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RIVET GUN

by Rivet Gun

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1.
Clenched In Hell's Teeth 04:04
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Sliding down sand dunes inside my mind Memories erode, wash out like piss in wine Thought fragments snag-ged on jagged lines Tortured words mangled in ragged rhymes Keep moving ahead she said No looking back she said There is only one failure for you And that is not to be true Half-dead ag-ed cockle soaked in liquor Waves of lewd sounds batter its brittle cladder Swelled, distorted quelled and spitting sulfur Pul-sating suffocating flailing under Keep moving ahead she said No looking back she said There is only one failure for you And that is not to be true Bobbing, treading in The middle of an ocean No horizon, no direction Once I was invincible Now the tingle is numb Keep moving ahead she said No looking back she said There is only one failure for you And that is not to be true Frantic scrambles behind the scenes, a dream Round-robin throbbing, random seeding Hot sweating, getting colder, older seizing Drenched, clenched in Hell’s teeth raw and bleeding Keep moving ahead she said No looking back she said There is only one failure for you And that is not to be true Keep moving ahead she said No looking back she said There is only one failure for you And that is not to be true
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Hanging In The Flame 03:28
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Feel the rope grip your throat Tension squeezing out your breath Taut whispers fill your ear Singing as you dangle there Fear says object there is none Passion plays not for everyone Time’s lullaby counts you down Coming due, coming back around You’re hanging there dear By your arms not your neck You’re not too old, no not yet Let the heat crawl up your leg Hanging in the flame It’s a fixed game, a world of pain No gain, the rules aren’t the same Holster your ego and take it Spread your brass on the table Drink yourself into blackness Hurtle your heels into darkness Launched off the hot macadam No plan, no return, a blazen madman You’re hanging there dear By your arms not your neck You’re not too old, no not yet Let the heat crawl up your leg Hanging in the flame Don’t let it burn but don’t forget This feeling, your appetite whet Light both ends of your cigarette Two feet above the lick of it Don’t get burned Don’t get burned Hold on Hanging in the flame Take my hand Take my hand Hold on Hanging in the flame
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Civil Service Is Gone 03:31
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Civil service is gone Self service is on The circle is inner An order of peckers Shouting on Twitter White lies, black lives Red-blue fault lines Fat cat aristocrat Where have you gone Mr. Washington Remember the shot In Schoolhouse Rock Stand erect, genuflect Elect then respect Left-right, right-left The beat on the street Is fleeting at best You say goodbye And I say hello Is anybody in there? Are you there Mr. Floyd? United States calling Spit-balling Click he's hung up On Big Swinging Dick Mr. Floyd, Mr. Cruz M.T. Greene clues Post it, say it Make ‘em deny it Amplify the Big Lie It was a landslide I’m just a Bill A confederate still Told to march on Capitol Hill Trust the plan Stan Super spread the word Fraud, stop the steal Sixty courts of appeals Said no-no-no Tweets don’t make it so Release the Kraken Incite a gang bang What’s that you said Mr. Lincoln Nature’s better angels Are already dead Proud Boys seen Fleeing the scene QAnon Shaman He only eats Organic meats Call the peach state Impeach no way, hey Find me 12k What lesson left Mr. Gorbachev Tear down this wall March on the Mall Long lost glasnost Nation of dysfunction Turns a blind eye To you, youth, truth Defend the defensible Mend the fence poles Don’t ask just place A mask on your face What words of wisdom Mother Mary’s son Civil service is gone Self service is on Civil service is gone Self service is on Civil service is gone Self service is on
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Just A Fish Swimming In Gotham 03:15
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Every day make my way to somewhere Packed subway alone Inside my headphones Homeless man stirring murmuring Guitar player plays Phrase from Purple Haze Living in it Breathing it in Peeling off a grin Just a fish swimming in Gotham Streams of people finding street level Blast of hot air Down from upstairs Early morning breaks without a warning Steam through the cracks Inflatable rats Living in it Breathing it in Peeling off a grin Just a fish swimming in Gotham Closing in the smell of urine stinging Bum with a bible Condemns me with a smile Crack head naked in the alley way Put my mace away Live to fight another day Living in it Breathing it in Peeling off a grin Just a fish Swimming in Uptown Downtown All around Swimming and Swimming and Peeling off a grin Just a fish swimming in Gotham Peeling off a grin Just a fish swimming in Gotham
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Blessed On The Edge 03:24
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Blessed on the edge I’m blessed on the edge Son yes Father You are the one chosen A golden thread woven Time is not your own The time is now To convince them Blessed on the edge You’re blessed on the edge In a pith helmet The spirit calls Asking you to call And pay a debt You know that you owe Reap what you sow Blessed on the edge We’re blessed on the edge Won’t you join me Won’t you join me Grab a strap and atone with me Won’t you join me The ride is long and You’ll get thrown around Submerged with no sound But in the end In the end my friend Won’t you join me Won’t you join me Lifted off that place A smile on her face She flew awhile But it couldn’t last The past keeps rolling on Moments counting down Blessed on the edge She’s blessed on the edge
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Rock Is Dead 02:42
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Ghost of Keith grins and sways Mick struts and frets his age Glimmer twins’ shimmer clings Mister D dancing on strings Rock is dead, rock is dead Rock is... dead Beat poet and a troubadour Blues harp and a Guild guitar Sings about waiting for a lover Another then a Dylan cover Folk and beat poets are deader Folk is... dead Jet black hair, mas-cara Hides a pretty vacant stare Bent strings crying mettle Kickin’ on a wah-wah pedal Metal is dead, metal is dead Wah wah... dead Wrecking crew and vacuum tubes Sir George, Phil Spector, who? Wall of sound, what's that don’t care Encoded incarnated in software Turn it down Gen-Z frowned Click, done, going going gone Mister DJ say get out the way Rock is dead Grateful Dead, vintage head Spring-loaded and silver coated Stretched, wound round again Well-worn path to tread Dead cover bands, not dead Not dead... yet Bad-ass bitch wearing a chip Cigarette burning into it Hissing, prickling, gain cranked Pitch trapped in a reverb tank Do I look, dead to you? Do I look fucking dead? Rock is dead, rock is dead Rock is... dead Rock is dead, rock is dead Rock is... dead
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Back To The Well 02:59
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Melting ice inside my glass Disappearing shrinking mass Diluting me deluding you Straw man who stirs the drink Outside his mind he doesn’t think Affecting you infecting me Can’t you see the rising tide Can’t you read belying eyes Can’t you hear the knell Back to the well one more time Pouring out another one Poring over damage done Last call’s the last waltz Living through degrees of change Hope to die inside the range Lying by denying why Can’t you see the rising tide Can’t you read belying eyes Can’t you hear the knell Back to the well one more time Polar views and solar hues Red flags on an orange dawn Green and clean and sight unseen Earth erupts not waking up Still drinking from a plastic cup Have another cheers our mother Can’t you see the rising tide Can’t you read belying eyes Can’t you hear the knell Back to the well one more time Can’t you hear the knell Back to the well one more time
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Livin' In New York City 03:12
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Naked man stalking the park all day Scaring all the kids and old ladies away His pet chicken pecks at the trash on the ground Puking on his feet as he stumbles around You pick yours and I’ll pick mine Losers get the rotting fruit off the vine Nobody said the Big Apple was free Homeless in the streets of New York City Dealers selling s-stocks and bonds play for keeps I don’t mean the kind they trade on Wall Street Rich kids buying ignore the warnings Sold out in Jersey high schools by morning You shoot yours and I’ll shoot mine Another shitty cocktail to twist up our minds Nobody said I’d wake up pretty Or wake up at all in some hole in the city Living in New York City Living in New York City I doubt in my life I’m ever gonna see Bums getting out Or addicts getting clean Living in New York City Living in New York City Uptown, downtown it all smells the same Dead cats, dead rats singing in the rain Ambulance driver takes another hit To keep his shit together for one more trip You choose yours and I’ll choose mine All roads meet at the end of the line Nobody said it came off with a squeegee Coated in the life blood of the city Living in New York City Living in New York City I doubt in my life I’m ever gonna see Bums getting out Or addicts getting clean Living in New York City Living in New York City
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The Real Me 03:17
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Searching my brain For words to explain the pain But the words aren’t there They left town in despair I found a picture of me Looking strong and confidently It was black and white Half in the dark, half in the light Didn’t feel colors that day It’s worth a thousand words anyway Said to the picture of me Words that came most easily You’re beautiful, and talented You’ll overcome whatever challenges This life has in store for you There’s nothing you can’t do In the picture she replied Not with her mouth but her eyes Look at me next time Missing words occupy your mind And you’ll see the real me Smiling back at you confidently It's black and white you’re Growing stronger in living color Put the picture away Indelible image left to stay With words in my brain Singing to myself that refrain You’re beautiful, and talented You’ll overcome whatever challenges This life has in store for you There’s nothing you can’t do There’s nothing you can’t do There’s nothing you can’t do There’s nothing you can’t do There’s nothing you can’t do I’m beautiful, and talented I’ll overcome whatever challenges I choose to pursue in my life Pain just means I'm alive
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Quarantine 03:51
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Come in and sit Inner space well lit Submit to quiet Try it for a minute Or quarter, half hour Wait, wait for it Peaceful presence Wrapped in silence Let it permeate, Medicate, illuminate Be alive, imbibe Be drunk, survive On wine, a line A rhyme, a tune A nip of virtue Each of us alone Holding our own Release your clutch Be well, do good work Keep in touch Be patient Expectant Be open Beholden Be tolerant Benevolent Be eminent Be true Each of us alone Holding our own Release your clutch Be well, do good work Keep in touch

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All songs written by RIVET GUN.

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released September 10, 2022

Lead vocals: Tasha S aka Wilma Rivets.
Produced and arranged by Andrew Whitbeck.
Executive Producer: David Kelly
Album cover photo: Olga Balakirev.

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Rivet Gun New York, New York

Rivet Gun was born from the off-off-Broadway musical "Negative Space", canceled on opening night 2020 due to COVID19. The band are Broadway pit and session players hand-picked to back power-voiced front woman Wilma Rivets. True urban gourmets, Rivet Gun adds modern flavor to the counter-culture lyricism of Jim Morrison and Bob Dylan, served on a bed of snarly guitar licks and fleshy organ swirls. ... more

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