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Recorded at Upper Cervical Health Centers of America (Marin, CA).

Special thanks to Dr. Ian Davis-Tremayne D.C.

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released May 30, 2012

Written, arranged, performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by J.T. Machine.

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Track Name: D-Bakl - I'm Overheating
inebriate the last date dismay
pulitzer pickle slits her thwarted efforts at decay
we all support existence in our own way
in my hand place understanding wish that i could look away
the tutelage inside the fridge of daily lives
as we serrate the real estate in which we bury knives
dig them up and carve ourselves away again
unrecognizable to men what with the state we're in

i'm overheating baby
i'm overheating baby
i'm overheating baby
frustrated

the temperature is rising
you feel my serpent's heat
slitherin' up your thighs and hiney
sexin' to the dance beat
time to give that kitty a cleaning
i lick my paws and i stroke that fur
come on pretty kitty let's hear that mewling
as i slide up in your purr

addicted fool a tool just for the gene pool
a brutish service self-surviving with the rest of school
concentrate, too late the clammy hands creep
a slave to organs vomit defecate eat sex sleep
set up the image visage stitch, reality to be
ooky booky boo you want to fuck with me?
think twice take advice from the poltergeist heist
evidence to splice don't those shackles feel nice?

i'm overheating baby
i'm overheating baby
i'm overheating baby
frustrated

the temperature is rising
you feel my serpent's heat
slitherin' up your thighs and hiney
sexin' to the dance beat
time to give that kitty a cleaning
i lick my paws and i stroke that fur
come on pretty kitty let's hear that mewling
as i slide up in your purr

the temperature is rising
you feel my serpent's heat
slitherin' up your thighs and hiney
sexin' to the dance beat
time to give that kitty a cleaning
i lick my paws and i stroke that fur
come on pretty kitty let's hear that mewling
as i slide up in your purr
Track Name: D-Bakl - Billions
hack of all trades and the master of none
most self-effacing folks like me end up tasting the gun
'cause self-pity is a crumbling ritual which preys upon the weak
let's have an eternity of silence while we wait for the strong to speak

this thing: all other things devours
complicates while simplifying and ticking away the hours
your mark is now faded because it never truly stamped
grasping for nostalgia and the lost places which you had tramped
there are no answers just more questions and exhaustion is setting in
i'm betting that your forgetting the rationale behind that silly grin

another lost on the highway
broken thumb pointed my way
how far you going pal?
and i slipped on my bearing
just another red herring
distracted
gal
invalid on the concrete
want to bid but there's no seat
coward
just a game of the pinball
first we're battered and then we fall
what does it matter?
there's no meaning in our defeat
but there's a reason for a repeat
does hope scatter?
invalid on the concrete
want to bid but there's no seat
bouncer

so go ahead and die already
what am i waiting for?
billions of ushers out there
are happy to show me the door

back from the attack of the action slacks stack
too late to hold back as the track turns to crack
shun the one with the mun grabbin' the gun its fun to run
the needle is spun convincing the sun that without a doubt
you are the one
tounge-tied and twisted next gang raped finally fisted
enough to get me pisted, got sore wrists from being blacklisted
life: the big zit tremendous pressure and pus
frantically searching for a friend that won't throw me under the bus
ring-a-ling-a-ding-dong-day happy to hear it clank
embrace your senses smell the stank walk the plank into the dank

another lost on the highway
broken thumb pointed my way
how far you going pal?
and i slipped on my bearing
just another red herring
distracted
gal
invalid on the concrete
want to bid but there's no seat
coward
just a game of the pinball
first we're battered and then we fall
what does it matter?
there's no meaning in our defeat
but there's a reason for a repeat
does hope scatter?
invalid on the concrete
want to bid but there's no seat
bouncer

so go ahead and die already
what am i waiting for?
billions of ushers out there
are happy to show me the door

so go ahead and die already
what am i waiting for?
billions of ushers out there
are happy to show me the door
Track Name: D-Bakl - Burnt Esophagus
abandon hope all ye who dare to enter
force-fed suicide since you were ejected from your placentas
let me paint a picture for you of the human endeavor fire drill
clever skill admired desire conspiring to retire that stubborn will
what the fuck are we fighting for
if not a chance to taste life like they?
go ahead and lie to your medicine cabinet cover and just
see what the comrade in there will say
you slipped on your brutal assent and repented
you helped them prevent your demented crawl
so plunge on down through the wreckage in wake
until there is nothing left inside there to brawl
so plunge on down through the wreckage in wake
until there is nothing left inside there to brawl
let's pay our fees and stand in line
and hope for a benevolent nod or a grin
hold our composure as they ejaculate
and just try to keep it all in
'cause nothing burns and stings quite like submission
as it slides down your esophagus accompanied by your pride
we lost. forget it. just hang up those gloves
at least we can say that we tried
the game cannot be conquered like this
defaulted design makes it so
police brutality is only the prelude
to the eventual upcoming show
tell me a story of a claustrophobic clown
who cleverly escaped from the clown trap
nevermore descends from atop the chamber door and
the labyrinth dissolves into a map
nevermore descends from atop the chamber door and
the labyrinth dissolves into a map
honky see and honky will surely do
you silly rabbit let them beat your culture out of you
hold your head up without prejudice all in the name of the good fight
insane the pain that's read with this no shame and then no spite
Track Name: D-Bakl - Liquid Courage
i lost all my money
i can still hear the screams
a broken man
on the avenue of broken dreams
the soil from the trenches
has soiled my soul and jeans
my fingers and clothes
all fall apart at the seams

hot wet pussy
ice cold beer
liquid courage
come wash away these tears

lost sight of the preacher man
damn near lost my soul
looks like the devil man
is on quite a roll
the shit i'm shoveling
the overflowing cart
looks like the whole world
is going to fall apart

hot wet pussy
ice cold beer
liquid courage
come wash away these tears

now i've lost my bearing
can't seem to find my place
that asshole in the mirror
well i don't like his face
can't trust the look of him
or how he makes me feel
i need some distance
another turn of the wheel

hot wet pussy
ice cold beer
liquid courage
come wash away these tears

now i've lost everything
and that is hard to swallow
i cased all these simple promises
which all turned out hollow
i guess i can still sit here
and wait for my time to die
a little wisdom and
the courage to cry

no more pussy
no more beer
no more pussy
no more beer
no more pussy
no more beer
no more pussy
no more beer
all that time wasted living in fear
Track Name: D-Bakl - Code Legit
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars

for my own say, here at the end of the day
it's time to pay dreams and lost hope have withered away so dismayed
self-test results: rolling in the verdict: you fail
go off the rail teach myself braille inside a jail cell in hell
lose my sense of vision can't see the reason or rhyme
a quick collision, lose my balance trip all the time
you claim intelligence why don't you got something to say
neatly dissected all my flaws are here on grotesque display

a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again

i hear the words tumbling from my mouth feeling the sting
see the gate swing hear it latch and resonate with the ring
the image in the mirror is way too clear the drugs too opaque
teeth are rattling inside my skull from the earthquake
diagnosis yields that i'm not fit to lead or to follow
check my back trail find that all that's left digested and hollow
honor and pride, tell me that its not just a mask
guess i am stuck trying to meet the impossible task

a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again

we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars

short-sighted luxury seems to be the word on the street
everyone trying to relentlessly keep time with the beat
cry of the lobsters reminiscent of the end for us all
the boiling water bubbles pitched the place which we must fall
feasted on by the gluttonous malevolent few
you sold your tail it's kind of funny that you hadn't a clue
bask in the glory of your final demise
you support it all with your own selfish lies

a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again

first we are growing up and then we are just shrinking again
feeble attempts to be reflective and record it in pen
who made you god more than i
where does possession really end? wake up we all own the sky
strength is irrelevant i'm drained and then i slip down the sink
all my illusions and delusions are beginning to stink
mold and the rot of the american dreams
what we forgot built on a mountain of inaudible screams

a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again
a self-fulfilled prophecy manifested again

we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it? (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it? (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it? (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it? (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
we hit the code legit we spend our salt and spit so what's up with it? (what it)
we support the floors for the pimps and whores and bleeding in their wars
Track Name: D-Bakl - God's Practical Joke
god's practical joke swung his feet out of bed this morn
scanned his surroundings: littered dirty things and porn
after battling natural adhesive that glued his eyelids shut once again
he found himself in the same old rut
god's practical joke swung his feet out of bed this morn
scanned his surroundings: littered dirty things and porn
after battling natural adhesive that glued his eyelids shut once again
he found himself in the same old rut
another dreamer and he's maladjusted
his dreams are shattered and his hopes are busted
universe delights observing his downfall
no expectation left to climb up that wall

another dreamer and he's maladjusted
his dreams are shattered and his hopes are busted
universe delights observing his downfall
no expectation left to climb up that wall

mic check one and two is this thing over your head, better off dead
seeing only red parroting what you think you thought that they said
so are you the bad ass the one that is going to turn the whole world upside down
the diamond in the rough the talent all the agents never found
spending all this time and energy proving what it means to be a man
if you want to hear god laughing go ahead and make a plan
repeated kicks make the testicles swollen
lose your sense of humor and the world laughs at your expense
enjoy all your shortcomings and grow a little
you find yourself more justly recompensed
there will come a day they don't teach about in grammar school
better pay attention separating all the kings and fools
demystified self image and you're forced to take a better look
turn and run today and forever you will be on the hook

you think inertia'll carry you across the stormy sea?
you think that you're special and you can reach infinity?
ignoring all the warnings and everything that they will mean
you never see the great white shark before it rips into your spleen

god's practical joke swung his feet out of bed this morn
scanned his surroundings: littered dirty things and porn
after battling natural adhesive that glued his eyelids shut once again
he found himself in the same old rut
god's practical joke swung his feet out of bed this morn
scanned his surroundings: littered dirty things and porn
after battling natural adhesive that glued his eyelids shut once again
he found himself in the same old rut

another dreamer and he's maladjusted
his dreams are shattered and his hopes are busted
universe delights observing his downfall
no expectation left to climb up that wall
another dreamer and he's maladjusted
his dreams are shattered and his hopes are busted
universe delights observing his downfall
no expectation left to climb up that wall
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Collapse & Decay
are you there yet?
disappointed
in humanity?
soul recital
fastened bridal
is it all a trap?
smoke and mirrors
compromise it
then despise it
quit. start again.
same old feeling
lost and reeling
collapse and decay
dare to feel it
neuron faker
shadow taker
redefine yourself

are you there yet?
disappointed
with humanity?
beaten senseless

charcoal, blackened soul, villain's lost horizon
in the name of the person we've all heard of

beautiful compulsion in a disgusting sort of way
i seek to express but i can't find the words to say
beautiful compulsion in a disgusting sort of way
i seek to express but i can't find the words to say

are you there yet?
disappointed
with humanity?
beaten senseless
contemplate it
can't imagine
how it's wasted

are you there yet?
disappointed
in humanity?
beaten senseless
contemplate it
can't imagine
how it's wasted
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Process of Bastardization
process of bastardization
we're taught to disregard our culture
so we dilute others
process of bastardization

all that can still remain, sarcasm

follow along little slave
hollow machine in search of new
data to assimilate
process of bastardization

all that can still remain, sarcasm
all that can still remain, sarcasm

con
vic
ted
to
con
vic
tion
tem
po
ra
ri
ly
con
vent
con
vict

all that can still remain, sarcasm
all that can still remain, sarcasm
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Stillness
cough and sneeze so hard you throw your arms out of socket
everything begins to smell just like a nosebleed
marionette in search of an animator
staring at the dust on the cardboard floor

stillness is deafening
stillness is deafening
stillness is deafening, why don't you shut up and listen?
stillness is deafening, why don't you shut up and listen?

silence in the air the paralyzing stare
listen to the sound of regurgitated glare
dormancy sets in speed toward the obsolete
where does it begin? wherefore the end to meet?

stillness is deafening
stillness is deafening
stillness is deafening, why don't you shut up and listen?
stillness is deafening, why don't you shut up and listen?

logic is the path, the path to misery, one ounce of it will taint entire sea of dreams
logic is the path, the path to misery, one ounce of it will taint
entire sea of dreams, end possibility
entire sea of dreams, end possibility
entire sea of dreams, end possibility
entire sea of dreams, end possibility

entire sea of dreams, end possibility
entire sea of dreams, end possibility

entire sea of dreams, end possibility
entire sea of dreams, end possibility

cough and sneeze so hard you throw your arms out of socket
everything begins to smell just like a nosebleed
marionette in search of an animator
staring at the dust on the cardboard floor

stillness is deafening
stillness is deafening
stillness is deafening, why don't you shut up and listen?
stillness is deafening, why don't you shut up and listen?
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Android
android devoid of life's mysteries
this hour devoured by man's bland histories
android devoid of life's mysteries
this hour devoured by man's bland histories
self-fulfilled prophecy

growing up shrinking again
feeble attempts to record it in pen
who made you god more than i?
wake the hell up we all own the sky
strength is now drained and i slip down the sink
all my delusions beginning to stink
mold and the rot of american dreams
built on a mountain of inaudible screams

robotic prostitute

self-fulfilled android devoid of life's mysteries
this hour devoured by man's bland histories
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Unnatural
faint sirens of emergency
continually present inside me
that piece of evil living comfortably
so easily detested inside me

unnatural: the thought
unnatural: the impulse
cries for help will only lead
to incarceration
expression: lack of freedom
suppression: lack of freedom

unnatural: the thought
unnatural: the impulse
cries for help will only lead to incarceration
expression: lack of freedom
suppression: lack of freedom

both will lead to the eventual crescendo

pulsing alarms and flashing lights
with them is brought forced claustrophobia
failure: the only option
so easy to condemn behind the security of the broadcast prophylactic
when man's helplessness is all that is left
and tools to cope to blunt to do the trick

the great idea decays around
the great idea decays around the flaw
the great idea decays around
the great idea decays around the flaw
the great idea decays around
the great idea decays around
the great idea decays around the flaw

the great idea decays around
the great idea decays around the flaw
the great idea decays around
the great idea decays around the flaw

gravitation toward sin piles on top of it
gravitation toward sin piles on top of it

unnatural: the thought
unnatural: the impulse
cries for help will only lead to incarceration
expression: lack of freedom
suppression: lack of freedom

unnatural: the thought
unnatural: the impulse
cries for help will only lead to incarceration
expression: lack of freedom
suppression: lack of freedom

both will lead to the eventual crescendo
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Roadkill Eyes
born crooked in the house of deceit
not to make you upset
i tried the lies, the fake suicides
and i met regret on the stinger of pride
glutton punishment, lust for vanity's hide
straighten out the wrath for the greed of justice
i'm just kidding myself
wool to the moth human to sloth
and i met regret on the stinger of pride
glutton punishment, lust for vanity's hide
polecat putrescence locked with roadkill eyes
cannibal cadaver leaving not for the flies

moan, swallow, groan, vomit
(moan) half-digested
(swallow) dreams and sorrow
(groan) regurgitated
(vomit) bile and pain
(moan) half-digested
(swallow) dreams and sorrow
(groan) regurgitated
(vomit) bile and pain

he's a good kid but he's got a mean streak
some bad habits and prone to fits
and he met regret on the stinger of pride
glutton punishment, lust for vanity's hide
how much longer can i hold back these fists
no way for me to tell
extinguish your life and slide off the knife
then i'll meet regret on the stinger of pride
glutton punishment, lust for vanity's hide
polecat putrescence locked with roadkill eyes
cannibal cadaver leaving not for the flies

moan, swallow, groan, vomit
(moan) half-digested
(swallow) dreams and sorrow
(groan) regurgitated
(vomit) bile and pain
(moan) half-digested
(swallow) dreams and sorrow
(groan) regurgitated
(vomit) bile and pain
Track Name: Tinklepotty - Resilient Motor
replication. like the species becoming endangered. we create things for the offspring to hate having to do while biding their time on this planet, wondering "just why am i here?" media machine keeps reinforcing fantasy. image of self importance and unrealistic indulgence all the while...