Rob Taxpayer
patreon
#347: "Purple Mountain Lies"
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 19:24:43 +0000 UTCHi folks! I'm back from the east coast Taxpayers tour. It was so great to see so many of you Song of the Week Clubbers.
This is one that I started working on before tour and finally got a chance to jump back into it. It would sound great as a full band one, I think. Got more editing on it to do still, but thought I'd share where it's at right now. Listen to that funky bass!
California Taxpayers tour starts in like a week. That's wild. I'm gonna need a long break after this one. This will probably be the last Taxpayers tour for a long while; my guess is that we will probably take a break to concentrate on recording some new stuff, and possibly play a one-off show here or there, but who knows at this point.
Lots more to tell you about the east coast shows and life in general, but I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna try to catch a nap while Zippy boy naps.
Hope you're hanging in! -rob
PURPLE MOUNTAIN LIES
Lies to make you panic.
Lies to make you hate.
Lies to paralyze a million lives in every state.
Lies that trickle from the top, cast away like falling rain.
Lies that bring you comfort.
Lies that bring you pain.
That make you purple from the outrage,
Ready to roll heads.
Ready to feel anger,
Ready to feel so misled.
Ready to feel fear.
Fear and bitter rage.
Focus on the past because this world’s seen better days.
Hard to live without hope and purpose.
Hard to live without daily bread.
Hard to live with uncertain future, so we swallow:
Lies, lies, lies. Lies, lies, lies.
Lies, lies, lies. Lies, lies, lies.
Purple mountain lies.
Bullets in your homes.
Bullets in your schools
Bullets in your courts because the bullets make the rules.
Bullets for your teachers.
Bullets for your priests.
Bullets have no conscience when the bullets get released.
Get released into a crowded street without regard for life.
When bullets come, the bullets run the nature of the fight,
Run the nature of the freedom when the bullets follow lies.
Bullets fill the void when we’ve destroyed our very lives, because it’s:
Hard to live without hope and purpose.
Hard to live without daily bread.
Hard to live without uncertain future, so we parrot:
Lies, lies, lies. Lies, lies, lies.
Lies, lies, lies. Lies, lies, lies.
Purple mountain lies.
