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Holistic Rapture

by The Snakes

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1.
The bars close at 2am, we’re out on the streets at three We’re blind drunk on Guinness and Jameson whiskey So we head up to the Oasis for a pint or two or three Two dollars for a Jim Beam, but if you show your tits it’s free I’m out with the boys and I’m feeling very childish - That’s what you get for drinking with the Irish There’s a fight down at the dartboard and you’re rooting for the bikers You play a game of pool and lose for five more pints of cider A curvy chick gives you the eye, she wants you up inside her Her husband taps you on the back, his fists are clenching tighter My throat’s on fire and I don’t know what the time is - That’s what you get for drinking with the Irish Time to drop my friends home and the cops are out in force They’re just another obstacle to avoid while on this course I drive the wrong way down the street, the signs are in old Norse Tire skid marks in our wake with no signs of remorse Lights go on and up go the sirens - That’s what you get for drinking with the Irish Daylight breaks as I get home, I’m used up like a whore My shift starts in an hour as my head lands on the floor I skip the shower and brush my teeth, I’m a sight you can’t ignore Tonight they’ll call me up again, we’ll booze it up once more You can’t stop now, you’re addicted to the carnage - That’s what you get for drinking with the Irish Don’t sober up or your reputation’s tarnished - That’s what you get for drinking with the Irish
2.
I know the end is coming I feel it coming soon I hear the ground a-humming I see the bloody moon The walls have started crumbling No place that we can hide Let’s stand and face the thunder It’s not safe to be inside We can’t stay blind, we cannot ignore Ignorance is bliss that we just can’t afford The fog is clearing, the light reveals A road that’s dead, a sky of steel The man has gone and sold us Sold us overseas No one even told us And now we’re on our knees Don’t know who to we should follow Don’t even know our name Promises were hollow And tell me, who’s to blame? Time was only borrowed, but never kindly lent The time is up, the note has come due for everything we spent Nothing left to barter, nothing left to sell All our good intentions laid us out a road to hell Now our ruin beckons From a tattered, dirty throne Now it’s time to reckon Pick us to the bones Now their Judas kisses Blow foul upon the air Will anybody miss us When we’re no longer there? Hold your head up, at least we tried Even though the beast just wasn’t satisfied As we dig out our lives, clear away the debris Maybe there’s a chance for a new destiny Gotta find a new way Gonna find a new place The deal was rotten We’re not forgotten…
3.
Jet Plane 02:37
Want to take a ride on your jet plane Baby, let me ride on your jet plane Just sitting on the runway makes me insane It’s such a ride on your jet plane It’s big and it’s hard and it’s totally sleek I want to always sit on the pilot’s seat Baby let me ride on your jet plane Honey, let me sit on your aircraft I’m shaking and I’m waiting for the down draft Leaning back while you raise the flaps Ready to fly on your aircraft I can’t believe your cockpit is unexplored Come on, baby, let me climb on aboard Honey let me get on your jet plane Baby let me ride on your jet plane Honey, take a ride on your jet plane As long as you’re fast, I will never complain Keeping it moving on your jet plane You know your way, you don’t need a map Please don’t forget to wear your pilot’s cap Keeping it moving on your jet plane
4.
Vast unspoiled fertile land as far as eyes can see Veins of stone hide underground only visible to me Animals wear coats of fur and food can grow on trees Water flows so clean and pure and gleems with energy I look upon this paradise There’s money to be made Fortresses of offices And billboard palisades A nightmare for the masses A heaven for the few And all I need now is for you To value what I do They say that economics is smoke and mirrored halls - A complex sprawling matrix of arbitrary laws But the greatest trick we ever pulled, our fastest sleight of hand, Is to talk you out of keeping track because you wouldn’t understand We need you. Oh God, how we need you. Without you, How could we exploit you? But bitter, great, stark irony, you turn your freedom in. Because of you, this land is ours, because of us you live in sin. The price we put upon a stock is a number set by man It could rise today if we want it to, it will fall on our command You think your money disappeared, it didn’t, it went to us, And no matter how loud you protest, we escape through all the fuss: We wrote your laws, we built your courts, our factories arm your troops, And because we trained your journalists, you wouldn’t know who to shoot. You think you’re safe if you have a gun, you think a job makes you secure, But richer we grow in the garden of Eden, of that you can be sure.

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The end of the world is nigh and the best artists of all time are being raptured from us by the day. So now you're stuck with us and our music. Sorry, not sorry.

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released May 26, 2016

Zach Tipton - bass (& lead vocals on The End Is Coming)
Aaron Smith - drums (& lead vocals on Jet Plane)
Mikki Scorpion - guitar (& lead vocals on Irish and Garden of Eden)

All music written and performed by the Snakes;
The End Is Coming and Jet Plane - words by Aaron Smith
(That's What You Get For) Drinking With The Irish - words and music by Mikki Scorpion and Rayna Terror
Garden of Eden - words by Mikki Scorpion

Produced by Joe Tessone at Mystery Street Recording Company, Chicago, IL.

Cover photo by Carol Briggs.

Special thanks to Sandra Carter and Caz Glancy for introducing us, and to Renee Labrana, Robbie Chandler, and the R Public House for our first gig.

And an extra thank you to Iggy Pop. No particular reason.

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The Snakes Chicago, Illinois

From the karaoke bars of Rogers Park comes a union of three great musicians with day jobs who like it fast, loud, rude, and ending at a reasonable hour so we can work tomorrow.

The Snakes are Zach Tipton on bass, Mikki Scorpion on guitar, and Aaron Smith on drums.

We expect you all to give us ridiculous amounts of money and sexual acts to challenge our wildest imaginations. When you're ready.
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