Hella Keller [SINGLE]

by Deathrow Tull

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released June 24, 2012

Recorded and mixed by Zachary Ciancaglini at Headgear Brooklyn.
Mastered by Tim Boyce at Masterdisk NYC.
Cuts by James Lucius Gray at takearecord.com

Night Vision [EP] drops on July 17th.


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Deathrow Tull Brooklyn, New York

Deathrow Tull is the rattlesnake in your lemonade, the whiskey on your ice cream, the underwear on your monkey, and the dancing shoes on your vibrator.

We connect your gray matter to your gluteous maximus and bring flavor and spice to your thirsty eardrum.. Our music will knock your socks off so that your dancing shoes fit more better.

Your reality will be altered.

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Track Name: Hella Keller
Stephen Rawking:
Rudey Hume boom till it burn proper, make your stereo sound box a hurt locker
our words pop through the chirps and squawks to get the babies dancing before they learn to walk.
most heads only learn to shop, can't stand to sit with their roaming thoughts,
go so broke that their hope is lost, shoulda shook those chains till they broke the locks

WMD DuBois:
Lock and Jack, Frost and Kerouac
Pockets gone flat and I caused the crash
This is not the map, I done lost the path
Caught a red herring and I tossed it back
& I hear footsteps, I smell breath
I swallow the last words I have left
I feel unrest In the depth of your silence
It's darker than staring at the back of your eyelids

In the land of the blind
The cyclops wears the hi-tops
And never the night stops/fill it with why nots
Tear it apart with the hand of the timeclock
Who's behind us? Shylocks or Mynocks?
Who's the boogyman to divide us?
And I could rise up, and be anything I envision
But how? When I don't even know what's missing

You ain't seen the things I seen, the quacks and clowns, the kings and queens
the roles we play, the holes we dig, it's hard to wake up from sleep that big.
Quick wit with a crooked cap for the hooded rats who be pushing past,
took one look couldn't put it back, ya gotta blaze that flame till it fades to black

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