1) The Dark Room 2) Inventing Dr. Sutherland and his Traveling Hospital 3) Diagnosis 4) Jupiter's Baby 5) Purple Godzilla 6) Born Again 7) Locked up in Chains 8) Backpack full of Tears 9) Choking on the Walls 10) Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde 11) Dirty Windows 12) An Ocean Song 13) Sirens 14) My Ashes 15) Sacrifice ABOUT Inventing Dr. Sutherland started as a huge endeavor to create a cartoon movie album with all the songs being compiled for this album. Dunlop started creating characters and story lines for the songs, but as the album sat completed and the cartoon in its early stages, the idea was scrapped and the album was released as is. Recorded/Mixed/Mastered 2013 - 2014 at Viaduct Studios All songs written, produced and copyrighted by Dunlop/Radford 2014. All rights reserved. Published by Monkey Chomp 2014 Represented by Viaduct Records Cover art by Hill Dunlop Special thanks to Sean Nasrey (drums) and Dan Steffy (bass) on "My Ashes". THE DARK ROOM I’m not made of much. My face is such a mess. And though it’s dark outside. It’s darker where I rest. The volcano erupted in the morning, I stumbled my way back home, I was corrupted by desire, I was laughing out of fear. I’m not made of much. My face is such a mess. And though it’s dark outside. It’s darker where I rest. Vultures were circling around my head, As I stumbled my way back home, They were picking flesh off my bones, While I was laughing out of fear. I’m not made of much. My face is such a mess. And though it’s dark outside. It’s darker where I rest. INVENTING DR. SUTHERLAND Journey through the center of someone’s mind To a place in time where space and logic are blind Repairing souls with rusty hammers and hearts with dusty saws Let us journey with Dr. Sutherland and his traveling hospital We’re inventing Dr Sutherland DIAGNOSIS What’s my diagnosis doctor? Am I going mad? Do I have a mental illness? Do you like my foil hat? It keeps the guys from outer space, listening to my thoughts, sometimes at night, I creep about, naked I’m always caught! Well maybe I’m a schizophrenic, or maybe we are not. Maybe it’s just genetic, since it fits me like a glove. Don’t hold my hand, I can’t be trusted. Just give me some more drugs, they ease my mind, and make me smile. And make sure that I don’t jump. Don’t jump. So what’s my diagnosis doctor? Don't you think it's weird? That I smear my face with tuna paste, and drink my piss like beer? I don't sleep at night; I creep around, my neighbor’s backyard, with a knife in my hand and blood on my face, I stare screaming at the stars! Well maybe I’m a schizophrenic… People think I’m crazy, madness fits me like a glove, blame the doctors, they’re all lazy, they pumped me full of drugs! JUPITER’S BABY She rose from the sea with Jupiter eyes, fierce like a hawk with a cackling cry. She had a look at me then took to the skies, her mouth began to talk and she told me I could fly. Green, red, and blue Jupiter’s baby My heart began to race as her feathers brushed my side, I plucked one from her arm and she shrunk down to my size. She told me I would face my fears kept inside, so I told her I was ready and then we began to fly. Then suddenly I found myself in a rocking chair deep in cave working like a slave gouging my teeth out and shredding my toenails and singing with antlers, to make piano keys. Green, red, and blue Jupiter’s baby PURPLE GODZILLA Purple Godzilla, childhood terror, Barney you're a carnivor and we're your fresh meat Choke us with your cuddles, around the screen we huddle, Persuading us with merchandise, into our minds you creep Singing solves nothing, its naive to even think that your instinct is to comfort us Tear us from limb to limb, poison us with happiness and sleep beside my bed Beneath the sugar coated exterior, there's an evil inside your head Cut, cut, cut, cut you up and burn you must decay, I gotta see you in pieces hey man say hello to my feces by the way As I flush your body away, as you smile go down the drain, Into hell with your tail between your legs I don't want your love, we are not the very best of friends! Barney you're sick nut anyways! BORN AGAIN Rip a page from the bible, Nail it to a cross, Bleed to death in a hallway, Win before all is lost. Dancing with the good souls, Falling through shards of light, Born again with enemies, In unison with sunshine An evening with sharp knives, Hidden in the soil, Listen for the air raid siren, Bombs drop and clocks boil. Dancing with the good souls, Falling through shards of light, Born again with enemies, In unison with sunshine LOCKED UP IN CHAINS You are my thoughts set to paper, And written in my blood, You are the diary of a madman, Getting stranger everyday Your the corner where a shadows lurking, And tugging at my sleeve, You’re a thousand souls inside a bottle, And spinning on the floor. This is how it is, It’s always been this way, You look with hopeless eyes, Now I’m locked in your chains Pain is my defense, Protects me from this life, The sun shines through the window, but I can't see the light. You act like you are our savior, But we know you’re just messed up, Pretend to preach to the masses, But you know it’s meaningless You’re the dragon I’ve been chasing, And breathing flames at me, You’re a thousand souls inside a bottle, And broken on the floor. This is how it is, It’s always been this way, You look with hopeless eyes, Now I’m locked in your chains Pain is my defense, Protects me from this life, The sun shines through the window, but I can't see the light.
2014
Choose Country
BACKPACK FULL OF TEARS She hurts inside and to her that’s no surprise, walking down the road with nowhere to go. She’s not afraid that her life has gotta change, but she has no idea where to begin Now she’s living on the edge, Cut her nails and shaved her head. Now she’s living with the fear, and a backpack full of tears They told her not to go, that she’ll never find a home, they told her if she left, not to come back again. So she screamed out loud I could never make you proud, and with that she grabbed her pack and walked out the door. Now she’s living on the edge, Cut her nails and shaved her head. Now she’s living with the fear, and a backpack full of tears Living on the street, dumpster diving for a week. She finds each night is harder to sleep. Her mind is running wild, and she knows its not worth while, but she could never bring herself to go back home. Now she’s living on the edge, Cut her nails and shaved her head. Now she’s living with the fear, and a backpack full of tears DIRTY WINDOWS If I could stop the clocks and turn back time, I’d go back and make things right. At night I hear her call my name, She may be gone but she still remains. On dirty windows with bony fingers, She leaves me messages, And they say. Don’t blame yourself, It’s not your fault, Don’t hate yourself, It’s not your fault. As I watched you slowly fade away, I prayed you’d find a better place, I pulled the plug was I right? Should have said I loved you one last time On dirty windows with bony fingers, She leaves me messages, And they say. Don’t blame yourself, It’s not your fault, Don’t hate yourself, It’s not your fault. AN OCEAN SONG I heard the ocean singing me a sad song, It was making music for me, As it watched me drown. Little fish swim around me, as I’m carried by the tide, little fish surround me, nibbling at my pride. My lungs are sweaty vessels full of seat salt, My pinpricked eyes look left and right, As I’m watching life evolve. SIRENS Ok we shall begin. Oh winged maiden, daughters of earth, oh how I lose myself in your fretful verse. Your meadow heaps with rotten corpses and rags of skin and bones. Upon the rocks our vessels crash in a sea of sweat of days gone by. Your beauty masks a sunken evil temptation that I cannot resist. And so we sail to the sound of singing. Through deadly enchantment we proceed. Guiding the living to the unloving dead lights in this world. So it’s time to put a record on to help the medicine go down. Most say blood is thicker than water, My doctor seems to disagree, He says my blood ain’t what it ought to be, He says there’s something wrong with me. People think that I’m unstable, I tell them I’m made of stone, I’ll ride this storm out and leave this madness behind, as I head for home. Cos when I grow up, I want to be an astronaut, And not suffer death by a thousand paper cuts. Cos when I grow up, I don’t want to be forgot, And sink into despair, Don’t want to be forgotten. I always hear sirens, All my life. I always hear sirens, In my mind. I'm not crazy like the doctor says, the Sirens lured me in. MY ASHES At war with the world, since the day I was born. There’s bad blood between us, and there’s blood on my hands. But I take it with a pinch of salt, and rub it in my wounds. I’d rather burn in hell then be in heaven with you, I’d rather choke on my ashes, I’d rather choke on my ashes. The sword that I held, has now been set in stone. And though the battle has been won, the war has just begun. But I take it with a pinch of salt, and rub it in my wounds. I’d rather burn in hell then be in heaven with you, I’d rather choke on my ashes, I’d rather choke on my ashes.

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