Hillbilly Bomb Shelter

by Manganista

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1.
Get up, get out, Armageddon's arrived Choose your fate in any color, any size Black holes, shifting poles, or saviors saving certain souls We've got the cure for your demise Me and the boys are flippin' bunkers for bonkers We're way down yonder on the inside Instigatin' speculation Fixin' for your devastation Sellin' doomsday goldmines Furnishing the end, some peace of mind awaits, my friend Your act of God is covered by your pretty penny spend Furnishing the end, put your safety in my hands The bomb is ticking, get in while you can Time is running out, my brothers and my sisters The future's underground, tell Mother Earth you'll miss her Better hunker down in a hillbilly bomb shelter You'll be safe an sound in the end Furnishing the end, some just in case for who knows when Like taking candy from a baby, truth's an easy bend Furnishing the end, when sky don't fall and God don't send The good ol' boys will find new yarn to spin Time is running out, my brothers and my sisters The future's underground, tell Mother Earth you'll miss her Better hunker down in a hillbilly bomb shelter You'll be safe an sound in the end Waiting for the world to end
2.
Lend me a hand Tell me who I am The one who is primed to dig their head out of the sand A climber of tiers Someone without fears Maybe a man made out of smoke and mirrors I can be any kind of person those little voices could think I am Dance around in a conversation and never mention the master plan Takin' pills with a grain of salt, I'll entertain the helping hands I can be any kind of person you could think I am A company man Some guy in a band Whatever you see in me will be my new sham So throw me a line and I'll throw you mine The jack of no trade is a master of biding time I can be any kind of person those little voices could think I am Dance around in a conversation and never mention the master plan Takin' pills with a grain of salt, I'll entertain the helping hands I can be any kind of person you could think I am I know change is healthy But something in me cringes when it's closing in Like a defense mechanism Into the the unknown The helping hands push and pull me from the comfort zone With expectations I can fake but never own I can be any kind of person those little voices could think I am Dance around in a conversation and never mention the master plan Takin' pills with a grain of salt, I'll entertain the helping hands I can be any kind of person you could think I am
3.
Repetition 03:27
Woke up this morning to knockin' on my front door The same old way I heard the knockin' the day before Knock, knock Why don't you let me in? Knock, knock And do it all over again? I'll keep on knockin' til' it's time to knock some more (He said) I'll keep on knockin' til' it's time to knock some more I feel like now and then in repeating over and over again Repetition, who knows when we'll ever stop this train from going round the bend I'll give in just one more time and take the bait Tomorrow's gonna be the day the chain will break Knock, knock Where have I heard that before? Knock, knock With every knock on my door Yesterday wants another chance to be today (I said) Yesterday wants another chance to be today I feel like now and then in repeating over and over again Repetition, who knows when we'll ever stop this train from going round the bend I'm gonna wake up early with the dawn break And do the same thing I've been doin' every day I'm gonna bang my head til' I go insane Repetition, repeat it, rewind and play Repetition, repeat it, rewind and play
4.
Could this town be back on the rebound? Remembering way back when The back streets of Poplar and Fairmount Were home away on every weekend An old house and neighborhood playground A story that would never end But now fades inside my head I've been driving, synthesizing, watching the demise and peak Graffiti fights "we love City Heights" That's the heart of this town Feel the heart of this town beat Watching ghosts project on the screen Runnin' in and out of my head Come alive and blend in with the scene I can see something up ahead in that house down on Poplar somewhere Hitting like a chill in the air Grandad rocks back in his rocking chair I've been driving, synthesizing, watching the demise and peak Graffiti fights "we love city heights" That's the heart of this town Feel the heart of this town beat Art verses the graffiti, a fight to save the community Win the war with song and dance, this melting pot still has a chance Down on Home and Fairmount painted bright The concrete proudly says, "we love City Heights" Bringing this chapter to an end The clock strikes a new year at midnight And I can hear echoing decades While gunfire shoots through dimming street lights Another childhood memory fades Hear the sound of my old ghost town Whispering its last goodnights In the heart of City Heights I've been driving, synthesizing, watching the demise and peak Graffiti fights "we love city heights" That's the heart of this town Feel the heart of this town beat
5.
Nuts & Bolts 03:59
Clink And a clank Inside my tank Under the skin Man of steel Man of tin No man of Oz gonna make me feel like I have the beat of a heart within Just nuts and bolts inside Ain't got no feelin' I can call my own Rust and machinery An overrated walkin' bag of bones Just nuts and bolts inside Cus my heart's been broken and kicked around These nuts and bolts are all I've got to keep my life together now Wheels Rubber seals Skin and bone Pops and squeals On my own Off my back the monkeys flap and they chitter chat, but they got nothin' on the heart I lack Just nuts and bolts inside Ain't got no feelin' I can call my own Rust and machinery An overrated walkin' bag of bones Just nuts and bolts inside Cus my heart's been broken and kicked around These nuts and bolts are all I've got to keep my life together now Once upon a time I was more than just an instinct to survive Who knew you'd turn on a dime You stole my heart and left just nuts and bolts hangin' inside
6.
Bad Reggae 04:13
Stuck on an island where the land is always green A picture perfect movie scene At the Oasis hidden by the Waipouli I heard it calling out to me Back on the mainland I can feel the uptempo That races through the daily show Trying to hold on to a fading after glow That's playing through the radio At the Oasis hidden over by the sea I heard it calling out to me For just a moment I could swear it almost seemed Like I was back in Hawaii Cheer me up, Mr. island DJ I wanna hear some more bad Reggae Give me a shot of your sweet plastic and plain I wanna feel like I'm on vacation I think I'm building a toleration Every time that bad Reggae station plays Bad reggae, wash away the purist in me Bad reggae, take me back to Hawaii Bad reggae

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Brand new batch of Manga tunes about insomnia, gentrification, the American Dream, and more!

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released January 15, 2020

Matt Rhea - Lead and backing vox, keys, percussion, and shitty dub guitar on Nuts & Bolts

Ryan McMullen - Guitar

Jason Thomas - Bass, synth, guitar, backing vox

Dusty Norberg - Drums

All songs by Manganista, except the dudes in Fearless in Fairweather used to play City Heights so we're throwing some arranging credit their way too. Special thanks to Steve Moore for playing lap steel on Bad Reggae!

Recorded and mixed by Lance LaFave. Backing vox, most of the keys, percussion, and a few guitar parts recorded by Matt and Jason.

Mastered by JJ Golden

Album art by David Russell Talbott

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