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Olde Sk​ö​ö​l

by CRUST

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1.
Roadkill 06:45
Feelin' like a… Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a Roadkill - Dead in the street Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a Roadkill - A pile of meat In days past, happiness came with ease Sharing my joy with everyone Now a shadow's looming, and I'm fighting on my knees Its fingers close around me and there's nowhere to run And I dread the setting sun Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a Roadkill - Dead in the street Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a Roadkill - A pile of meat Pile, pile, pile Pile, pile, pile Pile, pile, pile Pile of meat Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a Roadkill - Dead in the street Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a Roadkill - A pile of meat Pile of meat A pile, a pile of meat The sun rises once again to mock my efforts All I do seems to slip away I have decided, but there are no choices NO CHOICES A pointless end to yet another dull day Now the night seems to close in All around me is a dream Nothing more to fill my purpose Left in terror And I scream Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a Roadkill - Dead in the street Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a Roadkill - A pile of meat A new day dawns and the light streams on through Piercing the gloom of my endless night My soul is overwhelmed as its filled with hope and truth But why is this feeling so painfully bright? It's the gleam of headlights Roadkill - Stuck to the pavement like a Roadkill - Dead in the street Roadkill - Dead end of death, just like a Roadkill - A pile of meat
2.
Well it was Stardate seven six five point two When who came rappin’ in but the Star Trek crew Crankin’ up the thrusters to nine point two Was the navigation officer Mr. Sulu He just pound on them buttons, all day and all night But when he opens his mouth he sounds like Barry White Uhura’s on the com just bein’ a flirt You can tell it’s her from the high-cut skirt She’s had twenty years of training, but I’ll be damned All that she can say is - Transmissions jammed Who’s that spittin’ torpedoes out into space It’s Checkov, the Russian with the panicky face But while he energized the phaser beam The console exploded and he started to scream In came Scotty’s belly shakin’ like a pot The captain asked for more - I’m givin’ her all she’s got But before he got the chance to say - Aye, cap’n He got down on the floor and started some rappin’ My Dilithium is dirty, but my whisky is neat I keep the warp drive humming while I'm keeping the beat The boss is always buggin' gettin' up in my face Seems I'm the only intelligent life in space Who’s that wrinkly kinda guy lookin’ scrappy and slim Who can never quit exclaimin’ - He’s dead Jim I’m kinda clumsy and I don’t dress dapper But dammit Jim, I’m a doctor not a rapper Who’s that pointy-eared, bowl-cut logical dude Who never seems to be in any kinda mood Peerin’ in da scanna talkin’ really methodical His response to rap - It is highly illogical Last on the list is first in command It’s Jimmy T. Kirk, let’s give him a hand Give him a hand, give him a hand C’mon everybody let’s give him a hand He’s kinda temperamental and he’s sorta irate But when it comes to toastin’ Klingons, boy is he great! Great, great, boy is he great! You betcha!
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I believe the sun is deep Deep beneath the sea, my friend I believe the walls to creep, Creep beneath my feet, my friend I believe that all do peep Peep and stare at me, my friend I believe that some to keep Keep all from me, my friend I looked in the water and the sun said to me it said Hold on, hold on to your dreams Hold on, hold on to your dreams Hold on, hold on to your dreams Hold on, hold on to your dreams I believe the sun is deep Deep beneath the sea Not free Like me
5.
Basket Case 04:08
I am the basket case I’ve come to bite your face I defy the human race I am the basket case So you think you control your mind Well I’m a lump of clay I am really hard to find Remember yesterday My brother leads a normal life But I’m a lump of clay We were one before the knife But that was yesterday I am the basket case I’ve come to bite your face I defy the human race I am the basket case I’m gonna eat you I’m gonna beat you I’m gonna go into the locker room and cleat you I’m gonna fight you I’m gonna bite you I’m gonna douse you with gas and light you I’m not a fun man I’m not a dumb man Some people mistake me for a bun, man I want to hug you I want to kiss you All I need is love Have you ever lived inside a basket, man Well I can tell you that it’s not much fun Have you ever been tossed in a garbage can ‘Cause you weren’t their favorite son I’m an angry young man, I guess it’s true But what do you expect I’ve got no legs and I’m covered with goo No wonder I get no respect, now I am the basket case I’ve come to bite your face I defy the human race I am the basket case
6.
I know I made some mistakes before You shut me out when I knock on the door It always feels like you're keeping score But there's no points for me You gotta loosen up, baby Or you know this won't last I'm giving you my present You're stuck in the past You're always doing me wrong Luring me with your siren's song I feel the heat on me all day long You're so cruel to me You gotta loosen up, baby Or you know this won't last I'm giving you my present You're stuck in the past You gotta loosen up, baby Or you know this won't last We'll never make it together If you're tight as a crab's ass
7.
Red Room 01:54
Walk past the dining room And there you'll find a place to rest your head Where from the ceiling harsh red light doth pour And evil jesters fill your heart with dread Zucchini-nosed musicians on the wall Stare dolefully on antics weird and strange Demented ones oblivious in the thrall Of music so bizarre it can derange the keenest mind And has of late Behold a bunch of plush bananas, man, bold and bright Behold a bunch of plush bananas, man, bold and bright Beneath the Mona Lisa framed in gold Deep conversations drone into the night And while the jester laughs with wicked glee So, I'll be there and you'll be stuck with me
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Merlin places the scrolls on the ancient stump of the druids. He conjures up a demon he knows he cannot defeat, only to save King Arthur who is fifty thousand miles away consulting with the Knights of the Round Table in session. Merlin takes his magic herbs and puts them in a pot. Now the scene unfolds as Merlin must fight the ultimate evil or be cursed forever! Merlin the magician Conjure up a vision Moonfog drifting, creeping, flying ‘round the old dead trees Cauldron stirring, steaming, swirling, trying to break free Image growing, eyes a-glowing, reaching for the sky Hands up reaching, Merlin preaching, not afraid to die Merlin the magician Conjure up a vision Demon looming, reaching, clawing, Merlin stands his ground Wizard casting, grinning, laughing, hellfire all around Scrolls he’s reading, souls he’s feeding, freeing Lythwyndell Staff a-gleaming, demon screaming, banished into hell Merlin the magician Conjure up a vision Moonfog drifting, creeping, flying ‘round the old dead trees Cauldron stirring, steaming, swirling, trying to break free Image growing, eyes a-glowing, reaching for the sky Hands up reaching, Merlin preaching, never will he die Merlin the magician Conjure up a vision

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We recently descended into the fruit cellar to retrieve some creations we bottled long ago but had been left to languish--dusty and forgotten, behind a rusty old iron gate, and beneath a pile of clown paraphernalia, samurai swords, and sleigh bells. After allowing these tasty libations to breathe, we carefully blended them with new and vibrant ingredients for maximum enjoyment. These vintages are best sampled with tongue firmly in cheek, and repeated tastings should reveal their innocent flavors and bubbly, youthful exuberance. Uncork and enjoy!

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released November 19, 2023

Produced by CRUST
Mixed by Eric & David Pseja
Mastered by Eric Pseja at POS Studios, Westwood NJ
Art Concept and Design by CRUST and Connor Pseja
Photography by David Pseja, Kenny Tunstall & David Goldin
Mandolin courtesy of Hannah Nicholson, supporting indie music in both word and deed
Song Lyrics and additional information available online at CRUSTWEB.COM

All original lyrics, music, and artwork © 2023 CRUST, Ltd./ CRUST, Inc., Necronomicon Records, Ltd. Printed in the U.S.A. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws and good taste, and you should be embarrassed if you do it especially since you can stream it online where we'd at least get our hard-earned $0.003.

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Four college bandmates with solid mediocre musicianship and unstoppable creative drive. E minor power anthems? Heck, yeah. Wizards, demons and circus freaks? Of course. Meandering, brain-numbing jams. All day long. Sappy power ballads? Child's play. High-quality, 64-bit digital recording and modern mastering? Not a chance. Fun? It's the bedrock of everything CRUST does. ... more

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