernet. But, I tell you my friend I won't forget you. And the world's not clean, but they get mad when you're dirty.

If you've handled some food, you better wash up. Like a 3-legged dog you got three feet. You can't walk fast or fuck, but you still get in heat.

You can't wag your ears or flap your tail, but I still see you wandering down by the wishing well. When the ground was young and caves were cold, you've stayed out all night and you're just too old.

I even recall the color of your dress. Deep blue like the evening sky, I was captured, I confess. I didn't think you'd treat me like you did the rest. I remember the night you told me I was the one. Those loving words and the promises we made. But, before that night was done, I'd find out you were just having fun and from the start you never planned to stay.

Now darlin' I feel I'm going out of my mind. Can't last another day without you. I wish my foolish heart could find somebody new, but I just can't stop loving you. Amelia Earhart vs. And as the cockpit burned, her hair filled with sparks, but when the glass exploded in, everything went dark.

And as the cockpit burned, she couldn't help but smile, recalling a dancing bear she'd seen as a child. But that dream where you're falling you've had since you're five is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye. Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass. I loved him better each time he crashed. Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed certain that Skylab would fall on her head. One night I dreamed that I dug my own grave and climbed down inside to patiently wait.

Down in the ground I breathed the warm air and blackbirds flew down to nest in my hair. What is moving will be still. What's been gathered will disperse. What's been built up will collapse. All your dreams fulfilled. Here's a good chunk of lyrics. Why not make a purchase and help us pay the electric bill? Okay, I know, you can't remember the last time you bought a CD All lyrics here are written by Rennie Sparks unless noted.

Are you with me now? When that cement truck, the mixer turning slow Drove right past me dripping in the road That swollen body spinning in circles I stopped and watched it roll, roll and groan Were you with me then, my friend?

When I swam alone that night, late summer dusk The air so warm and still, the water wide and dark Something brushed against me, I splashed and kicked in fright Such cold hands upon me, underwater vines Were you with me then, my friend?

We found his car by the roadside later that day mirrored sunglasses, roses and wine laid on the empty seat, as he slowly drove by He left his lights burning. He left his perfect lawn His automatic sprinklers about to switch on Did he find a black glove on the cliffs by the bay? Why would he leave us, why would he leave us this way? This image on repeat; A mouth that cannot speak. A huge force pressing in.

A giant, looming fist. He came riding fast, like a phoenix out of fire-flames. He came dressed in black, with a cross bearing my name. He came bathed in light and splendour and glory. He said, Dance for me, fanciulla gentile. He said, Laugh a-while, I can make your heart feel. He said, Fly with me, touch the face of the true god, and made me cry with joy at the depth of my love,.

And my love will stay until the river bed runs dry, and my love lasts as long as the sun shines in blue sky, and I love him longer as each damn day goes, but the man is gone, and heaven only knows,.

Is he near? Is he far? So long day, so long night, oh lord, be near me tonight. Why did I come here? Please tell me again Why did you ask me? I long for, I long for I long for my home I long for a land where No man was known. Oh love, you were a sickly child and how the wind knocked you down. Put on your spurs, swagger around in the desperate kingdom of love. Holy water cannot help you now. Your mysterious eyes cannot help you. Selling your reason will not bring you through the desperate kingdom of love.

I learn from you how to hide from the desperate kingdom of love. As soon as I am left alone the devil wanders into my soul and I pretend to myself — I pretend to myself. I go out to the old mile-stone insanely expecting you to come there knowing that I wait for you there — that I wait for you there.

Come here at once! Come on a night with no moon because all of my being is now pining — all of my being is now pining. Let me give you a little kiss, and he came knelt down before him and fell upon his knees said, I will give you gold and mountains if you stay awhile with me,. There inside the garden they kissed and the sun rose and he walked a little further and he found he was alone and the wind it gathered round him he was thinking of his sins he was looking at his songbird and he was looking at his wings.

How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs — our land is ploughed by tanks and feet marching.

How is our glorious country sown? Not with wheat and corn — How is our glorious land bestowed? And what is the glorious fruit of our land? Its fruit is deformed children. What is the glorious fruit of our land? Its fruit is orphaned children. Take me back to England and the grey, damp filthiness of ages, fog rolling down behind the mountains, and on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains. Let me walk through the stinking alleys to the music of drunken beatings, past the Thames River, glistening like gold hastily sold for nothing.

Let me watch night fall on the river, the moon rise up and turn to silver, the sky move, the ocean shimmer, the hedge shake, the last living rose quiver. Who is left that writes these days?

Cheating, lying since the day you were born. Someone oughta rinse it out with soap. No kind words are coming out of your mouth. Plenty goes in but nothing good comes out. Badmouth, sad mouth, you were an unhappy child. Your lips taste of poison. Everything is poison. This is the ministry of remains fizzy drinks cans, magazines broken glass, a white jawbone syringes, razors, a plastic spoon human hair, a kitchen knife and the ghost of a girl who runs and hides.

See them sitting in the rain as the sky is darkening. Three lines of traffic edge past The Ministry of Social Affairs. At a junction, on the ground an amputee and a pregnant hound sit by young men with withered arms as if death had already passed. Oh ghost moth, hear me, hear me Oh pale moth, shield me, shield me I hear you beating, beating I feel you in me, in me. Oh ghost moth, hear me, hear me Oh pale moth, shield me, shield me I hear you beating, beating I feel you leaving, leaving.

High above the mountain an eagle is calling down to the soldier who falters a soldier on the ground. A restlessness took hold my brain, and questions I could not hold back. An orange monkey on a chain on a bleak uneven track. A happy chaos carried on and old men and young boys smiled, and worked until the day was gone.

Packs of sandy-coloured dogs walked streets that looked like building sites, but piles of rocks and dust and smog could not block out a different light. When I returned I ran to meet the monkey, but his face had changed.

He stood before me on two feet. The track was now a motorway. Hit her with a hammer teeth smashed in red tongues twitching look inside a skeleton.

My fingers sting where I feel your fingers have been ghostly fingers moving my limbs. And they came to the river and they came from the road and he wanted the sun just to call his own and they walked on the dirt and they walked from the road till they came to the river till they came up close.

And we walked without words and we walked with our lives two silent birds circled by,. And we followed the river and we followed the road and we walked through this land and we called it a home but he wanted the sun and I wanted it all and the white light scattered and the sun set low,.

This world tonight is mine. A world to be remembered in. Speak to me of universal laws The whores hustle and the hustlers whore All around me people bleed Speak to me your song of greed. Little people at the amusement park City people in the dark Speak to us, send us a sign Tell us something to keep us trying.

Catherine liked high places — high up on the hills — a place for making noises, noises like the whales. Here she built a chapel with her image on the wall — and a place where she could rest and a place where she could wash — and listen to the wind blow.

She was patron-saint of nothing just a woman of the hills, but she once was a lady of pleasure, and high-born — a lady of the city — but now she sits and moans — and listens to the wind blow.

I see her in her chapel high up on the hill. A handsome one, a dear? A rich one for the lady — someone to listen with? I have seen and done things I want to forget — soldiers fell like lumps of meat, blown and shot out beyond belief.

This was something else again. I fear it cannot be explained. The words that maketh murder. Does it have to be a life full of dread? Can you hear them — the helicopters? No need for words now we sit in silence. You look me in the eye directly. You met me. Night and day I dream of making-love to you — love-making on-screen.

An impossible dream. What were you wanting? You must leave before the sunrise over skyscrapers. This evening. The sin. I was born in the desert. Jesus, come closer, I think my time is near. I have lain with the devil and cursed God above, and forsaken heaven to bring you my love.

Mary, Mary what your man said washing in all over my head Mary, Mary hold on tightly over water, under the sea. We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was excess And somehow I lost touch When you went out of sight When you got lost into the city Got lost into the night. So will we die of shock? Die without a trial Die on Good Friday While holding each other tight This is kind of about you This is kind of about me We just kind of lost our way But we were looking to be free.

When under ether the mind comes alive conscious of nothing but the will to survive. The woman beside me is holding my hand I point at the ceiling she smiles so kind.

White chalk south against time White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme I walk the valleys by the Cerne on a path cut fifteen hundred years ago. In the night I look for love. I get my strength from the man above. God of piston, god of steel, god is here behind my wheel —. They look good in my steel machine —.

I go around doing good. People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers, in a sad circus beside a trench of burning oil. I talked to an old man by the generator, standing on the gravel by the fetid river. He turned to me, then surveyed the scene, said, war is here in our beloved city. Some dove in the river and tried to swim away through 10, tonnes of sewage, fate written on their foreheads,.

We are waiting for the summer The sun will bring back treasures for us Come on my friend, drink to good times Golden wishes to your health and mine. We lean against railings, describing the colours and the smells of our homelands, acting like lovers. How did we get here? To this point in living?

I held my breath, and you said something. A Line in the Sand How to stop the murdering? I believe we have a future to do something good. A Perfect Day Elise He got lucky one time hitting with the girl in room You can stick it up your fucking ass! It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen still lying out there in the open as we, advancing in the sun sing, Death to all and everyone. Angelene My first name, Angelene. My first name, Angeline. Bitter Branches Bitter branches spreading out.

Black Hearted Love I think I saw you in the shadows. I remember the things you said. Come along Billy, come to me. Till the light shines on me I damn to hell every second you breathe. Chain of Keys Fifteen keys hang on a chain. A circle is broken, she says. Cracks in the Canvas How do we cope with the days after a death?

Cracks in the canvas look like roads that never end. Dollar, Dollar A boy stares through the glass. Electric Light The beauty of her under electric light. England I live and die through England. Which one is guilty?

Rules and regulation…. Delilah my babe! Horses in my Dreams Horses in my dreams like waves, like the sea They pull out of here they pull, they are free I rode a horse around the world along the tracks of a train broke the record, found the gold set myself free again I have pulled myself clear Horses in my dreams like waves, like the sea On the tracks of a train set myself free again I have pulled myself clear.

I need you mother. More than ever. In the Dark Places We got up early, washed our faces, walked the fields and put up crosses, Passed through the damned mountains, went hellwards, and some of us returned, and some of us did not. Is this Desire? Mana Provided 3. Can't Sit Here 4. They Don't Even Know Provided.



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