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Boom-Boom (Demo)
02:43
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White Trash Folk: Boom-Boom
Lyrics and Music by Rick Shelton
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Mikey’s in the basement and he’s cookin’ up some more
He’s got his ol’ lady’s little dog shaking in the back
Its coat’s turned green since they moved into this shack
Mikey fills prescriptions in his little dark room
He filled them too fast and then the trailer went BOOM
The mess was so big you couldn’t sweep it with a broom
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!
1 chant 2 chant shoutin’ out loud
Mikey’s little robe is just as white as a cloud
He’s got a crooked little cross banded scarlet on his arm
He says he’s gonna get’cha but he won’t do no harm
Burned his cross so bright in the blanket of the night
That he woke up with his bed in ashes on his right
Torched the whole trailer, now there’s nothing left in sight
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!
1 potato 2 potato 3 potato chips
Mikey’s taking pictures of all the little kids
He’s got a big van belching out black and gray smog
He’ll give you a lollipop if you help him find his dog
Bodies in the basement, sleeping under floor
Woke up to the FBI busting down his door
Hauled him off and said “You ain’t a free man no more!”
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!
1 bitch 2 butch bunkmate gin
Mikey’s doing 25 to life in the pen
He’s got his commissary smokes and a toilet full of wine
He’s lookin’ for Jesus to help cut down his time
Once the 22nd of June rolls around
He’ll be up for parole and might be comin’ to your town
And you’ll know that’s ol’ Mikey when you hear the boomin’ sound
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!
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2. |
Alone (Demo)
04:19
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White Trash Folk: Alone
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
The chair it squeaks in protest
Saying “I’ll move for no man”
And the dust that’s settled on surfaces adds
“Hey I’m good where I am”
Peering out into the twilight
The window lets go of a sigh
Feeling its age and cracking its neck
The faucet feels ready to cry
And they’re all alone, They’re all alone
This house ain’t no home, when they’re all alone
Yeah they’re all alone
Magazines piled in tribute
To a childhood left out in the rain
All muddied and tracked with yesterday’s prints
Dried into forgettable stains
And they’re all alone
Nick-nacks and paddy-whacks and dog bones
And other cluttered forget-me-nots
In the back room are congregating in mourning
Past air balls and missed big shots
Saying this house ain’t no home
And we’re all alone
Another failed intervention
By the shirts hanging over the door
Leads to a blood orgy of wrinkled old fragments
Of closet spilled out on the floor
‘Cause he just can’t take it no more
And he’s all alone
Photograph albums turned yellow
A tomb of a tome of regret
For his mother, his father, his sons and his daughters
It shoots a look he’ll not forget
From the pages all snotty and wet
Sobbing we’re all alone, we’re all alone
This house ain’t no home, when we’re all alone
We’re all alone
Yeah, we’re all alone
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3. |
Escape Velocity (Demo)
04:22
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White Trash Folk - Escape Velocity
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
7 miles per a second
420 miles in a minute
25,200 miles per hour
604,800 miles in a day
But 62 miles is all I've got to reach
Oh-oh escape velocity is all I need to achieve
To get me right the hell out of here
I've burned my bridges, smoked out some witches,
Then I gave away & went &spent up almost all of my riches
And yet I still can't bite back this fear
I have cast my vote that I will try to abstain
There's nothing I can do to make sense of this plane
I'm gonna need to guns for this one
To ensure total irradication of my brains
I'll need two guns to blow out all of my brains
Or maybe, just maybe I can escape
7 miles per a second
420 miles in a minute
25,200 miles per hour
604,800 miles in a day
Only just under 9 seconds to go
Trust your mechanics and doctors from the heart
They fix you up real nice, "See you next week for the next part"
I'm sick of these pushers, car dealers, shady pimps, and dirty whores
And I don't wanna live on this planet anymore
No, I want to go
7 miles per a second
420 miles in a minute
25,200 miles per hour
604,800 miles in a day
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4. |
'Merica! (Demo)
03:06
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‘Merica!
By White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
It isn’t easy always being on top
No it ain’t easy calling all the shots
It’s not easy always being the alpha dog
It ain’t easy being the wheel to all you cogs, but I
I’ll make all the decisions, even the ones against my own interest
I will decide who gets to live, who gets to die
I’ve got the biggest balls so I will make all the calls
Challenge my authority, you’ll find you’re the minority, because
My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad
My dog can beat up your dog too
My friends can beat up your friends, my kids can beat up your kids
And my God can beat up your God too, Beat up your God too
I’ve got you covered when it comes to how to live
Don’t bother with advice, it’s orders that I give
And I will take all the help I can get
Just don’t expect return compensation for any of it
Ignore my noise pollution, or face my final solution
My time is of the greatest worth and I’m busy building hell on Earth
I’ve followed the plan by the book, and my foundation can’t be shook
Though it’s hard to see beyond my nose just where it is this wild goose goes and
My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad
My dog can beat up your dog too
My friends can beat up your friends, my kids can beat up your kids
My God can beat up your God too, Yeah
My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad
My song can beat up your song too
My guns can beat up your guns, My boots can beat up your boots
My God can beat up your God too
My friends can beat up your friends, my kids can beat up your kids
My Job can beat up your Job too
My church can beat up your church, my book can beat up your book
And my God can beat up your God too, Beat up your God too!
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5. |
Numb (Demo)
02:47
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Numb by White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
I'm all out of motivation
My drive has taken off it’s gone and it's left me here
I'm too knocked out for navigation
So I sit back and I let the auto-pilot steer
So what's the worst thing that could happen?
Most likely it's nothing at all
I've fallen too far for to climb back up
And I've climbed far too high for to fall
(Riff, repeat verse progression)
It seems I'm out of desperation
My inherent will is gone and it won't come back
I'm too choked up for conversation
My tongue is twisted and my lips are brittle cracks
So what's the worst thing that could happen?
Most likely it's something so small
I've fallen too far for to climb back up
And I've climbed far too high for to fall
*This is where I start playing the riff as power chords
(Riff, repeat verse progression)
I'm too far gone for salutations
I've lost my hello's and goodbye's in a single wave
I'm filled with passive aggravations
Someone has wrecked all of my back roads that should not be paved
But what's the worst thing that could happen?
When you quit the game you can't drop the ball
I've fallen too far for to climb back up
And I've climbed far too high for to fall
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6. |
Stupid Questions (Demo)
03:32
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Stupid Questions
By White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
There was a man lived on my road, cancer was eating at his throat
And his insides and he lived in pain each day and every night
Hospice made him comfortable for a few months then disposable
He became just because he wouldn’t die on time
So they took his 02 machine, and pain meds, and said goodbye
If we lived in Great Britain, or Canada, or Sweden
Universal health care would take care (Of him)
But we live in the good ol’ US of A
Where you don’t get to live if you can’t pay
It’s survival of the richest and their heirs
Should having good health be a human right?
Should we all pay to help our neighbors fight for their lives?
In the face of logic, tragedy and crimes…
How are these still questions in our times?
How are these still questions in our times?
My friend Nikki wanted the right to influence her health and life
And to choose whether or not to create on, and at what time
She got pregnant anyway her Doctor said, “If you carry all the way
To term, it’s certain you or the child will die,”
“But doing anything to save you is illegal,” he sighed.
If she lived in Belgium, or Tunisia, or Sweden
A woman’s choice would find her still walking this Earth But
Rich white men all have a book whose words’ foundation won’t be shook
So both Heather and her baby died while she gave birth
When it comes to their body and life, should women have a voice?
Should powerful men get to stand between every female and her choice?
In the face of logic, tragedy, and crimes…
How are these still questions in our times?
HOW are these still questions in our times?
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7. |
American Dream (Demo)
03:42
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American Dream by White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
Waking up with bowl in hand
I survey the mountain of empty cans
And I can see that things are not quite what they seem
Take a little trip to the kitchen sink
Move the dishes so I can take a leak
And that's when I realize this is the American dream
Forgot to go shopping for a month
So it's ramen and canned cream corn for lunch
But that's alright, because I'll likely drink my dinner tonight
I'm probably gonna die when I'm 43
But that doesn't really bother me
I've not helped anyone but I've had my fun alright
I'm wasted and I'm wasting
the best years of my life
while you were busy saving up
I was barely scraping by
I'm wasting and I've wasted
the last decade of mine
Go ahead and go grow up
I'm gonna stay here just getting high
And tryin' to get bye
And wondering why
Got my link card so I can always eat
10 dollar Wal Mart shoes on my feet
One more stamp on my card and I get a free McCafe
None of this is my fault, you see
I'm just a victim of locality
And I never asked to be here, it's just always been that way
I don’t read I don’t write or think for myself
I take pills by the pound for my mental health
And I form all my views by watching Fox News all day
But the longer I stare at this half empty cup
The more I think maybe I should just give up
If life’s a gift, what’s the return policy anyway?
I'm wasted and I'm wasting
the best years of my life
while you were saving up
I was barely scraping by
I'm wasting and I've wasted
the last decade mine
Go ahead and go grow up
I'm gonna stay here just getting high
And tryin' to get bye
And wondering why
I’m wasting my life
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8. |
Donor (Demo)
03:46
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White Trash Folk: Donor
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
Another day, another “X”
This calendar’s become my hex
I’m reminded that I always play the fool
You say you’ll visit & say you’ll call
But with each new cross upon this wall
I’m reminded that you’re so selfish and cruel
And I lie awake at night
Replaying each embittered fight
And I wonder should I ask you here to stay
Or should I tell you “please just go away”
Once upon a time she would
Look to me like no babe should
With eyes so large and wet and full of fright
She wondered why you were not there
To rub her back and kiss her hair
And whisper lullabies and sweet goodnights
Yet even with her brilliant mind
She couldn’t comprehend your crimes
Until “mother” became just another dirty word
Now there’s no pain in her chest
But still I wonder if it’s best
Or if her aloof demeanor’s just absurd
And I lie awake at night
Replaying each embittered fight
And I wonder should I ask you here to stay
Or should I tell you “please just go away”
Now I watch her run & laugh & play
And greet each new awaking day
Like it’s her last or the first she’d ever seen
I feel her love and hear her cries
And with each one I realize
More and more now you’re nothing but an old bad dream
And I lie awake at night
Replaying each embittered fight
And I wonder should I ask you here to stay
Or should I tell you “please just go away”
Yes I wonder should I ask you here to stay
Or should I tell you “please just go away”…
Oh, just go away.
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Truth Is Stranger Than Depiction by White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about life
And wondering what it all means
But I’m still not sure if any of it is real
Or if it’s all just another bad dream
One possible conclusion is it’s an illusion
And you’re all figments of my imagination, and this station Doesn’t seem to have a clear train of thought out of this
State of confusion that I’ve disillusioned myself into
With a fusion of consciousness and uncertainty
And it’s blinding me, caught up in a net of lies in an ocean of
Truth is a relative concept
Based on experience and perception
When so many choose to neglect
Basically you’re fucked from the moment of conception
Until your expiration date
Late at night my mind makes allusion to a revolution
Who couldn’t have guessed as much?
But it’s thoughts like that that make me question my knack
For pulling out the slack and keeping my mind in touch
With reality, because from what I’ve seen
Revolution’s nothing more than a waning pipe dream
And it’s frightening how enlightening it can be
Just to give the fuck up
I want to give the fuck up
Because the world’s controlled by people
Treating people like they’re not people
And doing all they can to cover up the proof
And I want to free the people from the people that aren’t people
But I don’t even know how without having a way to show the people the
Truth is a relative concept
Based on experience and perception
When so many choose to forget
Basically you’re fucked from the moment of conception
Until your expiration date
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10. |
Role Models (Demo)
03:53
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White Trash Folk: Role Models
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
Little girl thinks she
Has to be as perfect as the
Pages in her magazines and
Pictures on her TV screen
They’re a lie,
Made-up and all make-believe
Put there by the boogeymen
To make her want to be like them
You can’t deny it, but you ignore it every time
Pretty dolls, pretty
Posters, pretty role models
Tell her “Self-esteem can make you choke”
With their fingers down her pretty throat
She feels ashamed
Behind her mask of facial paint
Scarlet tears run down her leg
Wet kisses from her razor blade
She can’t deny them, but she’ll try to hide them every time
I want to see the make-up kits
And diet pills around her room
Glowing in the backyard
Belching blackened smoke and toxic fumes
Every day, they reiterate
“She’ll never love, she’s too ugly”
I wish she’d tell them to fuck off
Because she’s beautiful to me
Little boy, looking
In the mirror, feeling weak
He isn’t good at sports
He’s got bad posture and crooked teeth
They beat him down
And beat him out of Illinois
Just because he dresses weird and
Gets turned on by other boys
You can’t deny it, but you despise it every time
GI Joes, football posters
Handsome role models
Tell him “Confidence can make you sweat”
With an extension chord around his neck
He feels alone
Pale complexion, skin and bones
Putting on his favorite song
He eats the pills that make him strong
He can’t deny it, but he could spite it if he tried
I want to see the protein shakes
And steroids lying his room
Glowing in the backyard
Belching blackened smoke and toxic fumes
Every day, they reiterate
“He’s a stupid, faggot, pussy, freak”
I wish he’d tell them to eat shit
Because he’s fucking cool to me
Little girl, their words can cut you deep but it’s up to you
If they leave behind a scar
Little boy, they can knock you down, but if you get back up
You can go so so far
You can’t deny it, take one good look and you’ll see
It’s really THEM that are so goddamn ugly
You could hide it, but if you fight it you’ll be free
Because you’re fucking cool to me
You can’t deny it, but you can spite it you’ll see
It’s them that are so damn ugly
And you’re beautiful to me
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11. |
Bridges (Demo)
04:32
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White Trash Folk/Derek Fuller: "Bridges"
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton and Derek Fuller
Foundations crumble, and houses they fall down
Even ghosts can go and leave nothing in this town
The water may rise, but the tides always fade away
And flowers bloom, but they've gotta turn brown again some day
So we'll pack our bags, I'll head West if you go East
It's not such an easy thing, no not in the very least
So go follow the sunrise, and I will go chase the moon
Maybe we'll meet again but not so very soon
If you don't burn a few bridges
You'll just keep walking the same old roads
And where the path untraveled leads to
Is a future you'll never know
So put the match to timbers
Reduce that bridge to embers
And don't forget to laugh while you're watching it burn
No don't forget to laugh while you're watching it burn
The leaves they fall but they always grow back again
A man can't be truly good, until he's has his share of sin
The sun gave us life, some day it will burn us all
Like mountains standing strong, we can still crumble and fall
Was it one of Time's oldest secrets, that dug into our hearts
And kept us all growing, until we grew so far apart?
Did we stay up too late, or have one too many epiphanies,
Or stare too hard out at the ocean, until we drifted like the seas?
If you don't burn a few bridges
You'll just keep walking the same old roads
And where the path untraveled leads to
Is a future you'll never know
So put the match to timbers
Reduce that bridge to embers
And don't forget to laugh while you're watching it burn
No don't forget to laugh while you're watching it burn
Please think of me and laugh while you're watching it burn
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12. |
Sirens (Demo)
05:05
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Sirens by White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
We stood on the edge of town
I’ll never forget the sound
Of the sirens and screams
As that old barn burned down to the ground
And the embers fell like summertime snow all around
All the people stood side by side
And I wept when my mama cried
And she said, “It’s okay my son,
There was no one trapped inside.”
But as the people around me fell to their knees
I knew that mama lied
Ain’t it funny how the peacocks scream just like people
As they burn alive
In the paper that Sunday
A list of all the lives and history now blown away
And their memories slowly start to fade
Like ashes on the weeping wind of yesterday
I was walking on the edge of town
I’ll never forget the sound
Of the sirens and cries
As that ambulance raced down
To your street and it parked outside your house
I remembered in seventh grade
We had a Valentine’s Day date
And we took so much shit
For being from different race
I told you to never give a damn about
Any of them in the first place
At your funeral that Sunday
Your grandmother and I spoke of how you passed away
You let them get in your head
Smoked a whole pack of Reds, then passed out in your bed
Asthma got you again
Now your memory slowly starts to fade
Like ashes on the weeping wind of yesterday
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It Could Have Been Worse by White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton
I stand before you a man wasted
Stripped and naked, to the bare bones of my soul
The Universe knows I’ve done some terrible things in my life
And I’ve taken some terrible things as a toll
I’ve been mocked and beaten, had a gun held to my head
I’ve been held down and fucked in the dirt
As the shoved my face down harder screaming faggot and queer
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, even though it hurt
I knew what they did was so fucking wrong
That for once, I wish I’d told my mom
Because she might have actually finally stood up for me
A few years later I started to question my church
Mysterious ways weren’t enough for me
The kids in my bible class were so goddamned wicked and cruel
They’d say “No one could love someone so damn ugly”
The very last time I ever stepped foot into that place
They apologized and invited me to their games upstairs
But then they pulled my pants down in front of the girls
-and kicked the shit out of me
And said “Go run and tell! No one fucking cares!”
The pain hurt so fucking bad
That for once, I wish I’d told my dad
Because he might have actually finally stood up for me
But it could have been worse
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