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Fugatives

by Travis Puntarelli

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This is the story of the life and times of a mortal boy who mercy guided Blessed by grace like being in a forest fire of delight live like a shooting star He crafted and he craved he cracked he cried his eyes and dried 'em off Shoulders, sunbeams, smiles and candle wax he talked and laughed a lot He thought that he was dying Dying of chronic cancer that was eating him alive from the inside out Shaped just like a claw clutched and tied around his soul And the pain he felt left him let him shout. What do I care what you think? I'm dying alone and I lost all my reason for why If I died tomorrow I danced all the day on the ball, in my home in the sky I am so amazed, he said, of life and truth and fiction. I'm astounded by the written spoken word Science, clasping hands, religions of the lands far and wide there is a law overall. And it comes as in a dream and remains when we have woken it is breathing, so it seams, it is ripping through it's clothing It is bleeding, it is realing, it is flying, it is feeling And it's got a hold of me way the fish hold the ocean What do I care what you think? I'm dying alone and I lost all my reason for why If I died tomorrow I danced all the day on the ball, in my home in the sky Go cool, tango koo I have not forgotten you Tango koo, sky country He has not forgotten me
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Undertaker 04:35
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Out of the sky, the police came Technicolor costume out of the flame We were drunkards then, and we're drunkards still Bottle in the gutter and you run like a mother No, you can't catch me I've got my road to set me free Lay down your load and run with me We'll find a home like a nomad, love like an old man Love an old maid everybody come home Everybody come home Everyone, hey, everybody Come and take a ride down the river behind me Everyone, hey, everyone come and take a ride down the river of song Everyone, hey, everybody Come and take a ride down the river behind me Everyone, hey, everyone come and take a ride down the river of song No, you can't catch me I've got my road to set me free Lay down your load and run with me We'll find a home like a nomad, love like an old man Love an old maid everybody come home Everybody come home You look like a bird, I look like a bug We'll float together in an old bathtub And the rain runs a river of suds When the rain come down make a river of mud No, you can't catch me I've got my road to set me free Lay down your load and run with me We'll find a home like a nomad, love like an old man Love an old maid everybody come home Everybody come home Everybody come home
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Fugatives 05:06
Fugative saint Deep in the bowles of the caves of the cows is a treasure Fugative saint burried below are the black planes that stretch on forever Well, it's real I have seen them with my own eyes crossed down in the underworld, down in the underworld, down in the underworld I desperately needed to take a vacation. What better place then, the city of Satan. Do you know the way to Pasedina? I've heard it's green. They tell me there must be a way, I've gotta go. Cause the city of Angels gets cold at night, can't sleep at all cause the glows so bright. And the horns ring in through every hole in the wall. I packed up a suitcase And loaded the Cora. And over my halo, I threw a fadora. Maps and tennis rackets in the backseat of the car Peter, tell the boss I just went for a drive. I won't be back for choir practice, Gabe can sing my part. Hi, hello, America. Hi, hello, America. Tales have been told, twisting the tips, of the lips of the profits that woke them. Words have been wrote, sticking the teeth of the tongue anytime they have spoken. Can't let go There's a flame that encircles the earth. Down in the underworld. Down in the underworld. Down in the underworld. I couldn't believe it, standing before me, the holy of holies, in all of his glory. Dressed in rags and tatters from the Clover city jail Headlights for a halo what a fitting areole Brother, where you been I wandered all the night Just then the fires and the helicopters Lord, I see the light. Hi, hello, America. Hi, hello, America. Fugative saint Time is evolving and mankind is calling for freedom. Fugative saint Fortune and fate have been kidnapped by logic and reason. Bars of steel, some lines have never been crossed. Well...
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Silver 03:19
There's no silver where I come from, you must excuse me. If my words come clean at all I shall rejoice. My servant here is very dear, I water him with care. And when he's in the flame we share a voice. He is in the flame when he is singing. And he's singing for ya now so listen close. He tells us that the lines of love are never far apart. He tells us that the lines of love are crossed. I gave my money to the bowl bearer standing at the stone of the gates that close behind me. The stars all shown like gates don't close behind you, Anywhere you go the light will find you. Even so, I was waiting on the judgement day that had come and gone. Even blind men see that the color of sound is a glorious sight. Spark up a tune for the torch of the night. Even so I was waiting on a light to shine, like a bolt of thunder to split my mind. Like the fabric rent and the walls disolving. Cities and towers and bridges falling down, it came around my head clashing colors and chords. I found it in the music, it was music of course. And the source of the music the pores of the roof is a force to be reckoned with, I reckon to roar. Like a rat in a rich man's attic. Born like a storm in sack blowing warm. I was born in a vat, a witch made magic. I was whored in a black barn, long and lone. But before me now is the road untravelled. I'm an older soul with a rolled up faggot of gold and stalks of gold and stems of gold and songs along and listen. When death gets old, well, who gonna come for her? That poor son, yeah. When death gets old, well, who gonna come for her? That poor son. When death's an old man, bourban in hand, sipping death's a young girl with a parasol sitting. Into the wind, I broke the first sappling the first breath that spoke to what's happening, and he cut it in half diagnally. The last ship on the horizon line vastly past capacity. With slaves in agonny. The conductor of the cacophony the subplanter of the body from the painted face of reality. The dance between the death of all things in life, the shutter of life from its wings always frightening in spite of the sights we believe. Hold to the center of the medicine, we are still coughing red soil from a heart of common steel. A plotted point on an energy foil. Caned in the street remains hung from the beats and stays insatiated for weeks When death gets old, well, who gonna come for her? That poor son, yeah. When death gets old, well, who gonna come for her? That poor son. When death gets old, well, who gonna come for her? That poor son, yeah. When death gets old, well, who gonna come for her? That poor son.
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Half House 02:32
She lives on inside my head until the day I die. I said, we'd never be apart. We'd never be apart. But now she's gone. I do my best to keep myself together. And I haven't slept in weeks I guess that you could say that I've been better. So I'm going back to what went wrong that night, don't mean to drag you back here. But this old house has never been a place I like to go, you must forgive me. The fireplace that night when we first kissed, I can't forget it. And her lips were red and haunted by the ghost she'd kissed before. And through her pores I thought I caught a glimple of things to come, but when I looked into her magic box I knew that i had fallen. But it was much to late, my hands were tied and so my fate was sealed and now I lost it there on flickering linoliem. My bantering and screeches filled the hollowed of my tortured soul. She lives on inside my head until the day I die. I said, we'd never be apart. We'd never be apart. But now she's gone. I do my best to keep myself together. And I haven't slept in weeks I guess that you could say that I've been better. I woke to children crying and I knew my fragile mind would never quite be right and so I gave myself to her completely. As night fell on that second day I heard the tremors from the hall. And what was left of hope inside my shattered head came oozing out my nose. But you burst in dressed up like Indiana Jones. And as I slobbered in the foyer, blew her brains out with a shot gun and the blood went down the walls and stained the curtains black with ashes from her hair and I declared that you would parish by my hand if I could ever break the chains that held me there. She lives on inside my head until the day I die. I said, we'd never be apart. We'd never be apart. But now she's gone. I do my best to keep myself together. And I haven't slept in weeks I guess that you could say that I've been better.
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Company C 03:32
I've done work on the coal trains when the industry changed and the factory changed. When shitted on all of the union boards from Company C. It isn't right, Jack, how could it be like that? Gotta part to play, you better play it. Something to say, you better say it. And it just seems crazy to me that the company could become for them something like a machine. I've been on call for thirty years, with motors running in my ears. And never once did I dream of anything more. And Theresa and Jesus and all the little quiet girls come caroling at Christmas time, well tell me what's my crime if I believe in woman and man together we can, united we stand. And I'll be damned if I sing it alone so take my hand we're going home. Why am i so impressed by all of their bullshit time and again? Every season of plastic that passes and leaves that sounds mournful then trash then the last one. I'm taking my name off the program, I'm taking my blood from the wall. Don't call me company ... Believe in woman and man together we can, united we stand. And I'll be damned if I sing it alone so take my hand we're going home.
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Wild Thing 03:04
Wake up, Fall in love, Sample some of the finer things. And you were just like a girl that I knew, back when I knew girls. Got your hat, And your glasses, You look just like all of the others now. And you don't feel out of place. Take a walk, have a smoke, Sample some of the finer things. And you were just like the girls that I knew, back when I knew girls. I wake up, fall in love, as if living itself ain't enough. I must sing out of time, out of tune, out of spite, cause I know I can't have what I want. And I want something simple like fucking in the dark. I know she's a queen, and i don't give a damn. She's a creautre to me, so i guess that I am, Just a wirey old thing.
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Eliungus 06:49
All the clocks went ticking off. Love comes in all colors love I ran my mouth out, run it off. Underneath the covers, she says, Someone turn the lights on, lights on. Somewhere underneath there are the thoughts I use to fall asleep. Ellie take the night off. These stairs go down, down... Teach me how to let go, lady let go. Let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out. Teach me how to let go, lady let go. Let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out. You really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things. All the stars came ticking off. Someone sent them spinning. They came laughing among us. Love comes in all colors. She says, someone turn the night on, nights on. Fire up Eliungus. Tell me, Ellie can you find us? We're on the ground. Teach me how to let go, lady let go. Let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out. Teach me how to let go, lady let go. Let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out. You really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things. I got a body, You got a body, We got a body, Everybody got a body, everybody, everyone. Dance like they don't know how to do it but they do anyway. Like they don't know how to do it but they do it, ah! You really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things, really made a mess of things. I am my hero as our wrecking ball. And I reckon I never saw rusty chains. Saving in pictures my dreams were preachers. Crying I never, saving Jesus name. But what about love? I was crying, what about brotherhood I was dying. What about learning, Lord I was frying. Tied to a cross and across our eastern seas, my European Jesus sang a very simple song to me. So help me in the chorus: Flow me along, flow me along, flow me along, flow me, oh. Flow me along, flow me along, flow me along, Flow me, oh.
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Will 03:29
I've no will of my own. What care I for latitude? What care I for longitude? If not with you, I am only half a hue. Colors longing resolution. something strong is calling me, over the land, over the sea And the birds will bear my body. Songs will share my soul. Carry on with whispers of the ones I know and hold. I've no will of my own. What care I for seasons change? what care I the seasons store? If not with you I am only half a hue. Colors longing resolution. Something strong is calling me, over the land, over the sea. And the birds will bear my body. Songs will share my sould. Carry on with whispers of the one I know and hold.
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Produced by Aaron Chandler
Recorded at Rewind
www.RewindBloomington.com

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released December 23, 2011

Travis Puntarelli - vocals, guitars, keys, whistles
Ben Fowler - drums
Steve Laine - bass
Aaron Chandler - electric guitars
Eric Auerbach - violins
Alex Arnold - accordians, trumpets
Kati Gleiser - organ, harmonies
Lilly and Evelyn Walker - harmonies
Jennifer Burch - harmonies

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