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This has my imagination going wild glad it doesn't have music videos

why isnt story 4 on spotify :(

*Story 1:* (00:00) (Yeah) Godsmack in a straight-jacket A mac and a knife A broad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a trife Motherfucker the life lights motherfucker the lights Fuck it, it's bright as a motherfucker He right as a motherfucker The rain can't stay in those plastic canisters And the brain pan is pandering Dang, man, he keeping it tucked (What?) The nine in the space between his spine and the belt Buckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offline He rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin' The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin' The road slick, ass slippin' and then He hope they're paying in cash Sick of these hipster-ass kissers kissing everyone's ass but his History major, ain't doing shit with it, but what would he do? Teach at the fucking new school of the arts? For a bunch of hooligan upstarts Full of themselves, not smart enough to grapple with anything real That's when the Jaguar emblem Crashed through the driver-side window And the driver of the Jaguar's head left his body Still sitting in the rental The couple all bloody Tongues punctured by each other's teeth Died and didn't let go The taximan's been bisected by the hood of a car He'd never buy, probably would never drive Randy was the first on the scene Seeing this, couldn't breathe for a hot sec Just transferred up from the desk 'Cause he thought he was ready, but he not yet Hashbrown and eggs on his shirt And the pant leg, soon as he caught a whiff Hadn't thrown up more than once since he was a little kid And his brother made him drink a half bottle of Pine-Sol, spinal everywhere He wrote the report as soon as he left the scene Mind all everywhere, he gotta get more booze soon Or he gonna scream Time all funny when his stomach goes skydive What year was it last? Hadn't had a drink in about five But mama said every day was just made for sipping away He may be slipping But hey, nobody said they was perfect Randy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the face Swore he just said something 'bout his mama, say it to my face Not so funny when I got a chopper all up in your mouth Where the fucking jokes? You a comedian, man, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, why you ain't gon' spit it out? Break a couple teeth and give him something he can spit about Blood dripping all on his wrist, boy Randy got it cold, right That Police Academy shit, he don't run from no fights He don't run from nothin' Nothing left for discussin' Scumsuckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin' Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousin These cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin' And he protect and serve, these bitches got some nerve Trying not to serve him when he keep killers off of they curbs Killers off of they streets, these killers off of they minds So they can go to sleep at night and think that everything's fine He had a glass of wine to calm him down, that was a'ight Was talking to this sexy girl, half black and half white He asked her what she wanted, ordered up another pint When they told him he was cut off and all Randy saw was lights And Randy starts to cry, he can't figure out why He told his sister walk, unless she stop kissing that guy She said, "You ain't my dad", he said, "Bitch, catch a cab" And that's the last discussion she and Randy ever had

Omg i think i figured out why theres no story 3 or 6, and i can bet the last story will be 8. C L I P P I N G - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 But the band "clipping" is always stylized as "CLPPNG" with the "I"s removed, because all the stories are third person, and the songs never use the word "I" in first person. So if you take the "I"s out you are left with C L P P N G 1 2 4 5 7 8

wish story 4 was on spotify or smth

CYNTHIA DID NOTHING WRONG

Honestly I fucking need story 5 after listening to story 4 JEEEZUS

what happened to the one with actually seamless transitions :(

Here’s the part I’m unsure of: did james kill himself walking into the water or did he have a little girl in the trunk and drove in? the “he brakes” part makes me think he’s in the car. also it’s really hard to kill yourself by just walking in.

Why is this low key about Elden ring O___o

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝟮: (3:15) Godsmack is how the wind feels On the face of Mike Winfield On his way home from the bar where he works Nights - the worst nights, don't nobody tip right And between the marriage offers and the fist fights And if another mother fucker touch his wrist trying to pull him in to whisper He ain't making it to midnight Don't they know he got a lighter in his pocket A matchbook in his sock and a block full of charred skeletons closeted begging to get out He paused cause he's scared of airing out the thoughts He can taste it in his mouth the sulfur and bitter carbon Hearing all the burning bodies shout but no That was a full lifetime ago and nobody ever has to know He has never told well except Ronald But that don't count he was sweet and exactly what he needed him to be at the time Wine and candlelight and nice texts at lunchtime Why had he not called Ron back Guess there just wasn't a spark No no musn't joke about these things Wouldn't want to disappoint Doc Clark So many hours on the couch So many buried memories that take so many tears to get them out Water hadn't never been a friend Hold up - where had he seen that car before Blue Acura dent on the left rear fender Back again the sense of Deja Vu Strange things you Never shake when you wake up in recovery But suddenly noticing ash is covering his head cause it's raining from the sky Dials home on his cell phone and gets no reply What the fuck? Where is the babysitter that he overpays Body takes over and brain becomes disengaged Michael is running his house is three blocks away Adrenaline compensating for change in age Since the last that he ran it god dammit Mike knows he gotta get home fast as he can Looks up in the sky, glow's familiar Knows those families died with similar Awnings and on and on he keeps going Hits the corner just as he hears the explosion Screams comes from the house, "Did you get them out" Mike asking came the crowd that gathered round Tears running down his face There's that familiar taste He wishes it would take him to another place Son and his baby girl in his home and he can't believe that it's gone in a cloud of smoke And he's choking and running forward and hoping against hope that he might find them alive and well When he knows the results too well and he knows that fooled himself And he keeps walking toward the house rather what house is still left No intention of stopping letting the smoke take his breath Some strong arm rocks him aside Mike falls to the ground and cries Why won't you just let me die Why won't you just let me die

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: (0:00) Godsmack in a straight-jacket A mac and a knife A broad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a trife Motherfucker the life lights motherfucker the lights Fuck it, it's bright as a motherfucker He right as a motherfucker The rain can't stay in those plastic canisters And the brain pan is pandering Dang, man, he keeping it tucked (what?) The nine in the space between his spine and the belt Buckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offline He rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin' The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin' The road slick, ass slippin' and then He hope they're paying in cash Sick of these hipster-ass kissers kissing everyone's ass but his History major, ain't doing shit with it, but what would he do? Teach at the fucking new school of the arts? For a bunch of hooligan upstarts Full of themselves, not smart enough to grapple with anything real That's when the Jaguar emblem Crashed through the driver-side window And the driver of the Jaguar's head left his body Still sitting in the rental The couple all bloody Tongues punctured by each others teeth Died and didn't let go The taximan's been bisected by the hood of a car He'd never buy, probably would never drive Randy was the first on the scene Seeing this, couldn't breathe for a hot sec Just transferred up from the desk 'cause he thought he was ready, but he not yet Hashbrown and eggs on his shirt And the pant leg, soon as he caught a whiff Hadn't thrown up more than once since he was a little kid And his brother made him drink a half bottle of Pine-Sol, spinal everywhere He wrote the report as soon as he left the scene Mind all everywhere, he gotta get more booze soon Or he gonna scream Time all funny when his stomach goes skydive What year was it last? Hadn't had a drink in about five But mama said every day was just made for sipping away He may be slipping But hey, nobody said they was perfect Randy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the face Swore he just said something 'bout his mama, say it to my face Not so funny when I got a chopper all up in your mouth Where the fucking jokes? You a comedian, man, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, why you ain't gon' spit it out? Break a couple teeth and give him something he can spit about Blood dripping all on his wrist, boy Randy got it cold, right That Police Academy shit, he don't run from no fights He don't run from nothin' Nothing left for discussin' Scumsuckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin' Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousin These cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin' And he protect and serve, these bitches got some nerve Trying not to serve him when he keep killers off of they curbs Killers off of they streets, these killers off of they minds So they can go to sleep at night and think that everything's fine He had a glass of wine to calm him down, that was a'ight Was talking to this sexy girl, half black and half white He asked her what she wanted, ordered up another pint When they told him he was cut off and all Randy saw was lights And Randy starts to cry, he can't figure out why He told his sister walk, unless she stop kissing that guy She said "You ain't my dad!" He said "Bitch, catch a cab." And that's the last discussion she and Randy ever had.

something to binge listening for the next week GREAT!

yes

I love story 2 its the best one in my opinion.

It’d be incredible to see them release an album with all of the stories compiled together. I doubt they’d ever do it cause they love ambiguity, but i think it’d be cool

was surprised to see altj slipped in there, nice

Story 2 is still my favorite. I cant wait for the next album. Hoping they've created an excellent Story 8 and or 9 and or 10. I can imagine the pandemic may have given them some time to build the web of the story out even more. Or not. 🤷‍♂️ Lord knows i ain't do much. 😝

waiting for 2

thx

Just gonna listen to this on repeat for the next couple days

God bless

Dope

*Story 7:* (13:31) Kimberly couldn't believe what she was seeing Video was grainy but she could make out his face It clearly had to be Steve Hadn't seen him in maybe, what? It couldn't be more than a couple days Who was this bitch on her knees? She was not even pretty, fuck He better not still be up in her place She fishing 'round for her keys Check the lock, it is broken in Impatiently, a scowl on her face Kimberly opens the door She wasn't ready, drops the keys Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath Steve was still there on the floor What was left of him, gnarled bone The body parts are piled in a mess How easily she ignored All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth Certainly not a knife She should have looked at the floor Followed blood to the window sill Where it went up and out into the night Cynthia strolling through the moonlight Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth Cynthia knew Steve wouldn't do right From the moment when he had said that he wouldn't eat her out Cynthia singing on a blue night Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn't last Cynthia steps into the Brew Right Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass After Randy had sent the photos He decided that he had just earned a drink Shit, he's celebrating the end of a horrible case He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough She knew her man was cheating like they always do She only needed proof So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet And he'll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit But Randy wouldn't get paid, and let's face it He needed every dollar that this little job could make The bookies were calling with more regularity He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken Thank you, if it's all the same, shit Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub The spot pretty jumpin', he spies a seat at the bar Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman Who tells him her name is Cynthia, cross-legged at the bar now holding up a drink Wink, lips Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat Think, skips Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay The tab Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail A cab He say, is this the type of thing where he pay? And if so, he gon' need a rain check (check, check) She say, "You can have this one for free, bae" She licked her lips and started bitin' on his neck He say what's crazy 'bout this, between the bites and the kisses Is he ain't been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister But Cynthia isn't listenin' to him, she on a mission The moon is full and she hurtin', and he might be the prescription And now she pullin' up her dress, and he grabbin' on her breasts And she start to see the throbbin' in his veins And she get ready for the s- But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick Click, pop-pop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it Cynthia is choking on her blood now The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while Cynthia, still locked in Randy's hug now 'Cept for the open window high above the scene and Cynthia looks straight into her doom now Little 'Trina watches everything that happens down below But doesn't scream and Cynthia is howling at the moon now Tomorrow, 'Trina's gonna wake up Wondering if it was really all a dream Cynthia Cynthia Cynthia

*Story 5:* (10:23) On the day when Grace was born There was a war across the sea She'd grow lovely, bright, and tall Fight and die for us all Oh Grace, won't you come back home? Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? On that fateful day at work When her comrade lost an arm Grace stayed with her til the end And she vowed not again Would a friend ever come back home? On the nights when Grace would speak As the drunkards cursed and roared She'd tell tales of battles won And how she'd just begun Grace would help keep us safe at home Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? Grace hid photographs and notes From the foreman's watchful eyes When she told what she had found It would all come crashing down Grace smiled as she rode back home No one witnessed Grace's end She was severed limbs and blood Once her taxi hit the curb She'd not speak another word Oh Grace, what have they done? Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home?

*Story 4:* (5:30) Needles under foot as he stumbles out to the dock Big toe feeling it through the hole in his sock Car keys dangling absently from the lock Of the Buick Regal parked to the side of the roadblock Celly on the center console continued buzzing Name on the screen Katrina, parentheses baby cousin "Dissolve Me" on the speakers is playing into the nothing He fixes his hair for no one, a steady pace, never rushing Faded blue polo shirt missing a top button Khakis with a coffee stain ripping near where he cuff 'em Tongue on the roof of his cotton mouth is feeling rough And got a pocket full of stones and a cup full of Robitussin Too many stars to count and the moon is high up and blushing Water is the calmest, the breeze in the pine is rustling And the piston in his temple, relentless in how it's crushing Everything but the sound of her crying, screaming, and cussing (The purple round her eye was deepening as he pleaded and backed away from the door) (Sleeplessly embracing) Rage in a bottle, wanna throw it out to sea (Sleeplessly embracing) Never seen the ocean so this lake will have to do (Sleeplessly embracing) Pumping his brakes to the sound of the beat (Sleeplessly embracing) Leave the tarnished ring with a note inside of the shoe It's all fucked up now Shit, Katrina pushes ‘send’ again Same thing ringing right until the voice messaging Tick tick tick tick, left blinker clicks fast From the burnt-out tail light, open toe on the gas Heater on her face to compensate for the chill Plastic on the passenger window thunders at will New tattoo on the neck is itchin', but "Damn that's ill" Is what Snake had said to her while she re-ing up on her pills Pop a couple now as she driving around the woods Knew from the beginning that marriage would be no good Told him not to fall for the first available hottie But she knew he would, she knew him better than anybody He'd always take the first, well technically the second If you count the time he slipped into her room when she was seven And he told her that he loved her and everything was okay That was just a week before they took her mother away (She knows that he's poison but he was the only one who stayed when she needed it most) (Sleeplessly embracing) Dress up like a princess and come out to the party (Sleeplessly embracing) Tired of the burning so this numb will have to do (Sleeplessly embracing) A little bit of dirt never hurt nobody (Sleeplessly embracing) Always protect the thing that you know is true It's all fucked up now Shoes taken off and placed upon the bank Crickets in the distance are dissonant and he brakes He's fine for just a minute, reflecting on all the days Of joy before he slipped back into his sinister ways How well could he justify every choice that he'd make? How little control a little girl could ever take How little he cared in the moment if she would wake Hopefully she was so little, she'd not remember the ache His toe is in the water, it's ice, it's codeine It's dimming all the stars and it's muffling all the screams It's now up to his waist and he's wading into a dream His pulse is racing, causing the surface tension to steam The water at his chest, his lungs fighting collapse The frogs see it best, he thinks, he starts to laugh The water at his eyelids now, and he's about to pass Out, she could be rid of him now at last (The note he left read "Please never tell her, love James") (Sleeplessly embracing) The ripples disappear and there's nothing left to show (Sleeplessly embracing) Never been concluded so the end will have to do (Sleeplessly embracing) High not low, and away we go (Sleeplessly embracing) Tomorrow it'll all be a perfect shade of blue (Sleeplessly embracing) It's all fucked up now (Sleeplessly embracing) It's all fucked up now (Sleeplessly embracing) It's all fucked up now (Sleeplessly embracing) It's all fucked up now