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ILL OMENS
what is to be done with a loaded gun, when the full pale moon reflects the sun?
everybody knows it’s gonna blast in the final act, before they draw the curtain and the screen goes black
why is it that the wrong track plays back?
why’d she dig her own grave, she knew better than that?
i guess cute chicks in the slasher flicks can’t hear the violin music, or the death it predicts
“Don’t go down there!” crys the crowd, and when the killer creeps up, they screeeam out loud! It had to go down, we could all tell by the violin’s sound

she forgot to check the rear view for a clear view of the killer’s face that night,
and the director made the film scorer use strings to enhance the horror
something just haaad to go down, we could all tell by the violin’s sound
couldn’t we?

i been known to roll the dice on the 13th night,
it ain’t nothin’ nice but I got’s to live life
so once on a Friday, without no plans, I picked up the phone, rolled the bones and called my man:
bad luck luke, tarot deck in his hand, told me ill winds blew, all across the land
he I knew he knew what he was talking about
but still I told him “shut ya mouth, man, we goin out!”
i swooped him up at the 11th hour, he had a bag a raw meat, he was a tower of power
told’m “the game is thick, let’s get to the club quick, the ladies got to love us with our style so slick!”
but big plans gave way to hopes gone wrong
we stepped into the club and requested a song
set our drinks down, hit the dance floor, cut the rug
when two large ladies spiked our drinks with drugs!
me thinks we made love, woke up in a body glove
those angels snatched our keys and drove to heaven above
didn’t have to happen, ‘cept

we forgot to put the club up upon the steerin wheel, before we stepped into the club,
and we requested the dj to play another one bites the dust
sum’n just haaad to go wrong, but we just haaaad to hear that song
didn’t we?

i knew a lady, who came from deluth
she caught space waves through a gap in her tooth
one day, she caught a bug in her pants, and left town
nobody knows where, she ain’t been found
she rode a moped given by her late mom
the gas tank was small and the roads were long
she longed to be gone, let bygones be bygones
but sum’n her spine was askew, she felt wrong
so she stopped into the home of the crone who read palms
who sat and rolled a doobie in a page of the psalms
and said “chiiild take a puff, suck it deep in your brain,
your weather forecast is a long hard rain,
many trials, I prophesize, will pass before your eyes,
but for your ob-stackles you’ll be granted a prize, beyond size
beyond fact, fiction or lies
in the cradle of your hand is where your future lies
stitched with suture ties, time flies
i know not why you must die
so please, before you leave, a last word of advice:
beware the juke joint jumpin deep in the night
the jockie holds a disc you don’t wanna request
you dance to that song, you dance to your death.”
and we all know what comes next

she forgot to take the keys out of her moped, before she stepped into the shed
and she requested the dj to play a song by the Grateful Dead
the air was heavy like lead
out of the speaker cones “Cassidy” bled
didn’t it?

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from Groundhog's Day, track released January 1, 2008
jeff symonds- bass
jonathan rogers- drums
peck- guitar, organ, percussion, samples, rap

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Chris Peck Fairfax, California

Chris Peck has released 25 albums, beginning with his first cassette in 1994.

His most recent release 'Exact Change' is a solo performance album, recorded live to DSD by Alex Rather-Taylor & Miles Wick (of Inward Creature).

Pre-orders for the digital album and limited run of 100 CDs are live now, with immediate download of the first two singles!
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