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The Turn

by Taxi Violence

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Mezousa 00:47
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Must have been the time the confidence in her smile the way she looked at me looked away and for a while I could see myself, in her bed again committing sin committing sin all over again, over again come on honey won’t you let me in we get high, way below we get the fire in the belly to grow She’s a Venus fly trap lurking in my bed She’s a Venus fly trap waiting to be fed She would play it cool she would play it cruel she was hungry to snap at a passing fool waiting patiently, in a basking glow Venus fly trap anxious for the final blow She’s gonna get ya, she’s gonna get ya she’s gonna get ya boy she don’t care about no one Come on baby, come on Let’s see you shake it We get on like a house on fire Home, home baby won’t you take me home Home, home baby won’t you take me home She’s been famished and waiting a cold blooded mistress choking him a Venus fly trap lurking in the deepest, darkest parts of him The deepest, darkest parts of him
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Hey sucker, jokes on you You can scream and shout till your face turns blue Don’t matter what you have or haven’t found you’ve always been a pessimistic cow Where black & white is simply day or night And winning battles is a losing fight When you think about it - Heads or Tails When you cross the street or you board a plane Anything could happen - set the sails Hey, Crackerjack - what’s for free? Your lucky packet comes with nose bleeds You might be careless you might slip and fall Might hit your head might never have it all When you think about it - Heads or Tails When you cross the street or you board a plane Anything could happen - set the sails Heads or Tails When you think about it - Heads or Tails When you cross the street or you board a plane The toss could fall in favor or it might fail
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See the world through cancer eyes eats you up, spits you aside cost us many nights of sleep worried minds with hearts that weep Finally I can breathe again the air fills up my lungs again I thought I’d never jump the fence my heart weighs heavy and intense Can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t move on don’t grasp where you’re coming from we’ve not seen things eye to eye made mistakes, said our goodbyes Suit yourself - what else - could matter the rest at best is all distraction the fact remains our claims are factual No space for consultation enough reiteration distress and hesitation the end was clearly coming sorry about the run in guess that’s the way things are enough distractions
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I went down to the river and I found myself a friend He took all my pain and suffering and he put it to an end I went down to the river and I’ll never be same I owe my life to a preacher man and a shadow without a name Speak of the devil The one that fell from heaven The one that has eleven fingers and four toes He needs no introduction He’s the king of all seduction He’s a reptile with the function to dismantle your brain What would you do if the devil came for you came a knocking at your door on the sixth of June? Would you rattle like a snake Would you openly debate That it’s not your time your fate to be leaving so soon Can’t find my pistol and the devil is a’comin and the devil is a’comin and he’s hot on my heels Can’t find a pastor and the devil’s comin faster and the devil’s comin faster and it gives me chills Oh, Hail Mary won’t you save our souls Oh Hail Mary, I know it’s pretty scary but something’s got to give I’m slowly losing control Can’t find my pistol Have you seen my gun? I might be in danger It’s bad for my health What would you fear if the ending was near and the gates of hell were closing with your name on its rear? Would you run for the hill? With precision voodoo skill cut the devil from his elongated pointed tail? What would you do if the devil came for you, came a knocking at your door on the sixth of June? Would you rattle like a snake Would you openly debate That it’s not your time your fate to be leaving so soon Can’t find my pistol and the devil is a’comin and the devil is a’comin and he’s hot on my heels Can’t find a pastor and the devil’s comin faster and the devil’s comin faster and it gives me chills Help! I need help! I need help cause I’m a headless chicken running around I need help! I need help! I need help to exorcise the devil back to hell back to hell!
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Don’t know many things many things at all I’ve been running from the shadows on the wall They’ve been chasing me chasing for so long hope that i don’t look back hope that i don’t fall I’v had plenty time to ponder about my crimes (although) it’s frightening all the gloom in cobwebs you might find secluded, locked up in the closet of my mind is it just another way to candidly decline Vacant vessels lost to the clutches of the deep Pray my soul to keep surrender or retreat Deep in the heart of me where my will resides things that I’d rather hide go bumping in the night it overshadows me, I become it’s mould does as it wants with me turns my heart stone cold Vacant vessels lost to the clutches of the deep Pray my soul to keep surrender or retreat You know, you know the shadow follows you you know , you know there’s nothing you can do you know , you know you are alone
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Insipid brother how did you get yourself into so many knots? you’ve tumble dived yourself into congestion how will you get out this time? Know when to hold ‘em know when to fold ‘em know when to call it quits Hold ‘em or fold ‘em could surely mean detrimental decent sleepless days of pursuit for that curse at the rainbows end Troubled sibling how did you get mixed up with the filth and the swine? Hellhounds on your trail seeking blood and vengeance there aint no more place to hide Know when to hold ‘em know when to fold ‘em know when to call it quits Hold ‘em or fold ‘em could surely mean detrimental decent sleepless days of pursuit for that curse at the rainbows end Too many nights - too many knots You keep on fighting it’s too late All your time and effort has gone to waist Who are you?
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Waste Not 05:12
We’ve wasted - so much time remaining idle and bound countless ways to encourage a shift move assured instead of floating adrift routine habits make you stale and dull we refuse to take it lying down We waste not what we want Waste not - Want not You failed us for far too long too swollen with pride to be wrong escape really was the best way out ascertaining not the slightest doubt the problem never was a lack of faith we only differed on the things we craved All that you cared for all that you praised safe from the rule of strain taking the slow course wasn’t an option so we adjust & change we change
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The Turn 03:04
When your heart is attracted to what it fears it ceases to exist with eluding ideas You try to jolt the leaches from the trench within leaving no traces of your ghastly sins Cleansed, invigorated seeking only more brand new second hand moving to the fore The turn is right around the bend When your wounds have finally healed but impression remains It leaves discoloration running through your veins And the fraction of the soul that remains intact regains it’s former posture but with newfound tact The turn is right around the bend For many moons I’ve yearned for winds of change to turn My day has finally come at last I don’t feel numb The beginning of the end the shedding of old skin to transform and transcend the turn is round the bend Released into the yonder with vigor and with thunder to roam the open land to spread and to expand
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Seven Shots 03:32
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Take me to the promised land where the rich are filthy and underhand dining with the rats and the snakes Plastic smile, plastic taste oh not another artificial race loathing on their own self existence Death to Hollywood Down in the valley of make believe where aliens land in western scenes the dead pretend that they are the living Death to Hollywood So you think you can - light the screen We’re gonna burn this town down Burn this town to the ground
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Father was a religious man Raise your arms and shake your hands Hallelujah, we’ve been saved set me free my mind’s enslaved Dusty bibles make for dirty lives Repent or be cast astray Every Sunday till I was eighteen I was told to sing my hymns pay heed to the vicar’s thunder lest i should go six feet under Dusty bibles make for dirty lives Go! Where do you think you’ll go? When there’s no more flesh & bone! When you’re done and dusted and all you fear is the unknown One day the preacher man looked me in the eye Said: “Son where you gonna go when you die? Up to heaven where the angels fly, or down where the flames burn mighty high?” Take it from me my friend we all die in the end quietly in your sleep or violently on the streets No one can say when for sure or how much we’d have to endure only the future can tell will it be heaven or hell No one can say when and where no one said it be fair… on us No one can say when for sure or how much we’d have to endure No one can say when and where no one said it be fair on us

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released August 8, 2009

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Taxi Violence Cape Town, South Africa

Taxi Violence have travelled a long and independent road to proving themselves as one of the best live acts in South Africa. Their sound can be described as blues-infused, retro rock with a pinch of sleaze and bourbon.

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