The Curse of Our Kind

by Motel Glory

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5 songs not on an LP is an EP.

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released July 27, 2017

MoGlo v3.1 = Stan, Gentry, Josiah, Greg.

Tenderly tracked Mothers Day '17 by Jeremy Snyder @ Old House.

Thank you Chris Garges, Neesmith, Lauren Fowler, Lee Lockard.

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Motel Glory Rock Hill, South Carolina

Chaotic rock-and-roll that winks and screams.

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Track Name: Curse of Our Kind
Staring into sunset, Cherokee County line,
Gas station shots of God-knows-what,
I hope you’re ready, say a prayer and pour the wine,
The whole world’s screaming in my ear,
Your whisper’s all I want to hear.

White-knuckling Appalachia,
My shirt is clean soaked through,
Doing 80 in the right lane ‘cause it's all this piece of shit can do.
I grin the dumbest grin, I think I’ve come unglued,
Pinch myself and it’s all true.
Get set - I’m coming straight for you,

White lines blurring - can’t see,
Full-moon laughing at me,
Bug-kill graveyard on the windshield now,
18-wheelers swerving,
Hairpin curves unnerving,
And I’m cranking Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake,
I’m wide awake.

Five wasted years would not stop the bleeding,
I’m always half-empty but always believed in
our storybook ending - and that’s why I’m speeding.
Compensating for lost time,
Breaking the curse of our kind.

White lines blurring - can’t see,
Full-moon laughing at me,
Bug-kill graveyard on the windshield now,
18-wheeler swerving,
Hairpin curves unnerving,
And I’m cranking The Ramones debut,
I’ll get to you.

Patience is a virtue but my vices just don’t care,
Ten more miles and I’ll be there.
Track Name: Turned Yellow and Died
He said “Why do I feel so alone? This used to be my second home, Don’t believe what they say about me, man. The rumours tend to be wrong”.

And then a crack in his bullfrog voice, and I knew he’d long since made his choice. Trembling hands, cut off after one drink. He stormed out, dejected, destroyed.

Spike your serotonin. I hope it blasts you from the rut you rolled into. Spike your dopamine until your broken heart can’t feel a goddamn thing.

My friend turned yellow and died. Weaned himself clean for a transplant list but his liver was already fried. Greene's NW Chapel - they parked his old Fairlane outside.
Track Name: Backslider
Tell me why I come here, tell me why I stay,
Home is where I sleep it off but I don’t sleep anyway,
Troubled whispers in my ear, I don’t hear what they say,
Five drinks past diminishing returns - I still can’t fade.

Save me from tonight,
I’ll backslide come tomorrow,
A full tank of gas - I ain’t getting far, though.

Self-pity peaks at last call, but it’s a full-time job,
Young pups say they’re racking up, old dogs claim they’ve been robbed,
Every rotten barrel has an apple that won’t turn,
Snatch me while I’m ripe ‘cause I can’t fend off these worms.

Save me from tonight,
I’ll backslide come tomorrow,
I healed up quick, you can still see the scar, though.

Every slackjawed savior’s selling lightning from a jar,
Every local loser flaunts a discount falling star,
Look me in the eye, get high on my last lie.

Save me from tonight,
I’ll backslide come tomorrow,
Ain’t got no brakes - I’m digging the spark, though.
Track Name: No Shadow
Shake it off and pay attention,
There’s a shadow that’s been growing long,
It rips off everything you do
Before it crawls away from you,
Sinking light behind your bones.
Where’s the slipshod kid
with the eat-shit grin
and the spark in his eye?
Did they sub him with a pale imitation -
Did they execute the other guy?

Setting sun, no fun,
Hack it up, you’re still alive,
Wriggle free while you can,
Ride, pony ride.

Broken eyes scan flesh out of habit,
Broken hands twitch, dumb confused,
Broken legs can’t run away,
Broken brain cannot relay the words
for broken mouth to chew.
Gravity of every year,
Naked wires, grinding gears,
Fuse is blown,
Shake it off and pay attention,
Wretch it up or dry-heave
Parts unknown...

Setting sun, no fun,
Hack it up - you’re still alive,
A shadow’s long and then it’s gone,
Ride, pony, ride...