The Callous Daoboys - A Brief Article Regarding Time Loops 

The official video for our song “A Brief Article Regarding Time Loops”
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The Callous Daoboys is:
Jackie Buckalew - Bass & Backing Vocals
Maddie Caffrey - Guitars
Amber Christman - Electric Violin
Adam Collins - Guitars
Whitney Jordan - Synthesizer & Backing Vocals
Carson Pace - Vocals & Synthesizer
Sam Williamson - Percussion
Video Director/Producer: Grant Butler
Lyrics:
“As I wash your body, I will fill hell with you”
With your every limb in any consequence
With your bones attached to my collared shirt
Impulse items of conquest dives
Dripping with the matricide of comparable bungee chord static
(Provider available!)
Sever my inflatable Crucifix,
My favorite necktie,
Lord rid me of my word vomit
my sourness, my bitter red
My constant need to feel like I’d be better off dead
All of this pushes you down in your seat, this sky writer pattern that You let repeat
Don’t spell it out,
Or speak my name,
To get the desired affect,
Spirit? Ignore!
(Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor)
In your moral panic with a thousand doors,
How a cycle treats you,
Like you’re a cold sore
(Just give me the case, she’ll at least have life)
(You must’ve suffered)
Pagans mocking
(You must be tired)
biography
(You can lay your head)
Written with lightning
(Put it on the tracks, pray the train’s your friend)
(You must’ve suffered)
In a murder of rainbows
(You must’ve suffered)
You’re the only crow
(You must’ve suffered)
Just sit back
(Over and over, over and over)
(Everyone remembers there first experience with deja-vu. For her it was her 1st grade art teacher saying “these shouldn’t look like octopuses” to the class while they were painting trees.)
(“You said that in my dream!” she exclaimed. Believing her experience to be nothing but a subconscious escapade)
(She then realized her response was also part of the “dream”. 30 years later, she felt this way 800 times over. Like she had been here before, repeating the same actions day in and day out)
Shatter everything, sever all your ties,
Give the sand a new home inside your cavities,
Obey the homily, jerk off in your car,
Kick up pollen while you drive back to the living quarters
Stand and watch,
This is what you did with the one life you had
You ruined it
I want to earn this moment
I want to work my way back
I want to earn this moment
I want to work my way back,
I want to start over,
I want to start over,
I want to start over,
I want to start over
The angels are all the same
The owls are not what they seem
(Start over)
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