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I'm Stung
04:07
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I'm off the rails I'm off the train
I'm under water down the drain
I'm off the spinner, spinning loud
I'm just a gentle mushroom cloud
I killed myself, came back to life
Explored myself with a kitchen knife
With a kitchen knife
Get off my foot get off my chest
My brain is bleeding curly flesh
I'm running out of ways to be
Choking on the analogy
I'm turning water on and off
And now I choke and now I cough
And now I cough
I'm rising high I'm in the clouds
I'm disappearing in the crowds
I'm running out of bloody meat
I worship all my flaming sheets
I'm turning out and I'm learning loud
I'm dying free I'm really proud
I'm undone to the maximum
Ferocity to get really stung
There's a radio in my throat
And it plays all the best songs that I know
And it plays all the best songs that I know
And it plays all the best songs that I know
There's a television in my brain
And it plays all the best shows I'm in pain
And it plays all the best shows I'm in pain
And it plays all the best shows I'm in pain
Radio
In my head
Radio
In my head, head
Radio
In my head
Radio
In my head, head
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2. |
Siamese Chainsaw
05:28
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See it in me deeper
You can't get it any cheaper
Roll around a little
Take a hammer to your fiddle
Swallow all the glass
Bring a gun with you to mass
Quietly observe
All the numbers in your nerve
Speak of everyway
You can wear a black beret
Burn yourself alive
Bring the flames into the hive
Run on empty back to back
Screaming like a silverback
Understand there are no signs
There's nothing left to undermine
hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)
Breathe in all the fumes
commit yourself to something soon
take a dollar everytime
that purple rat runs up your spine
Go inside to be alone
youre almost nothing on your own
take a second to digest
youre not the one who beats his chest
and being not the mighty beast
you must feel free to speak the least
all the rest consuming hell
have much to say but little to tell
when it comes to oratory
you will need a laboratory
so build your words with silent care there are no hairs to split
hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)
and everything stopped meaning what it meant
and was free to smash itself to bits
dont kid yourself
there are no hairs to split
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4. |
A Second Head
04:29
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So much hate
So much love
So much confusion
So much absolution
They say
That if I go one way
I can‘t go the other
But I know that’s a crock
And choose one I will not
I’ll take all of ‘em
Right here in front of me
Cuz I’m that free
Fuck your hang-ups
Fuck your pride
I’m full of your mistakes inside
I’ll be whatever I want to be
I’ll do whatever I want to do
I’m an automatic duplicity
I’ve got double-edged veracity
Two headed
Self-starter
In love with the energy of hate
But I’ve got so much more to lose
I’ll take a dichotomy over a clean slate
Oroboro
Self-destructive
Palindrome of me
I’m untying the knot
Cuz I never forgot
You think you’ll choose
One thing to rejoice in
You’re one millionth of a man
And when you get sick of that
You’ll just move on to the next scam
There is no way to tell
Who’s divine and who’s in hell
Except to see what they do
When someone rings Pavlov’s bell
I don’t pretend to be whole
I know I’m incomplete
But at least I know my boundaries
And I stand on my own feet
I’m second to your neurosis
I know where I stand
But in my own life
I’m a dedicated man
And I’m so damn free
To consider authenticity
In this world of distortions
Truth is how you proportion it
Two-headed beast
That’s the world, I believe
Every truth is double-sided
Emphasize it don’t elide it
I can’t stop
Un-making your sense
You think you’re some kind of authority
Cuz you tilt your head and scorn me
You think you’ve got it figured out
But you’ve got nothing left to doubt
In your little world it’s raining
You’re only happy when you’re complaining
You don’t respect me
But I respect myself
And I respect you too
Cuz I don’t live in your kind of hell
I’m two-headed
But you’re just torn
Between one petty loyalty
And your next triviality
I will accept ambiguity
There is no truth to find
Between the black and white lines
There’s only shades of other people’s minds
We will never run out
Of single truths to be made
That so-called sense you make of this world
Where all your little facts will fade
There’s just what you believe there is
And I believe in nothing
Yeah you think that I’m just bored
Or that I’ve gotta think there’s something
But the truth is all I see
Are your factions on the TV
And even your unknown political cults jump out of obscurity
When I walk down the street
Everybody’s got a message
You’re just another voice you think that you’re in tune with the so-called masses
What is this divinely heroic savior that you seek?
Are you not yourself a part of the masses living for the workweek?
But you judge us from afar
Who is fit and who’s sub-par
And it changes every week
Your reification of the meek
I swear my allegiance to nothing in existence the only truth I hold is that truth can’t be held amen.
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5. |
Wasp
05:41
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Tons and tons of warbling
Voices
Box a few more for the road
If you want this
But you don’t, do you not?
Cuz it stings you
Like an insect wiggling
In your skin
And you know that you’re not
In the jungle
But it feels just so
In the tunnel
Sliding down burning slopes
To the bottom
Of your bone, charred ivory
In bloody water
What is this
Fleshly hammer
In my bone
What is this
Stiff laughter
In my heart
What is this
Gushing irony
From my skin
What is this
Sticky stinger
In my wing
I admit there’s no program
There’s no sense
I am cradle I am hammock
For the end
Fluent garbage spoken me
In the basement
But it hurts to be the one
Bleeding nonsense
And I wish it was clear
What the sky said
When I was born to the heathen
And the head
Like a bee sting
In the evening
Like a wasp
Like a wasp
Like a wasp (rep)
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It puts me in a jar
It puts me in a jar
It puts me in a jar
No it does no it does no it does
It puts me in a jar
No it does no it does no it does
I’m under
The TV
I’m inside
Your speakers
I’m trapped in
A CD
Unwrap me
From your bleeding flesh
Okay then, it’s a little
More colorful
Than I imagined
But it’s still
Like hell
In the airtight
On the spare flight
I’m out there
With the white noise
(rep 8x)
With the white noise
With the white noise
It puts me in a jar
No it does no it does no it does
It puts me in a jar
No it does no it does no it does
I’m out there
With the white noise
(rep 8x)
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7. |
101
04:00
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DiscoAbsurdo AM, Brazil
Experimental electronic duo who met online in March 2009, have not inhaled since. Synths, beats, guitars by Morris via Norfolk, UK. Vox by Olson via NYC. After self-releasing several EP's, and rotating on UK-based Internet radio shows like BBC Norfolk Introducing, DA released an EP and full-length on netlabel Misspelled Records. Since 2012 proud members of the DIY Bandits collective family. ... more
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