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Shake Hands with Danger

by This Isn't Just a Cult

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1.
Entertain Me 05:07
The radiator burst as I was driving down your block I was eating firecrackers; I was driving in the dark Music explosion. Speakers to blare I got a vision from the mission bells and started to stare My heart is like a revolution Your mouth is filled with air I’ll go out If you move the clouds If you hold my hand If you sing out loud Entertain Me Hitting the road with Harvey the Hit man Hitting the bricks till we hit pay-dirt Hit in the head with a heavy hammer When Harvey the Hit man hit the roof Hitting the wall and hauled off to Houston Hoping and hoisting to hit it a crack I’ll go out If you move the clouds If you hold my hand If you sing out loud Entertain Me Benny the bastard is a bar room saint Give lip and get plastered, then Benny’s your mate Buzzword was blackbird and I passed through the gate Cuz Benny the Bastard is a bar room saint My heart is like a revolution Your mouth is filled with air I’ll go out If you move the clouds If you hold my hand If you sing out loud My heart is like a revolution Your mouth is filled with air Entertain Me My heart is like a revolution Your mouth is filled with air
2.
With a camera Abracadabra I snapped a picture that entered your dreams You rolled it up And tied it in knots ‘Cause nobody said this life would be free I’m not one for the hope I’m one for the punches I lace ‘em up and walk in-between The forms and the letters ‘Cause life suits me better With a chalk outline Of just you and me ‘Cause what could be better A life on the highway Just you and me Just you and me ‘Cause everything is coming to a sudden crash We’re all just hoping that the brakes will snap Let’s speed forward with feet on the gas It’s all gonna end in a sudden crash
3.
Miracle Drug 03:33
Down at the Miracle Drug Minstrel Show Ring down the curtain with some Rock n’ Roll With your Swiss Army knife and your surgical gown Bring into play a breeding ground For billionaires Building castles in the air Breach of peace Bight’s disease Breathing needs Brought you to me My bride to be My brass ring For breaking free Down at the Miracle Drug I’m breaking free From this minstrel show For breaking free Ring down the curtain I’m breaking free Rock n’ Roll’s been good to me My Swiss Army knife Means the world to me From my surgical gown For breaking free Bring into play a breeding ground For billionaires Building castles in the air Breach of peace Bight’s disease Breathing needs Brought you to me My bride to be My brass ring For breaking free Down at the Miracle Drug Minstrel Show Ring down the curtain with some Rock n’ Roll With your Swiss Army knife and your surgical gown Bring into play a breeding ground For billionaires Building castles in the air
4.
Looking back on my memory sequence I can’t find me a witness Cuz I’m alone A moss-covered stone Talking stacks and sugary science It’s leaving me eyeless Cuz I’m a clone Just soft silicone Believing smack and mercury guidance Checking out the atlas With a wishbone Lost in headphones Acting slack with bravery fragrance Waiting to be famous Not quite full grown Glossed and unknown Being lax with recovery hindrance Not into fitness More like homegrown I’m the boss of post-pone Trampled by the Steeple’s choir Hanging on the Empire’s idol I believe these days are dire Fundamentally suicidal Oh, to be an elder in the city that sleeps at the bar Birds of a feather together forever Clever, clever, clever, clever, clever, clever, clever Asking hacks about my lottery grievance Cuz I’m feeling so helpless Kicked shinbone No megaphone Calling Jack with slippery patience But the guy is a genius With a trombone He’s a cross cyclone Begging snacks with cursory cadence And feeling quite anxious I’ve lost my throne Exhaust has been blown Reading racks of glittery essence So I can paint on my canvas With a gemstone Embossed with a groan Stepping cracks with advisory license Then treat ‘em like a cactus Let’s make the tombstone Out of frost and a moan Trampled by the Steeple’s choir Hanging on the Empire’s idol I believe these days are dire Fundamentally suicidal Oh, to be an elder in the city that sleeps at the bar Birds of a feather together forever Clever, clever, clever, clever, clever, clever, clever
5.
I had all the time in the world On my all-terrain vehicle Until I reached my boiling point Body double, now pass the joint Good looking, god fearing, go insane Spewing Fuckins by the dozens We were laughing at your cousin’ Cuz the poisons stands deeper In the water that I creep in Designer drugs sent over-night Descending order to your right On easy street with easy rock An elder statesman on the clock Good-looking, God fearing, Go insane Spewing Fuckins by the dozens We were laughing at your cousin’ Cuz the poisons stands deeper In the water that I creep in I rode over the mountain pass On a dirt bike on got in France Wrote it up to my echo heart Instead of dreams that fell apart Good looking, god fearing, go insane Spewing Fuckins by the dozens We were laughing at your cousin’ Cuz the poisons stands deeper In the water that I creep in Hard of hearing and hard to please So hard to sell the happy tease These incidental inclined plains Ill-fitted for the pouring rains Jesus H. Christ on Dramamine
6.
You’ve got scandal eyes You’ve got endurance lips And your heart goes out to all those inner-city kids Now that warm, happy feeling is gone In English and in Spanish The laws of nations have a laundry list And a leading man you can’t resist A Merchant Marine you won’t meet halfway Not-for-profit Beaujolais But you’ll pay to win with your outlaw grin. Your system relies on numbers that lie Oh, some hesitation then new vocations My arms are stations for demarcations Your dream is my nightmare This beautiful doll with a devil’s tongue Everyone across the sea Came quite close to look at me Everyone from across the land Said they came to take a stand Everyone across the air Said to come from everywhere Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Say goodnight Say goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Say goodnight Say goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Say goodnight Say goodnight But you’ve got insurance lips You’ve suspect eyes And your heart goes out to all those inner-city kids
7.
In my two-car garage Between her Honda and my Dodge I’ve got my B&B for the BBC Monkeys dressed as cowboys riding dogs made up as horses I think you’ll all agree we better stop and check the sources There’s some trouble with the middle of the circumstance We run for cover cuz it’s our only chance Guns with blanks and a silencer for all young girls Sent to war with lots of curls Rosemary beads and everlasting sense of hope Rosemary beads that are gonna end up used as rope Monkeys dressed as cowboys riding dogs made up as horses I think you’ll all agree we better stop and check the sources There’s an image bearing low and even soft and slow Though the window of my lovely heart and lonely soul I search my pockets for the sockets that will bring closure These pale and sullen days decay and fray my exposure All the lines are on display in every way and every day The role I play is to say the one will not pray Monkeys dressed as cowboys riding dogs made up as horses I think you’ll all agree we better stop and check the sources In my two-car garage Between her Honda and my Dodge I’ve got my B&B for the BBC
8.
I’m lonely and my mouth aches I’m just about to die My heart it quivers moon shakes Like two lovers on a vine To taste the light organic To taste what is obscure To huddle in the found joy Of all of us is true There’s some trouble in the city But the birds are singing pretty They’ve been lifting Bodhicitta From Monday through the weekends From my Plymouth Barracuda I see robins with their mudras I see sparrows without egos And cardinals without goals I measured in my last stance And then I turned away This subtle occupation Will surely have its way It’s like ultra-violet nuance It’s like candy-coated stars It’s like sitting in the last row Of my first abandoned car Can candle light obscure us? Can silence be our friend? Is this ultra-violet nuance, Just the pest to show the end? You’re writing up the last words And brewing up some tea You celebrate fantastic By drinking herbs with glee And I celebrate my true love Like all good centuries I drink my light fantastic With some ultra-violet tea.
9.
OK Uruguay 02:50
Tiger Lou Sue rode the menopause train She tore the noose loose, lost her mind just the same Seized a 10 O’clock ego Straight from her sack She dyed her hair long blonde Just to enter the pack Ohh----------my dear The sentence was long The judge answered wrong A drunk drinking song That echoes life long A palace singsong, sing-sing Palace singsong, sing-sing I’ll be your hero If you suck my ego If it’s the same Then it’s okay We’ll take a holiday North of Spain Maybe Uruguay If it’s all the same Okay Uruguay Ben was Roger’s son Born soaked in rum He tore the noose loose, took his mind on the run He studied Imogene Sweetcakes And she studied back She got tagged by the rapture cancer – Kodiak Ohh----------my dear The sentence was long The judge answered wrong A drunk drinking song That echoes life long A palace singsong, sing-sing Palace singsong, sing-sing I’ll be your hero If you suck my ego If it’s all the same Then it’s okay We’ll take a holiday To the north of Spain Maybe Uruguay If it’s all the same Okay Uruguay
10.
You know the house burned down / the sailors all done drowned The writer’s hit their blocks / the mother’s darned their socks They rode across the sea / and they rode across the lands My ride it got sold / by the singer of the band The writings on the wall / the print is just too small I think it’s time to swim / let’s start it up—begin Cuz the house burned down / my neighbor sent his hounds The hunt was off the hook / the papers took a look They took a lawyer to the bank / the sheriff sent a tank The bulbs burned in his face / I think they ate some cake But the house burned down / my god, my mouth went sound Because the house / it burned down The house burned down Playing in the papers / but the papers wouldn’t sell The papers were legit / but the papers were from Hell In debt to my knees / my knees became my hands The hands became eyes / but my eyes were in the sand I told the police / and I told the Queen and I wrote a report / to the singer of the band The house burned down By the time I got to Vegas / I was chewing’ on the sand I was tied up in a roost / I was boiling hats with plans Tuck records into pockets / decide a moral grave Plaster posters on your heart / and move out from your cave But, don’t forget the oceans / and don’t forget the waves Ride in on a horse / and leave in a blaze
11.
My name is Eyeball and this is Milk Machine Wait. Collapse. Midnight. My name is Milk Machine and this is Eyeball I am over my step feeling flames of sneaky dancers and sacred storylines. I tell you, it is all pulling to a death. It is dangling to a depth. It is stepping on a brow. It is stepping on my head And I am the Eyeball of the Milk Machine And the Machine of Eyeball Milk And the Milk Eyeball of Machine And I am dancing in flames Until I collapse Waiting for Midnight.
12.
This Isn't Just a Cult Mother Fucker

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A part-time cabal. A fusion of assemblage art, hurly-burly, bedlam, disquiet and poetry. A band. A collaboration. A constellation of cryptic acoustics. A work of real fiction.

Although there is a rotating cast of collaborators, the band is centered around the beats of Christopher Campbell [The Creeping Man & Squid1969] and the lyrics/vox of Björ6n Oranj [The Halcyon Brothers, Squid1969 and Squinting Matador]. Other contributors include Mint Machete, Bosky Rumbluffer [The Halcyon Brothers, Antheap, Pop Creeps, The Vanishing Spies, Revo, Bosky and The Rumbluffers].

Shake Hands with Danger was written and recorded over the course of two years in Tanzania, The United States of America, Mexico and Vietnam. It is experimental and personal.

Beyond the band formation, This Isn't Just a Cult is also a podcast which contains real fiction from members of the art collective. It is available everywhere.

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released October 29, 2019

Chris Campbell [a.k.a. The Creeping Man]: Beats
Björ6n Oranj: Lyrics/Vocals
Mint Machete [a.k.a. Machete Petals]: Guitar
Bosky Rumbluffer: Guitar/Bass/Production

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