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1969
05:28
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Hit the streets, hit the night,
Strolling sunset, shooting white,
Wine and whiskey, brandy dreams,
Hold on lover, slyly screams,
Of bottleneck corpses, writhing fingers
Cold, Dry, Sloppy ringers,
Diamonds in your eyes, cut the air
Comb the corner, Cut the hair
Werewolves in london, howling gasps,
Can we touch and slide, and glide and pass
Ring my ears with waterfalls,
Hold my 45, baby
Shoot my blood with Nicotine,
By my side, baby
Dead wrong, I'm dead wrong, Nah
Once upon a time in Brooklyn,
We were prohibition whiskey crookin,
Willing tommy gun it down,
Sirens falling to the ground,
Ride all night, lets ride all night,
Never drivin fifty five,
slick as grease and smooth as silk
Never trusted mother's milk
Ring my ears with waterfalls,
Hold my 45, baby
Shoot my blood with nicotine,
By my side baby,
Slump along the bathroom floor,
Almost time, baby,
Feel the blood rush up my spine,
Side by side, baby,
Dead wrong, I'm dead wrong, nah
Never felt so fast,
Goddamn,
Hold the past,
Sand,
On my toes,
walk,
My eyes blood,
shot
Dead wrong, never dead wrong, nah baby,
dead wrong, never wrong baby
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2. |
.38 Special
03:14
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Bedroom windows, curtains closed,
Cracked and widowed, curtains old,
Bedroom windows, blinds are down
Sound stage family, gather round
Daddy's got a gift for mommy in the box,
Mommy's got a trick for daddy in her socks,
Falling down like staged and scripted,
Sliding past, i'm undetected,
Show me your bright blue stone age pupils
Rocks and gravel thrown at cupid
Love at sight, but not at first,
locked and loaded, draw the hearse
ladders up to bedroom windows,
ladders up to bedroom windows,
ladders up to bedroom windows,
climb and climb and climb to get up
Daddy's got a gift for mommy in the box,
Mommy's got a trick for daddy in her socks,
Let's take a ride, oh baby let's take a ride,
Crooked curbs, oh drive the night
Let's climb the heights of bricks and wood,
to where your bedroom window stood
ladders up to bedroom windows,
climb and climb and climb to get up
Daddy's got a gift for mommy in the box,
Mommy's got a trick for daddy in her socks,
Daddy's got a gift for mommy in the box,
Mommy's got a trick for daddy in her socks,
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Oh, Don't you look so fine, all stained in red, like wine on the carpet, under the bed
Looking sharp, knife incarnate, sharp, plucking words like cherubs harp,
only in the brain of man, old wood dust of saws, hard rotten to the core, no good, flawed
but goddamn, the fire's burning bright, and warm and beckons, holy night
the stars are brightly shining, dim. books of grace can't save my skin
and hell is calling out, "come closer" stretching hands to cleanse the sober,
cuts and scars on arms all over, know her, i know her, know her, know her
she speaks to me in tongues, she speaks to me with lungs, she breathes to me with tongues
she closes breaks in runs
she speaks to me with dust she whittles away my rust she speaks to me in tongues,
she breathes to me with lungs
gallop along the dried up beaches, riding toward the ocean
speeding towards halcyon halos, finished, never done
all along the coastline, bodies are beached and sore
ride towards the blackened shallows, asking them for more
oh, don't you look so sweet, all covered in blue, like skies with clouds so dark enough to block the hue,
looking like a sharp dressed pilot, flying towards the devil's pues, locked and closing in on its jealous muse
only disdain of man, old news headlines, shattering bones to made up deadlines,
but god damn, god damn, the fire's bright, flaunting pseudonyms of holy lights,
the rain is slamming down on tin, grace of angels sears my skin,
and hell is calling out, "come closer", stretching hands to cleanse the sober,
slicing deep into my arms, all over, i know her, know her, know i know her
she speaks to me in tongues, she speaks to me with lungs, she breathes to me with tongues
she closes in and runs
she speaks to me with dust, she whittles away my rust, she speaks to me in tongues,
she breathes to me with lungs
whispers echo down the hall,
soon, i'll see you after all.
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Cemetery (Cryptwalker)
04:46
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Ohhhh, yeah i walk the graves
Cryptwalker i cruise the dead,
don't exist and don't behave,
the chest i had is filled with lead
and baby, you've got thorns for crowns
holy royalty in far off towns
the light ain't there, the light ain't there,
walk the graves at night i dare
and gates, open like sweet relief
all my hate becomes the root belief
and it ain't pretty, i'm not either
welcome to the land lucifer.
Evil walks among the dead
walk the graves along the rows
bodies twitching six feet bed
the tombstones seem to bellow notes
that sing on fire, light up fuel
the ghosts inside reach out to you
and grab ahold of all the fear
held inside between your ears
and gates, open, baby sweet relief,
all my hate and love and grief
no, ain't pretty, thats for sure,
welcome baby, lucifer
Am I evil? Am I Good?
Ain't no tellin, ain't no tellin
Am I evil? Am i Right?
Ain't no feeling in my mind
Ohhhhhh, i walk at night on graves
tombstone stairs to where i stay
down in mist that coats the ground
whispering that soft sweet sound
death comes closer, low and soft
feel the warm and cleansing cloth
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Soma
03:06
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Feel the gods inside the fruit,
feel the rot inside your roots,
feel the hot inside the boots
that walks you down the path of soot
ashes take you higher,
holy light comes crashing down
all along the pavement higher
only fright comes bashing round
Bleeeed, bleed into challices,
from the open bloody callous
on your hands that shake and shake
everything in life is fake
So takkkee a ride with me
and feeeel what its like to be,
to be alive.
Slowly roll the grass in rows,
burn beneath the thorns on rose
feel the rot inside your nose
that smells like something always known
crashing, take you higher,
holy light comes crashing down
all along the nighttime tower
only if your lookin round
bleeeeed, bleed into challices
from the open bloody callous
on your hands that shake and shake
from everything that feels so fake
so takeeee a ride with me
and feeel what its like to be
alive.
Live like a spider is hugging you with all
eight legs and wrapping round you tight
reduced to beg
to be,
to feel,
to know,
to feel,
alive.
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Dreamer
05:30
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Clouds all black and red and grey,
sky a lion burning mane,
and angels dressed will call my name
dressed like pilgrims simple plain,
and trees will reach from forest heights
and drag you into leaves at night
the flowers whisper, let it go,
and wrap you round, head to toe,
floating up, and ripping part,
an orb of light that holds my heart
will slay the parts that hold me still
and praise the art of blood that spills
dreamer, you can't wake up
dreamer, you can't see much,
dreamer, you can't wake up,
but dreamer, you know my touch
dreamer, you know my touch,
dreamer, take me up
Grass the shade of purple hue,
that reads and screams the nightly news
and bats that you knew hardly flew
will hardly tell their prey from you
Don't need a drip into the vein,
to hear the night call out my name
and drift into a world of flame
that mind can only dream the same
dreamer, you can't wake up
dreamer, you can't see much,
dreamer, you can't wake up
but reamer, you know my touch
you know my touch,
dreameerrrr, take me up
Halcyon and Halos merge
to form a white and holy bird
dreamer, take me up
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My God Kills
02:47
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Show me floods that drain the land
of all the worthless plight of man
and drown the rich with bleach in droves
to form a new wide holy cove
where we can roam the desert night
and hold each other glowing bright
and all the hateful thinking right
will burn in bright red scorching light
Ride, ride the thrill,
of judgement day,
baby, my god kills.
tell the ones that laughed in mobs
to hold their candles marking hot,
the only thing to keep alive
is all the light thats stomped inside
and coast along the red wave beaches
flowing red and sweet as peaches
divine hand holds out and reaches
everything your moral preaches
ride, ride the thrill,
baby, my god kills
babbyyyy, my god kills
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Needle
02:17
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Plume of blood, tomb of scum,
ride inside the blue vein and hum
to hold my head in waterfalls,
it feels like heaven after all
stumble down into the lake
and take swim in waters made
for souls that creep to ghostly havens
down to depths as dark as ravens
swim, swim, swim, swim, swim
needle breaks my breaking skin
swim, down, and swim, sim
needle breaking mortal skin
take me to heaven with
all the warmth, give in
to all the lusts that hold you up
and find a way to get enough
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Razortongue
04:17
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Riding down to arizona, where the boys all sing
of holding hips and singing like the king
and driving through the roads at night and bring-
ing tinged lips that melt to rings
and slice the air they thought was still,
to hurricanes whip all they feel
and numb to touch, immune to words,
the sky comes crashing on the curb
drunk and stumbling like it walks,
but covering the flattened rocks
spit like sharp, and scream like knives,
and hold on tight to whats in sight
lo behold the wrath of man,
he melted kingdoms into sand
razortongue, cutting life with words,
bleeding lung, breathes fire woods,
burn the forest of divine
burn the forest of the night
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Cave
01:56
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I took a ride on a horse from man,
across the desert nightly sand,
Let my brothers trapped in a cave,
warn the desert know my name
Cause the day you say you know i say,
its all passed by and all the same
yeah,
i call you up on the telephone,
and you tell me im someone youve never known
and i know youll never know my name
cause it never stays the same,
and all the wires stripped and old
tell me that i just should go
i just should go
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11. |
Hexes
04:28
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Witch, baby, your a witch,
placing hexes on your whim
holding people on your tongue,
breathing in with their own lungs,
witch, baby, gowned in black,
casting hexes behind backs
to make the leaves turn brown and red
to make them seem like wanting death
cursed, to be alive and breathe,
held the sacred branch of trees,
that grow inside my stillborn dreams,
and wither down to lonely screams
cursed, to ride the waves of loss,
held to choke down sacred moss
that grows along my stillborn dreams,
and rows away to blackened seas
witch, baby, be my witch
hex me with your finger tips
curse my body scar it up
and drink the blood from holy cups
witch, baby, walk the floor,
hex me with those spells of yours
curse my mind to think a sky,
is proof that i am still alive
cursed, to be alive and breathe,
held the sacred branch of trees,
that grow inside my stillborn dreams,
and wither down to lonely screams
cursed, to ride the waves of loss,
held to choke down sacred moss
that grows along my stillborn dreams,
and rows away to blackened seas
spellbound, im yours
witch, baby, im yours
hexes fly like throwing swords
witch, yeah witch, cast it more
cursed, to be alive and breathe,
held the sacred branch of trees,
that grow inside my stillborn dreams,
and wither down to lonely screams
cursed, to ride the waves of loss,
held to choke down sacred moss
that grows along my stillborn dreams,
and rows away to blackened seas
spellbound, im yours
witch, baby, im yours
hexes fly like throwing swords
witch, yeah witch, cast it more
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Look em up
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Harmony and the Trash Humpers Stafford, Virginia
i make music you should listen to with headphones or very loudly. There's a lot there. Just pretend you're driving a truck really fast through the desert with a cigarette
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