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Fanfare for the Pathetic Loser

by The Proud Flesh

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There's a million dollar man with a dime store suntan Begging me to sign away my will He's dropping fifty dollar words off at the local blood bank Written on a seven dollar bill And he couldn't tell the truth if he was held at gunpoint But his lies are told with such aplomb He says black is really white He says left is really right He says 'don't you worry, learn to love the bomb.' And he rode here on the coattails of a used car salesman Y'know the shit don't fall far from the dog As he's paving paradise with all the finest pavement He kneels before the altar of his god His god is one of hunger that cannot be sated One whose paradise cannot be found Where the trains all run on time And there's diamonds in the mine But the trees won't bring to bear the poisoned ground And the ramparts that we watch are falling down In this bread and circus, dog and pony town 20/20 retrospect tell me what did you expect Heavy-handed is the man who wears the crown Tell me what're you gonna dream when all your dreams are beached whales Cast aside, derided and deferred Who’re you gonna blame when all your rousing speeches drive the mob to carpet bomb the earth Yes and how will you account for all that wasteland’s wanting, starving like a martyr in a cell With the grapes upon the vines Left to wither up and die Oh you're east of Eden but you're west of hell And you left the fruit to rot upon the vine You left the whale to rot upon the shore This land is your land Better strike up the band Cause there is no California anymore

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released November 7, 2016

Patrick Dalton: words, guitar
Alexander Burnet: banjo
Sam Carlson: drums
Jon Watanabe: bass

Art by Sara Scranton

Engineered by Patrick Dalton

Thanx to Mike Sivak for song seed

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The Proud Flesh New Haven, Connecticut

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"The Proud Flesh’s music is so organic it's almost tangible, just waiting to be plucked from the night air and placed in your hand" - NHMusic.org
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