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Evil Against Evil
01:34
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2. |
No Fixed Address
03:43
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When I suck up drugs like an electrolux, when I flip my hair like I don't fucking care, I'm dressed for success, and I'm blessed, of no fixed address. Duke Elegant dust of diamond collared, fingers fold in fists of dollars with a rattling tap of his silvered cane come the well-heeled duke of the dust & rain. He's dressed for success. He's blessed- Of no fixed address. I wanna wanna be somebody BIG.
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3. |
Nice People
03:29
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The world is full of nice people, kind people
doing lots of things behind your back
waiting for their moment to attack
the world is full of lovely people, beautiful people
building little castles in their head
and every single one of them wants you dead
you are only dirt beneath their feet
one more little victim of their flashlight fancy
so try and punch that clock on the beat
the world is full of humble people, innocent people
praying to their gods to make them rich
but you're just one more ignorant son-of-a-bitch, right?
Cuz you are only dirt beneath their feet.
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Julia Peculiar
02:41
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Julia Peculiar, you been a naughty girl
It'll come back to haunt you
You killed all of your children, you pushed 'em in a well
You did it, but you didn't want to
The voices in your head
told you what to do
when everyone you love is dead
ah, what will you do?
Your crime career is through!
J.P. is locked up inna dock
all alone and frightened
with teams of doctors to watch you round the clock
keep yr jacket straightly tightened
oh how they love to see your pretty face
wracked with guilt and regret
for all the crimes you'll never perpetrate
ah, but you might still yet
the voices in yr head will never go away
you'll raise the tally of the dead
when you're released someday
then oh, the price they'll pay
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5. |
Crystal Cage
02:12
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You're so spectral, I've got to know you but I
can't seem to figure out yr wave
I'm feeding on yr paranoia
Gonna catch you in a crystal cage
You're liable to be on trial for sticking style like a fly upon the wall
You can die like a butterfly upon a window pane I'll use the
saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame
refrain.
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6. |
The Octopus Is Sad
02:18
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The Octopus is sad.
He dreams his life is colored
with the dreariest melancholy
one ever could imagine
The Octopus has been thinking about all the shit he's done to people
and every time he's let them down or made them cry aloud
but if there's any light within his vacant eyes
you'll never see through his disguise and you'll never recognize
Cuz the Octopus is glamorous he wears a three piece suit and smiles
goes to all the bright cafes, the people know his name
He'll walk down to the market square
to search beneath the apples there
talk to the bananas as he winks at the grocery boys
and if there's any light within his vacant eyes you'll never
see through his disguise and you'll never recognize
that the Octopus is tired of his life he'd like to call it quits
just turn out every light then maybe go to sleep forever
the Octopus has been feeling rather ill
all his possessions drag him down
below the darkest depths where the octopuses drown
and if there's any light within his vacant eyes
you'll never see through this disguise, you ain't never gonna recognize.
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7. |
Yesteryear
03:29
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Careless of the west end of the water
they've sauntered like lambs to their slaughter
tilting and twisting they came
through sheltering lost remains
I marry my carriage completely
in spite how they callously treat me
in to the flames I'll consign
every crux of creative design
the drums of disaster cascading
indelicate cautious they fading
they whined like the wind without knowing
directionless, senseless they going
Yesteryear, and all the little boys are clearing you out of their heads
you might as well get up and get out of bed
go and make yourself some coffee and eggs
you're mind has been making mistakes
your knees quakeingly shake
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8. |
Great God Pan
06:40
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I climbed up the mountain from that fine old West Virginia soil
and drank to the Pharisee "A lie alone is sold."
Flung forth from the fountain, feathered serpent, bright in trembling coils
clung to the candle in the canyon of the soul
I'm the Great God Pan
gonna do what I want to
I'm telling you man
You better burn your eyes
Praise all that I am
pile up peril upon you
Because there ain't nobody else here in the dark who knows
the light is fading,
just anticipating on your soul
And after all is said and done, you're just an actor, 6 foot 1
and all this common earth will drag you down
I dreamt of a city on the cold North Ontario shore
with twelve golden pyramids and I alone it's lord
I watched from the window while the fires of oblivion soared
and fell five foot forward when the wolf was at the door
Sysyphus? Can you handle this?
All this talk of words and only yesterday you spurned me oh
Eurydice? Are you into me?
All this talk of maybe, c'mon baby save me from myself.
Whilst somewhere on the brightest star, Jesus plays a gold guitar
high above the ivory vibrant clouds
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I saw an aquatic rat today.
I saw an aquatic rat today.
Down in the lake by my house.
He had a little house that he liked to be in too
He liked to swim around.
He lived in a little house.
With a little ratty wife.
And some kids.
I am that rat.
I have a little house.
I have a wife and kid.
I like to swim.
I make the best of a bad situation.
It's the year of the rat.
Not the year of the dragon.
We'll make the best
of a bad situation.
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10. |
Maggie Malone
09:59
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The wind ain't what's been howling in the hills tonight
A wolf ain't what's been howling in the hills tonight
there's a wild woman named Maggie Malone
she lives in a cabin in the woods all alone
a wolf ain't what's been howling in her cabin tonight
It's too dark to see her dance
There's nary a gust of wind in the hills tonight
the whipoorwils are all silent as death tonight
there's nary a gust, and nary a sound
but the blades on the windmill spin around and around
the wind ain't what's been twirling those blades tonight
It's too dark to see her dance
Maggie Malone isn't in her cabin tonight
but there's a fire on the hillside blazing full and bright
The moon is high, the wind is low, the woods are bathed in a ghastly glow
and no one's safe in these here hills tonight
I don't want to see her dance
The wind ain't what's been howling. Howling in the hills tonight.
A wolf ain't what's been howling...in the hills tonight.
It's the general consensus that something in these hills ain't right,
And there's nary a gust of wind rolling through the hills tonight
and the whipoorwils are silent
they're all silent as death tonight
but the branches of the trees are waving in the pale moonlight
Hey Maggie! Malone? What are you doing in the woods alone, huh?
I think you put a spell on me!
Your eyes may be green, but I know what I seen in the woods.
And it's a werewolf pretty baby
howling under your red riding hood!
Sleep tight! Maggie Malone! Sleep tight in your woodland home.
Rest your weary head beneath the willow tree.
Could it be?
Baby could it be?
That there might be consequences to breaking the heart of a mad-dog
murdering motherfucker like me?
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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The Psychic Alliance Vancouver, British Columbia
The less you know about this band, the better. Rumor has it that they're very bad people, paranoid, misanthropic, frequently given to melancholy and intellectual dullards to boot. Stories of vicious infighting and naughtiness follow them like a black cloud, and the threat of immediate collapse is constant. Fortunately they look cool. ... more
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