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Life's long Leashes
03:03
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Life’s Long Leashes
Shackled, tamed, leashed and branded
I am the worm
I’m caught and I’m trapped
Can’t get out this claustrophobic mischief
I’m caught and I’m trapped
Can’t get out, I feel the pull from beneath.
Dragged along on life’s long leashes
I am the worm.
I’m losing my will, the devil’s deceit
I am the worm
I’m losing my will, the devil’s deceit
I feel the pull from beneath.
Dragged along on life’s long leashes
Moving, squirming, twisting turning
I am the worm.
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2. |
Printing Plate Coffin
01:31
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Industry gonna grind all things to dust,
Thanks to the people sea,
They fear their death but not their frontal lobotomies.
And every day its stomping like a train towards nothing.
We dig our graves and we pay for the shovels.
Banging in the nails to our printing plate coffins.
A system of wires, build to foreshorten the few things in life that’s truly important.
Outsourcing love, banning aggression, medicating fear, and demonizing passion.
We dig our graves and we pay for the shovels.
Banging in the nails to our printing plate coffins.
Industry rips the metal from the soil, but gives us guaranty
Of a life without pain, so you can’t feel the boot stomping on your face
Deeper and deeper into the hole we create.
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3. |
Goodbye Road
01:37
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Woman in the passenger seat.
Shades gleaming with mischief.
Driving 100 mph.
Wind is blowing in my face.
The spirits from beyond:
You’re gonna die in a car crash.
Die
You’re gonna die in a car crash.
Woman in the passenger seat.
My heart yearns for a bitch in heat.
Burning rubber smell of gas,
Whisky gushing from the flask.
The spirits from beyond:
You’re gonna die in a car crash.
Die.
You’re gonna die in a car crash.
Woman in the passenger seat.
Shades gleaming with mischief.
The steering wheel is spinning wild,
Sudden crash, we’re gonna die!
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4. |
Wind
02:07
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Oh to be wind to be nothing but wind,
Rushing and gushing strangling and kind,
Never worry ‘bout time,
An eternal sigh.
Everything is on its way,
The invisible god,
scatters everything you say,
turns it into naught.
No slave to the light no slave to the gloom,
with breath as my bride truth be my tomb.
I´ll be the liar’s bane.
I’ll nurse the crazy and stifle the sane.
Everything is on its way,
The invisible god,
scatter everything you say,
turns it into naught.
When the fat lady sings,
And it’s all beyond,
Let me cross the line:
Existence failing.
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5. |
Snake Charmer
01:06
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She is a snake
She is a snake
She is a snake
My dancing snake
Writhing, squirming
In her basket
Hissing, moaning
leaves me gasping
Writhing, squirming
In her basket
Swaying, dancing
Eyes on the flute
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6. |
Elliot Gould
01:23
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What a man
He makes the cut
What a man
Cool, suave and hot
The Long Goodbye
California Split
The Player
Busted and Who?
What a man
He makes the cut
What a man
Cool, suave and hot
The Long Goodbye
California Split
Little Murders
Busted and Who?
I was changing a light bulb over Groucho Marx's bed,
so I took my shoes off,
got on his bed and changed the bulb.
When I got off the bed he said:
That's the best acting you've ever done.'
What a man
He makes the cut
What a man
Elliot Gould
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7. |
Make it Rain
01:47
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I must be seen
I’m always very sassy and clean
I can make it rain
And I will take it all
I must be seen
My life is a tiny machine
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8. |
Meat Artist
02:05
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Busted eye
Hair n fingers entwined
Satisfy
Flesh knotted and tied
.
You want my meat
Teeth-grinding greed
We’ll melt together like fat thighs on a hot leather seat
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9. |
November Grief
04:21
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Dead night,
Black knight,
Moon light,
What a sight!
Just to see,
Your heart beat.
Bone key,
Porcelain gleam.
Starless night above us.
Black night be your lover.
Raven eyes,
Hidden surprise.
The Sacred lies,
Between your thighs.
Apart from us,
All turn to dust.
Falling leaves,
November grief!
Starless night above us.
Black night be your lover.
Starless night above us.
Black night be your lover.
To whom it may concern, I did a night well spend,
In mortal starvation, nigh unbearable agitation,
To see her one more time.
And though I feared my end, too far I now have come,
Cause blinding obscuration, and loss of gravitation,
Her love, my pain, her sign.
Lo, who can see the night, with talons scorching bright?
In fixed asphyxiation, with burning penetration,
My torso she did bind.
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Misopædist
01:37
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where are all the grown-ups, I’m gonna throw up, when I see what nowadays is passing for an adult. Toddlers in suits play the game they were taught never question the rules and
from where they were brought.
I’m a child, you’re a child, we’re kids, just kids!
Infants in a crib build by the system to undermine resistance and hide their oppression. A rattle or a smartphone, same fucking thing, both steal your attention, and keeps you from crying.
I’m a child, you’re a child, we’re kids, just kids!
where are all the grown-ups, I’m gonna throw up, when I see what nowadays is passing for an adult. Who would we be without diapers and nannies? Covered in shit, crying for our families.
But we would grow, so let’s grow up.
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11. |
A Path to their World
03:14
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When you're all alone,
What do they hear, what do they know?
When you're all alone,
Why are they here, what do they know?
Razorblade, cut a path to their world
Razorblade, learn the things they know
As we close our eyes
Their finger’s are near, they pull us low
What do they take, where do they go?
Razorblade, cut a path to their world
Razorblade, learn the things they know
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