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Early Singles

by Zoo X-Ray

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1.
She Came To Stop The Tanks 03:13
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Ditchdigger 03:29
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Hairy chests like vulture’s nests And macho tests meant to impress The ditch is deep I must confess You won’t believe it ‘til you see it with your eyes A pile of plastic theater seats They melt in heaps on crooked streets We add some more and then repeat And the photographs still haunt you in your dreams Oily-rag jetlag, I’m hanging like a toe-tag, a fourteen-hour, pink martini, blunder of a jag I’m nearly knuckled under, just a thin veneer of wonder, as I pull the Geiger counter from the bag Car alarms wake insect swarms Their shadows fall on frozen forms Like statues lost in winter storms Still waiting for the words to reach their teeth Put me in a ditch and let me dig, dig, dig Dig my way to Bali in a Condoleeza wig And I’m never gonna look back twice oh no Oily-rag jetlag, I’m hanging like a punching bag, a never-ending, sense-offending travesty of a gag Standing with a pickaxe, I’m falling through the open cracks, I’m still searching, the earth’s still lurching, and the sky begins to sag Ships are going under, an obituary wonder, and they take me for a shower in the slag -- And they tell me that the future’s in the bag Put me in a ditch and let me DIG, DIG, DIG...
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Beefcake 03:04
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White Docs and a faux-hawk down at Chili’s Bar & Grilly Kinda ad-hoc like in dry dock and your jock is willy-nilly Well I’m soaked into the carpet, I’m splattered on the walls And that’s not all, I can’t recall, I left my number in your bathroom stall We’ll christen him with kerosine, we’ll get him clean then eat his spleen You’re preening in your submarine by which I mean you’ve made the scene So let’s not mess around, let’s go to town, we’ll kiss a clown and then we’ll drown Kick the jukebox, and we’ll burn the whole thing down We’re all strung out, got it all strung out Stay frosty She playing poker with the Pope, she’s like a princess on a float She’s got my vote, she stole my coat, left me floating in the moat My shoes are soaked, I’m in a basket, it’s open bar, it’s open casket And thus far I’ve crashed your car, I’ve got a scar, I’ll blow your gasket We’re all strung out, got it all strung out Stay frosty I’ve fallen down a well, I’m like a crab inside my shell But I can’t tell if it’s a spell, I’m raising hell so ring the bell No need to yell, I’m at the gate, I’d rather wait than take the bait There’s no escaping from your fate, I’ve said too much, it’s far too late Now check my mate We’re all strung out, got it all strung out Stay frosty
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Master Make A Unicorn 03:05
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Dented Can 03:07
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Blackmail in the morning sun, got donuts, Gotterdammerung Plunging down the ol’ French press, I’m writing down your last known address The scream of the plastic vodka bottle, I hold it’s neck just like a throttle On the streets below they squirm like worms, they’re gathering like storms Then we kiss again, we kiss again, you make a fist and then we kiss again I could be some other man, but I’ll always be your dented can Then we miss again, get pissed again, the shit has hit it but I’m still your fan I could be some other man, but I’ll always be your dented can Well I know you understand There in stillness you arise anew, with an empty bottle and a bad tattoo I’m watering the plants for you, you’re the periscope I’m peering through I see that you have shipwrecked me, but I’ve crashed you into countless seas We’re stranded now in leafless trees, as the breeze blows in like some disease Then we kiss again, we kiss again, you make a fist and then we kiss again I could be some other man, but I’ll always be your dented can Then we miss again, get pissed again, the shit has hit it but I’m still your fan I could be another man, but I’ll always be your dented can Well I know you understand You’re the olive sunk in my martini, a coconut bobbing on the sea And you might have a different man, but I’ll always be your dented can I wake up in a toxic fog while you’re poisoning the neighbor’s dog My glass eye rolls beneath the bed, I’m left for dead, I’m left for dead Then we kiss again, we kiss again, you make a fist and then we kiss again I could be some other man, but I’ll always be your dented can Then we miss again, get pissed again, the shit has hit it but I’m still your fan I could be another man, but you’ll always be my dented can Well I know you understand I hope you understand
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Fetters 03:10
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Guilty from the get-go and there’s no way out It’s poisoned wells or chapel bells, there’s no way out, no way out A rodeo of autopsies, you’re inside out Lassoed to the killing tree, there’s no way out, no way out Take off that goddamn uniform, lay your head on a pillow of fists Lay us down in chalk outlines and give the little children a kiss Suspect from the outset and I’m inside out Lips are parted silently, I’m all found out, all found out Broken open, juice inside, it runs right out I look into the hemispheres, they’re all burned out, all burned out Take off that goddamn uniform, lay your head on a pillow of fists Lay us down in chalk outlines and give the little children a kiss A cataclysm of atrophies on murderous winds Whip across the wreckage now to do us in, screw us in Now we’re bent below the brickbags, sweat it out Pockets full of fetters, man, there’s no way out, no way out Take off that goddamn uniform, lay your head on a pillow of fists Lay us down in chalk outlines and give the little children a kiss cripple anyone who resists/ come on, kiss the little sonofabitch
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Big Jockey 03:19
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Inveterate illuminati cut the wires and kill the lights and down an empty elevator shaft I’m gettin’ it on with your wife Cryptic conversations Shadows on the catacombs The cops are all priests and everybody knows they’ll suck the marrow right out of your bones Tell me, tell me Big jockey, like a Stagger Lee Tell me, tell me Think you’re a mountain coming out of the sea Tell me, tell me A smalltown pony and a big jockey Tell me, tell me Well that’s what happened to me What the hell happened to you? You used to get mad, but now your liver’s gone bad and so you’ll say anything to get through say anything to get through Tell me, tell me Big jockey, like a Stagger Lee Tell me, tell me Think you’re a mountain coming out of the sea Tell me, tell me A smalltown pony and a big jockey Tell me, tell me
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Van Full of Cobras 02:27
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Fleshgoblet 03:26
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I refuse to be plotted against Scraping a flakeway to my great demise Outside the snail shell, you are soft and helpless Older, more desperate, more wise I refuse to be plotted against An ethereal fluid replaces the blood More a myth than a woman’s bones You will not be rescued And I refuse to be plotted against Up on the mountain, still pushing the stone The sound of ruin is the same as that of victory No one is going back home I saw the faces, but I didn’t know their names I saw their faces, and they all looked the same
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Section Q (feat. HLBUS) 03:04
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Quincy is a funny name...
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Off Buildings 02:29
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Midair 02:53
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I’ve been falling so long, my flesh has flaked away Terror gives way to the banality of empty space Suspended weightless, timeless, dateless Just the rush of the wind against my face Unspeakable, ingrown, shapeless and silent Unimprinted, unadorned by violence Tolerant of a future and forgiving of a past The first answer is questioning the last In midair, nothing to catch me Looking down, a second or a century I’m falling so long, it’s like standing still Relentlessly going nowhere Biding my time, I wait for the bottom If you want questions, well baby I got ‘em Is life in a vacuum still worth the story? Plummeting down past fortune and glory Fading away like a memory It’s a foso sin fondo, and inside-out heart, Terminal velocity, a monotonous atrocity Emptiness defined Moving toward a center I can’t find Can’t even imagine much less find In midair, nothing to catch me Looking down, a second or a century I’m falling so long, it’s like standing still Relentlessly going nowhere
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Ticket 04:18
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Envy, enervated, the shame of revenge Broken so slowly, never meant to end Softly, politely stated, helpless to demand Shit-stained and stinking in some forgotten land Enemy, inundated, your ruthless little empty eyes Head like a hammer, never meant to compromise Dated, indoctrinated, in a wilderness of bones Vanquished and rotting, and still you’re throwing stones You want a ticket, but you don’t wanna pay for it I’m putting you back in your hole Chopped up, hollowed out, dented in and falling down I’m putting you back in your hole Glass hands but leathery, not a habit rubbing off on me Taking advantage of children and the elderly Confessions of a widowmaker, monkey-wrenching souls Satan laughing, he smells your putrid miracles You want a ticket, but you don’t wanna pay for it I’m putting you back in your hole Chopped up, hollowed out, dented in and falling down I’m putting you back in your hole Your goddamn hole
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Manhole 03:48
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Help me lover, give me rest Lift this manhole cover off my chest Lay my heart in a hornet’s nest And hold me one last time before you go I stepped into a nest of wasps at work on Monday Swole up like a christmas ham on Tuesday On Wednesday I was incapacitated, so I lay upon the floor and waited ‘Til the venom made it’s way into my heart My ass was shiverin’ like a rattlesnake’s on Thursday I had a visit from a saint who held a skull in his withered hand He told me that good Friday was a jump-up-after-you-die day And then he winked and spit a bullet in the sand Help me lover, give me rest Lift this manhole cover off my chest Lay my heart in a hornet’s nest And hold me one last time before you go I drove a hundred miles to say I love you But your lights were off and your door was locked up tight The flowers that I brought began to wither as I thought That I was all alone and you were gone Now it’s the first day of Autumn And I feel just like I’m scuttlin’ on the bottom Of an empty-promise lobotomy surprise It’s raining claws, it’s snowing moths And when the poison hits my eyes, I can see clearly now That the truth’s shot full of lies Help me lover, give me rest Lift this manhole cover off my chest Lay my heart in a hornet’s nest And hold me one last time before you go
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Pitchfork 03:58
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You’re a robot with a flattop like a copper with a pork chop Sold to the state, you’re a Hollywood date And you’ve got blistering head shots Dripping down the runway, the blacktop, you bellhop You’re jealous and grim, you’re all shadowed and thin And you’re ducking in doorways There’s a gun under your pillow, it’s warm scotch and cold blood Dying alone, disconnecting the phone But the crowd’s still screaming! Bloodless lips curling into cruelty and I race straight for them Fat little devil with a tiny plastic pitchfork He’s laughing again, the walls are closing in And he’s dancing with your girlfriend Where you’ve been pacing back and forth the sulphur still lingers A smokescreen, it’s a crime scene And the people crowd around to see Feeling like a strip of bacon, smelling like a rotten egg Concrete fields full of rebar trees You’re like a board with a nail through it -- a pitchfork might do it Bloodless lips curling into cruelty and I race straight for them They’re coming for you, another skeleton crew No sense of direction, you’re a lethal injection Got a voodoo doll that looks like you Blacked out windows like some semiconscious eyes Unblinking, unthinking, they’re forcing you inside And now you’re surrounded Pitchforks raised, pineappled in the face It’s a tropical mace, it puts you in your place You’re like a board with a nail through it -- a pitchfork might do it The problem is all over the sidewalk now

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This is a collection of early and rare tracks now available in one place!

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released May 23, 2016

BorgTheLiar, Bubba Schill

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Zoo X-Ray Tarrytown, New York

Zoo X-Ray is a rock ‘n’ roll project launched by Ehren Borg in 2013. Zoo X-Ray is not meant to be predictable. Borg incorporates elements of punk, metal, blues, hip-hop, pop and country into his punchy, often edgy compositions. Currently based in New York, Zoo X-Ray is an ongoing labor of love -- an offering to those who seek the sonically strange. ... more

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