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Fortunate

by Scott Shipley

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1.
InVincible 04:48
I want to stick it to the man Bah da da da, ba da da da, da da da I want to break every thing I can Bah da da da Cause I am invincible It's a crazy ass idea Ba da da I am invincible I plan to own the team this year Ba da da I want to tear up every plan Ba da da I want to fill a face with sand Ba da da So long it always takes so long To tune in to A summer station Sweet songs Fade and the signals gone Soundtrack to this Old frustration I will never be an also ran Ba da da I will be the shit that hits the fan Ba da da I am invincible Guess who gave me that idea Ba da da I am invincible I plan to the sell the team next year Faded The images are gone The end of This reputation Cradle Of everything we've done The last call for a Conversation Sweet songs Fade and the signals gone The soundtrack to This troubled nation So long The innocence is gone So tune in to A summer station
2.
Zoo 04:49
Let’s wax suicidal Break a few taboos to keep our names in the papers a little longer This world is our oyster This culture our zoo This drug that we’re taking getting stronger These feelings are tidal These musings askew The light blinding our eyes getting stronger This place is our castle This beach house our view The storm eye approaching a moment calmer BRIDGE In Imminent danger What have we got in store? An Imminent danger What do you take us for? Feeling so tribal Feeling so blue This chain to our anchor growing longer Staring down rivals Joining a crew Severing bonds to feel stronger Rain start pouring Down on top of our heads Now we're stuck in the mud Waters keep rising the end’s advertising We keep our eyes closed so we can’t see the flood Float right past us clear as day You won't give us the time You swimming away While throwing us shade And we’re doing our best to throw you a life line You fill your dreams with murder machines It’s a kick in the gas Smoke pouring out It’s a sad situation You fill up your tank with the pain of a nation Speeding in circles Can't find the brake Busy killing some time Counting up clicks While your rubbing your sticks You starting you a fire And stomping on the landmines This world is an oyster its culture this zoo The music the silence The struggle the violence The conflict of nations Destruction Creation The cradle (candle) keeps burning The world can't stop turning The promise to evolve The despair the resolve The crying the laughter Just what are we after The echos the distance Complacence Resistance
3.
We Fly 03:02
We were falling on Managua I think from the east The city rising up at us bright trees and heat Went weaving through the traffic in the streets of old Leon That smoky night As we took flight Trucks carts buses advertising Jesus for free These simple declarations in diesel relief The heart of Momotombo Sends burnt offerings to God So we can try to learn to fly. Bicycles horses motorcycles sway across the land A smiling Presidente reassures the common man Faces with no expression no intent to show their hand The dust will settle someday and we'll see... The waves that break upon the sand and pull us out to sea These grains that once were mountains mark their time and take their leave As we gaze upon the setting sun Our bindings loose their tie We're of a mind To learn to fly .... When the dust all settles one day than you'll see The markers of the generations Neatly stand in rows The consequences of our actions thorns upon the rose Our ever rising expectations Weigh upon our minds But still we try To learn to fly But still we try And so we fly Because we try We learn to fly
4.
Buzz 03:10
I see the Church I see the steeple I see 10 million wandering souls of now gone people I hear the buzz upon the wire The waves all propagate in ways to start a fire We don’t know what we’re missing till its gone I see the earth its cast of billions Dressed in blues and greens and stained with deep vermillion We carry on doing our thing We take our notes of times and days that cost us nothing I’m not sure what I’m missing but it’s gone Gently swaying in the soft serenade Look at the scenery all of this scenery Impatiently waiting for the parade the contestants an unsavory crowd Each one to a person to be made Not certain if we have it all I can admire the role if not the one The sun is up another Monday Been thinking about it since the start of Sunday The race is on I run through my day Keeping up the pace till I reach Friday We don’t know what we’re missing till its gone I see the Church I see the steeple I see 10 million wandering souls of now gone people I hear the buzz upon the wire The waves all propagate in ways to start a fire We don’t know what we’re missing till its gone We don’t know what we’re missing till we’re gone
5.
It’s really great to see you again Where has all the time gone? Mercy me how you have aged Has it really been that long? We weren’t born yesterday Anybody can see Are you feeling okay? How’s your health history It’s so nice that we could get together Can’t tell you how many times I wanted to call But you know how one day runs into another And those long summer days they keep getting shorter and suddenly turn into fall My my my Look at the time My my my Look at the time So you got a really great job Making plenty of dough A beautiful wife three lovely kids A house in the desert another one up in the snow Everything you could want Realized all your dreams Practically a savant So you ask what’s up with me? Well I guess I’m doing just about as good as you maybe even have just a little bit more I mean it's not like I’ve got anything to prove But since you just asked me I’m not really bragging but I’ll have to even the score. My my my Look at the time My my my Look at the time It’s been so nice to have this conversation Take this little walk down memory lane So we look kind of worn I didn’t really notice but its true Like we’ve been through a storm I barely recognized you I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve spent together We should do this again and again real soon Let's plan on some much finer weather I think I can fit you in some time I’ll look at my schedule well maybe next June My my my Look at the time My my my Look at the time
6.
Staring At every headlight On this highway tonight I’m struck by the weight of a world on a string Hearing A voice from my past echo off this glass Looking into rear view eyes that will not blink Could it be the alcohol That keeps me whistling in the dark? 10 years ago as I recall Now you’re back to give me the willies Hanging On each and every sign Marking out the time Looking for an exit that will get me off of Listening Your whispers in my ear The words I cannot hear I turn my head and see you here with me Maybe it’s the Adderall? That keeps us running in the dark The memory of when we hit the wall You’ve come again and given me the willies Here I was counting on a long gone friend I hope it’s just the alcohol Or these sedatives I take Still trying to prevent it all But I can’t find the brake And now you’ve gone and given me the willies And to think how I once called you my friend You know you’ve come and given me the willies Why can’t you stay my long gone friend?
7.
Wackadoodle 02:28
I got this theory I got this crazy idea A little out there But Something you gotta hear It has so many layers It might take a whole year To unpack my Wackadoodle point of view I’ve got this message That simply has to get through It’s taken over Everything I once knew It’s a little hard to follow But I’m sure you’ll approve Of my Wackadoodle point of view These crazy allegations Are floating around Everything being blown out of proportion It’s an epidemic unhygienic brain splitting sound Of a world lost in delusion and distortion (Deep State Baby) I got this notion I got this deep seeded fear Its paranoia That I feel is sincere It’s now so overwhelming It’s become my career This wackadoodle point of view We’re just some crazy bipeds Mucking about Making up some insane wildass stories The further from the facts we go The more we scream and shout Minds torn asunder while we suffer In our Glory (Hallelujah) Maybe all of these parts Don’t add up to the sum When I get like this my mind and mouth Can’t help but start to run So what if I’m marching to the clunk Of a broken beat up drum It’s just my Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby) “Kennedy was killed by space aliens” Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby) “Vaccination is mind control” Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby) “I’m surrounded by lizard people – somebody help me” Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby) “Don’t get me started on 5G”
8.
Volcano 04:08
I look for arrows I walk another mile Throw another crash dummy on the pile I'm locked and loaded I’m rolling up my sleeves Making my wax copy of your keys It's all a jumble But making common sense Talking up the past in a future tense You rise in anger You bout to blow your top You bubbling up fast got no way to stop I sing your classic songs I jump on back your truck I scream in perfect time but Should I jump in your volcano because You say so? Bridge Treat me like a virgin Treat me like a child Swallow me whole I'm a drug gone wild Let go of all this reason Liquid rock from solid stone Say a little prayer for me And watch me explode I buy my ticket I'm standing in your line I bathe in your heat wave to pass my time I'm all a quiver I'm barely in my seat Riding this tidal wave through the streets I follow closely Practicing every line Mixing your coconuts with my lime I've caught the drift now I'm sailing with the wind Floating my dreams closer to your pin I look for arrows I walk another mile Throw another crash dummy on the pile I'm locked and loaded I’m rolling up my sleeves Making my wax copy of your keys It's all a jumble But making common sense Talking up the past in a future tense You rise in anger You bout to blow your top You bubbling up fast got no way to stop I move my lips to pray Clap my hands in time I step up to the edge We move our lips to pray Clap our hands in time We step up to the edge

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released February 19, 2021

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Hails from the northernmost reaches of NY. It's called the North Country and it's beautiful. Any more north and we'd be in Canada. Which is nice too.

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