Cover di Degradation Trip

Degradation Trip
Album - 18 giugno 2002 - Debaser id 30799

di Jerry Cantrell

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Angel Eyes (04:44)
Jerry Cantrell • Degradation Trip
Homely, thick in mind, never listen
Worn, tired, siren drawn, tunnel vision
Don't forget this chance only live once
Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some

Get it all
She said I forgive you
Don't regret our time
You've got to move on love

Angel eyes
Four years and still I dream
Agonize
Such beauty not since seen

Bow down, piper leading, you were one
Hungry, took the prize, then you got dumb
Don't live out your life like a sad song
Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some

Get it all
She said I forgive you
You must too or die
You've got to let me go

Angel eyes
Four years and still I dream
Agonize
Such beauty not since seen

Angel eyes
Your face is all I see
Agonize
Forever haunting me
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Solitude (04:00)
Jerry Cantrell • Degradation Trip
Written by Jerry Cantrell

There's no out, downside up for good
No light, reflection understood
Had to try, perversion satisfied
Insane...so, I indulge the beast awhile

When hurting yourself feels right
And there's nothing familiar in sight
Take the time to pull the weeds
Choking flowers in your life

Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude

There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits
Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state
Lust, sloth, not my only sins
It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah

When hurting yourself feels right
Long gone the will to fight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life

Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude
Insanity takes you
So black it's untrue

So black it's untrue
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Hellbound (06:46)
Jerry Cantrell • Degradation Trip
Written by Jerry Cantrell

Going down a last act scene
Curtain call begin bowing
Self-appointed abuse king
Hellbound, that's my belief

Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing stream long filled
The truth is to some degree we all steal

Hellbound
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going way down

Justified, a self-made man
All I do is what I can
Edges sharpened, blasted sand
Bizarre, devoted fan

Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing theme blown still
The truth is to some degree we all steal

Hellbound
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going to stay down

Warshington (yes, he actually spells it this way...), a fish belly rust
Sad chapter read last page first

Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing dream now killed
The truth is to some degree we all steal

Hellbound
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going way down
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Castaway (04:58)
Jerry Cantrell • Degradation Trip
Written by Jerry Cantrell

Day break, wind is blowing strong
No escape, caught on a reef in the storm
Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore
Patient, waits, hoping the rats reach the shore...yeah...yeah

Yesterday, seems a lifetime now
Remembering those he left and how
Out in space laughing at all below
Island stage, plays to his thoughts and ego...yeah...yeah

Dusk fall, fading sun no fire light
Memories amplify his plight
Gathering, searching for shelter above
Feel the sting, choking on hoarded love...yeah...yeah

Thin, cold, tired...castaway
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Chemical Tribe (06:35)
Jerry Cantrell • Degradation Trip
Should I live so long
To see 'em dropping bombs
Hope I have you near
Check out what comes after here...what comes after here

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out and it's no surprise

Let the black odds roll
Why we can't tell
Ball inside
Roll me over is this hell...is this hell?

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out I can't tell you why

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out let me say goodbye

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Could it be more truth than fable?
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Locked On (05:37)
Jerry Cantrell • Degradation Trip
Everything you heard I did and maybe then some ok
Does it make you happy and now is it out of the way?
Everything you heard I done and probably then some ok
Does it really matter of course I took it all the way

What more can I say

Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Every word you read is true, baby I won't deny
Don't you push me over, I ain't even finished my ride
Every word you read is true and maybe that is a lie
Strap session closing and I'm a-going out of my mind

What more can I say

Locked on--what's the deal?
Falling rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Every song I wrote I meant what I said at the time
Yeah I spent some time looking death right in the eye
Every song I wrote I captured a fragment of time
Dying a little bit makes you appreciate life

Nothing more to say

Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Locked on--what's the deal?
Falling rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Locked on
Locked on
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