Argentavis Exponential

by Captain Vulpine!

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released April 19, 2016

All songs written, recorded, produced, chopped and maimed by Captain Vulpine!

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Captain Vulpine! Portland, Oregon

Culled from the muzzard infested lands of inbetween, Captain Vulpine wanders the ever-dying mortal world in search of nothing at all. Shortly after discovering whiskey, all was lost- and the disastrous memoirs of lands and minds long since gone now linger in these culminations of manifested misery and madness. ... more

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Track Name: The Grey Pride Parade
The court and its jesters sequester a festering test during times of trial
While bile beguiles a smile from the vile all the while
bewitching twitching pyres
When fires blaze there's a maze through the haze of the chaos, screams and horror
But what follows next betwixt the behexed is a scene serene forever more

That fire she burns
On a chariot of worms
Leading forth into the frey
For her Grey Pride Parade

The skeleton dwellings of recent made hellings are selling for nothing at all
For a char leaves a scar and the grey says good day to a mother with child in her gull

A mockery of snow?
Come truth the spring will show
Not flowers primed to bloom
But a freshly painted tomb

That fire she burns
On a palace built of urns
Leading forth into the frey

For her Grey Pride Parade
Track Name: Ye Horrible Poor
They're miserable, they're terrible, ungodly and unbearable
They're wretched and incomparable
The Horrible Poor
They're dismal, abominable, atrocious and wrongful
Malfeasent in their longfullness
The Horrible Poor

Unfit to drive my carriage
Unfit for even marriage
I've seen how they cavort in droves at night

They're leering at our daughters
These lowly six-pence sodders
I dream of the day they're banished from our sight

Sure they helped to build my house
But now I share it with mice and louse
Is it worth getting so close, just to smite them?

They're miserable, they're terrible, ungodly and unbearable
They're wretched and incomparable
The Horrible Poor
They're dismal, abominable, atrocious and wrongful
Malfeasent in their longfullness
The Horrible Poor

They smoke their foul tobacco
They laugh in vicious cackles
While proper civility requests a hearty laugh

They revel in one course meals
Converse like braying seals
My blood congeals when they "spit- shake on deals"

They hats are old and shoddy
Their shoes are holed and rotting
And their coats? Why, they're hardly coats at all!

They're miserable, they're terrible, ungodly and unbearable
They're wretched and incomparable
The Horrible Poor
They're dismal, abominable, atrocious and wrongful
Malfeasent in their longfullness
The Horrible Poor

The rich, the rich? We'll throw them in a ditch
Grind them into flour and roll them into pitch
We'll pave the road in them to revolution
They've got their stocks and bonds
We've got our drinking songs
And I've never met a sober man I trust.
How rich is a rich man's shadow, when he's hanging from the gallows?
And how many galleons is a high priced stallion below?
Track Name: Dirge for a Mutinous Philosopher
Do you take me for an devil?
Do you take me for a friend?
Is it to or from Damnation? Who's the devil in the end?

Do you take me for an angel?
Do you take me for a foe?
Did I lead you to salvation, or did you lead yourself below?

Do you take me for the winter?
Do you blame me for the cold?
Like admonishing a young man by forgetting to grow old?

Do you take me as a songbird?
Do you take me as a crow?
Does a raven ever forget what lies beneath the snow?

Do you take me as a chimney?
Do I pollute the earth?
While you enjoy the comfort of the fire in your hearth?

Do you take me as a serpent?
Does a serpent not hunt rat?
Beyond our field of vision, are lice at war with gnats?

Do you take me as a scarecrow?
Do I not yearn to fly?
Crucified and stuffed with straw, condemned to live a lie

Do you take me for a hunter?
How often do you pray?
Do you ever ask the thunder if the lightning's here to stay?

Take me for the Devil, acknowledging a friend.
Take me as the Winter, but does not Winter end?

Take me as a bat, gestating in the Serpent.
The Scarecrow's only friend, that is I; Emergent.
Track Name: Tango for Connubial Derangements
Will you dance with your lover in the spring?
Would you take her home that pretty diamond ring?
Would you travel off to France on this fetid romance for a chance just to break your other wing?

Shall we revel in the glory of the rain?
Shall we take a jolly stroll along the lane?
Have I failed to explain that to exist without a bane is to abstain from that which makes you dream?

Take your lover to the fair
There are pretty of dangers around there
Why don't you take your lover to the ball?
I hear the balcony's a lovely place to fall.
Why don't you take your lover to the countryside?
There are miles of dirt for her to hide in
Treat her to the very finest wines
Just be sure you know which one contains the strychnine

Shall we go for a walk along the pier?
Shall we make our true intentions clear?
Shall I throw you to the sea so that I may learn to be contented in my solitude sans we.

Shall we go for a picnic in the park?
Shall we explore our passions in the dark?
When the fairy tale ends will we ever make amends?
When I scrape you off my boot, my little lark.

Take your lover to the fair
There are pretty of dangers around there
Why don't you take your lover to the ball?
I hear the balcony's a lovely place to fall.
Why don't you take your lover to the countryside?
There are miles of dirt for her to hide in
Treat her to the very finest wines
Just be sure you know which one contains the strychnine

Dance with me.
Track Name: White City Murder Hour
MURDER MURDER MURDER!

I just wanna see what's inside of you
Baby let me in, baby let me see
Baby I just watch you bleed

Step inside my humble home
Don't worry babe, we're all alone
Take off your coat, take off your skin
Baby baby won't you be my sin?

MURDER MURDER MURDER!

Man I couldn't stop if I wanted too
I'll chop 'em up, I'll wear their hides
They're all really nice on the inside!

I'll stick their bones up though my nose
I'll make a belt from all their toes
I'll wear their plasma in my hair
It works really nice up there!
Track Name: O, Lazariah!
Cold hands, for a cold start
A grand day to fall apart
So patient, that grand clock
So christened; Father Mock

Oh, you slay me Lazariah
So slay me, Lazariah

Countenance of a Gilded Age
You watched spark
And you saw fade
Slow dance, a tepid rage
Subtle knife in a glass cage

Oh, you slay me Lazariah
So slay me, Lazariah

Who thought to bind you?
You thought to unwind you?
Who thought to remind you, your dominion over all?

Father!
Father Mock
Father Mocking me.
Track Name: Bow to the Boatswain
Well grab your holystones my son
Let's get to work for the old bosun
Trice yourself afore the dayblink's gone
And pay the Devil for another dawn

Chock a block that rigging, Jack
Man the brightware, mind the slack
Idler's are Jonah's all,
So mind your wits for the Bosun's call

Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Lay De Aye Ah Oh
Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee oh Lay De Aye Ah Oh

Start yer climb ye barrelman,
Grab your fids unship that grin
Deckie's all to the fantail go
And you sea dogs to the bilge below

Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Lay De Aye Ah Oh
Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Oh Lay De Aye Ah Oh

Oh lee oh, or hard a lee
Man the yards for the Bosun's plea;
"Any man with bleeding hands shall bleed no more from me"

Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Lay De Aye Ah Oh
Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Oh Lay De Aye Ah Oh

Sally ship for the Commadore
When you get that rank, you can pay that whore
But the only gal you'll get tonight
Is the "Captain's Daughter" if the moor's not tight

Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Lay De Aye Ah Oh
Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Oh Lay De Aye Ah Oh

Don your wretched foulie's all
We don't stop working for a minor squall
And if you wind up dead my son
Just don't get word to the old Boatswain

Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Lay De Aye Ah Oh
Lay De Aye Oh Lo A Lee Oh Lay De Aye Ah Oh

The sun is past the yardarm now
We've earned our grog and we've earned it well
So revel in tonights fair wind
For tomorrow's hell all over again
Track Name: Toadsuck Rollin'
Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'

I'm a two dollar man on a ten dollar horse
Every penny I got I got from the divorce
Because I picked the fattest daughter of a rich man's flock
But it don't make no difference to a thirsty cock-eyed man

Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'

Well I don't mind if she's dry and plain
That's a Panhandle girl; all gristle and mean
But I don't live for today, man I got big plans
'Cuz I'm a tomorrow man

Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'

Well I rolled into Dalhart with a cheque in my grip
And I looked at the Sherrif with his gun at his hip
Two hollow eyed Negroes and a hate-filled Red
Were staring from the gibbet like they's already dead

Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'

Well the croupier smiled as I played my hand
Put it all on Red as the blood hit the sand
Now I'm taking my winnings to the National Grand
Cuz I'm a tomorrow man

Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'

Well I made up my mind to get out of the dust
In March '35 I said New York or bust
So I packed up my bags and I got on a train
To get out of a town that was circlin' the drain

Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'

Well on April 13th I put it all on Black
And I lost every dime, but I ain't goin' back
Then the very next day the Roller's at my door
She said "Son, it's been fun, but there ain't no tomorrow no more"

Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Toadsuck, Rollin'
Keep on Rollin'
Black Rollers Roll.
Track Name: Boast of the Jackals
Re-break a broken man
Throw him to the Jackal Hut

Betray what gods you can,
Throw them to the Jackal Hut

Fortunes told in arterial spray
Littered walls and feathered wraiths
Stirring leaves upon an alter stir for her, for her

Tar it seeps from cracking walls
The screeching moon in yearning calls
It rises from its slumber hungry;
Gnashing it's teeth.

Seething Soothesayer weaving Fates as a harbinger,
O wanderer!
Teething youth Slayer grieving Hates as a ponderer,
No Warrior.

Stillborn- The woman's third
Throw her to the Jackal Hut
Swill worn- A broken bird
Throw him to the Jackal Hut

Vision lost on the Elder's tongue, he passes nought unto his young
On tired wings his dirge is hung to stay
Stay away from
Changing winds admit the host
Pay your fealty to the Ghost
Boast not, Boast not my son.

...What have we done?

Falling birds,
They are calling a purge for the deity
Just leave us be

Brawling scourge we are mauling
Cursed for our fealty

...So now we bleed.
Track Name: A Life of Quiet Shame
I live a life of quiet shame
No man should ever bare my name
I sleep on a growing bed of nails
Add one for every time I fail

You waste on me your pity
While I am terrified of why
You take comfort in the city
That confined me to the night

Please, complain about the weather
But don't look me in the eye
I relish the tether
...But I think I'd rather die

A dirge for every breath I take
A dirge for every hour I'm awake
A dirge is wasted all the same
On my life of quiet shame

But dying wouldn't prove too fair
The papers, cameras everywhere
My days would end in violent fame

Ruining my life of quiet shame.