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Would you rather
Rather be dead than rescind the throne
Rather be safe than all alone
Rather be off than on the lamb
Rather be done than do thee damned
I’d rather be dead than Jimmy Dread
Dreading the thought of intimacy
See the way I crawl for thee
Dreading the light that looms
Dreading the thought you won’t be there
I’d rather be dead than Jimmy Dread
Calcified
Skin and bone
Blood vessels sinking in the sea
Can you feel
Sure I don’t
Nursery rhymes and eulogies
I’d rather be dead than Jimmy Dread
Would you rather
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Some Like It Dead
03:13
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Some like it dead
Wont to stay
Come below
And the creatures get high
And the monsters get low
You can hear them all cry
And your daddy’s all alone
Some like it dead
On the back porch
Spitting up seeds
What to throw away
Some like it dead
But have you ever been fooled
Does it ever suffice
So forever and dull
Some like it
Wont to stay
Come below
And the creatures get high
And the monsters get low
You can hear them all cry
And your daddy’s all alone
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Daggers
03:49
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Dagger in my heart
Put a dagger in my heart
If I must be so damn lonely
Put a dagger in my heart
Ear up to my chest
Put an ear up to my chest
If there’s a pulse I don’t wanna know
So put an ear up to my chest
Somebody poke some holes
To let this creature breathe
Somebody poke some in me
Why are we such a damn tragedy
Turn away so they can see
Dagger in my heart
Put a dagger in my heart
If I must be so damn lonely
Put a dagger in my heart
Run away from here
Won’t you run away from here
I cannot hold what I cannot love
So won’t you run away from here
Somebody poke some holes
To let this creature breathe
Somebody poke some in me
Why are we such a damn tragedy
Turn away so they can see
Oh I know you
You wear me out
Somebody poke some holes
To let this creature breathe
Somebody poke some in me
Why are we such a damn tragedy
Turn away so they can see
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D.R.E.A.D.
02:34
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D for the dungeon in which I hide
R for the reaper who’s at my side
E for the end of this accursed life
A for the alchemy and
D for the damning
The progeny of death all gleam
The poet’s drunken in the streets
You’ve got to make haste
The kiss of life’s a bitter taste
D for the dungeon in which I hide
R for the reaper who’s at my side
E for the end of this accursed life
A for the alchemy and
D for the damning
Molt in front of the looking glass
Reflection repulsed by the mask
Shadows nailed to hands and feet
Neverland oh Netherworld at last we meet
D for the dungeon in which I hide
R for the reaper who’s at my side
E for the end of this accursed life
A for the alchemy and
D for the damning
It’s Jimmy Dread again
And he hopes you’ve behaved
Lay in your bed again
Take this to your grave
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The Hanging Stranger
03:37
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Surfacing back to the grind again
See the faces dragging corpses home
Back in town milling in the streets again
Something sordid lurking up above
See it there
Dancing in the wind
Tongue of blue
And sallow skinned
What truth lies with the hanging stranger
Body cold in the dead of night
What to tell of the hanging stranger
No one seems to get a fright
I wonder why
Calamity racing thru the alleyway
Perfect darkness shrouding city hall
Down they fall shifting into shapes of man
Am I the only one who sees it all
Portentous
I can’t begin
To fathom
As my head spins
What truth lies with the hanging stranger
Body cold in the dead of night
What to tell of the hanging stranger
No one seems to get a fright
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Lock all your doors bar your escape
I can’t remember the last time I felt safe
Sink to the floor move underground
They walk the earth you can’t afford to make a sound
Underground don’t make a sound
In the chill of dark
The dead devise
In our hearts
We have lost
Back to a cross make them behave
A thousand to one in odds I cannot think straight
Swallow the dark lost in a cave
Cut from command we cannot see what’s at stake
Underground don’t make a sound
In the chill of dark
The dead devise
In our hearts
We have lost
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Everyone loves a counterfeit dirge
Sucking on the sweet for our souls to purge
Jonestown Waco Hollywood hills
Dagger for the lash in the looks that kill
No guts no glamor no glory
We’re all in cults killing celebrities
Doing the devil’s work damn it looks good
Socialite suicide running for the woods
All for one one for all hive mind buzz
Paint the town black like it never was
I want to make you feel it
I want to make you want it
No guts no glamor no glory
We’re all in cults killing celebrities
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Dommy Dearest
04:45
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Mommy’s got to go to work
She has lots of little boys to hurt
Kiss my boots before I walk
Over and over and over while they gawk
Would you fall over me
Would you crawl under me
There’s so much pain in the world
I want to shape it into something good
If all the hate were to furl
I’d stamp it away like no one else could
I’ve heard the upper crust beg
I’ve made roses out of shame
Fingers pricked along the thorns
The blood and tears from husks I’ve shorn
Would you fall over me
Would you crawl under me
There’s so much pain in the world
I want to shape it into something good
If all the hate were to furl
I’d stamp it away like no one else could
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Van Gogh
03:04
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I was out a million miles away
Left to be alone and run astray
But I heard you in the coffee shop
Talking about Iggy Pop
Now I’m all messed up
Where are you at what do you know
Sunflower soul Vincent Van Gogh
I was torn blowing in the wind
A scattered mess in love a heart forbid
But I heard you in the coffee shop
Talking about Iggy Pop
Now I’m all messed up
Where are you at what do you know
Sunflower soul Vincent Van Gogh
Put me in a playlist
You can make me famous
All I’m trying to say is
Where are you at what do you know
Sunflower soul Vincent Van Gogh
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Jimmy Dread Asheville, North Carolina
Jimmy Dread is the solo moniker of drummer and poet JR Rhine. The music can only be described as "sonic alchemy."
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Music for when the sun hits your sallow skin.
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