It Gets Worse Still, A Cell

by Freddy Fudd Pucker

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The songs were recorded in 2 days by soundmeister Thies Neu at Tonbrauerei in Berlin, Germany. Everything was written and played by Bill Young.

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released June 27, 2014

Freddy wrote and played everything.
Thies Neu put the mics in the right places.

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Freddy Fudd Pucker is a one-boy-band who plays a form of folk/thrash or something. No two shows are ever the same. EVERYTHING FASTER THAN EVERYTHING ELSE.

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Track Name: Drowning In Frequencies
The nights are like crystal, the water burns
Stay awake, stay warm, we are the kids of the cannibals
Spinning around an extinguished sun
Cities pillaged by children, no gods, no fun.

So I put down these pages
And start reading faces of
The lines between lines, either side of their smiles
Our minds, so close to gone
In hallowed places, hold me close
You are my favorite song.

You are my radio
Drowning in frequencies
My radio and me.

We fossick for futures, lost like always
If you won't come to hell with me why the hell would I stay in heaven with you?
Wolves will circle, but I'm no lamb
I never had a shepherd, I never had a fucking plan.

So I silence the voices
And start making choices of
Amputations, dead stations and sweeter things
That only silent, sweet darkness may slowly bring.
Track Name: Guss Fruh
In this heat, with this heart
The blood beats in crooked time
And I know its selfish
But I feel just like a shellfish
High and dry within drywall
Looking out at nothing at all

In this land, with these lies
The picket fences make for crooked smiles
And I know you have your wishes
But they get washed out with the dirty dishes
In this place where the power lines
They look more like crucifixes

The sky and earth, they are kissing
And I wanna be squashed up in between them
And be washed away
Outside this box of my wisdom
And be washed away
Outside this box of my brain
To a new place
Where I finally will forget my name.
Track Name: Thieving Goblins
Into the abyss mouthing off at god
I wanna go back and catch
All the trains I missed when I was so, so sad
A crack in the sky cries a million tides
We wear our raincoats against tornadoes

But in the middle of the night
We share our secret songs to none
We share our razors, we share our blood

Thieving goblins, thanks for nothing
Wild coyote, call me home

Warm night, cold light
Shines upon cathedrals of junk.
Track Name: I'm Thinking Of Killing Myself
You've been working overtime
In the galley, keeping your boat moving
And I'm towing the party line
From my airplane somewhere overhead

What you plan on doing tonight, my friend?
I'm thinking of killing someone
Why not? When the Hangman is in bed
And my get away is in the tides inside my head

These frost bitten feet fail to feel
And this rotten wood makes for worthy oars
Row out, hold tight and tell me tear-jerking tails
Without them we'll be swept to sea for sure

What you plan on doing tonight, my friend?
I'm thinking of killing myself
Why not? When you've forgotten how to find my face
And the edge of the earth is calling me by my name.
Track Name: Crows
There ain't no rest for a brain reckoned rotten
So unopened let this skull remain 'til all is forgotten...

As the convict stain
Infects the colony's name
The ocean ever unforgiving
Blue bottle tides are rising
With all these secrets that are not worth knowing
But shine like jewels in the night of time
And squeeze the last drops
Of the long dusk of the easy life

Where the murder continues to crow
Convincing themselves they're not cannibals
As they eat from the very soil into which they sew
Their need to be alone

Your unemployed sense of wonder is looking for a ride...

And don't you only hope
When you got no control?
It's easier to leave than be left behind
In the maudlin cracks of your poor fucking mind
Where men in suits too big for their bodies
Dance us in circles til everybody is dizzy
I throw my guts up
Can we go home now?

Where the murder continues to crow
Convincing themselves they're not cannibals
As they eat from the very soil into which they sew
Their need to be alone

But its easier to lie
When the questions burn in cages then die
But where are we gonna put these pawns
When the empire don't own this fucking board.
Track Name: Burning With a Blue Flame
Burning with a blue flame
Coffin polish crazy grin
Lit up like the Commonwealth
The war, the head, the hell
Searching through dead soldiers
Trying to find a joy holder
The horror is very real, my friends
Not so the happy end
As time holds a silver scythe
And sits by your side

All I wanted to do was to spike the punch
Ended up poisoning the well
I was looking for a free lunch
Ended up dining in hell
I never knew the things I thought I did
Couldn't care about the things I thought I could
Standing under pale moon, paper thin
Giving up and falling in
Never ending bender, never enough
Self employed employee of the month

You've been stapling fourth leaves
Onto clovers with three
Trying to trick fate
In his favorite game

It's like an old rain coat that you wish you had kept
Or a cold you caught you wish you could keep
Well you found a little gold but then you dug to deep
Now there's this hole where there used to be a hill.
Track Name: Cage (The Ghost of Zevon)
I've been striking another man's beard for too long now
I've been baking things I really should have fried
I've been singing songs to no one that I have now forgotten
Now they only ever existed in my mind
Those loose leaved people, so easy to undo
I can write on them, rip them out and send them all to you

I built a cage with your bones

From every crack comes a nightmare
They crawl through the walls and across the windows
Illuminated by the very things they tear apart
Your reflection is a fading day glow
Yawn twice, as if you were tired
Don't sleep, don't dream this into existence
They're waiting and listening

I built a cage with your bones
I built a cage with your bones
I built a cage and I watched it wall apart
I built a cage with your bones

You've been dragging my hat through a swamp of regret
And you know, when it gets hot I'm gonna wear it
In this garden of eden, trying to break even
If you're not the early bird then there's no fucking worm
Sail a sinking ship to shore
Through war and hell
Only to find it gets worse still, a cell

I built a cage with your bones
I built a cage with your bones
I built a cage and I watched it wall apart
I built a cage with your bones