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Ice Message Instanata
02:26
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Got the message from you
Got a silent anguish scream
It spills from every bloody pore
It ices over dead end street
I want you everyday
Control is how you love to play
I need a fix
C'mon lay
Stop pushing me away
Tra-la-la kalista instanata
Ching ching ching ching ching-ching
Tra-la-la kalista instanata
Ching ching ching ching ching-ching
Telephone rings
Come out and play
You're so beautiful but so frigid
under all this strain
Dial tone
Please don't fade
Tra-la-la kalista instanata
Ching ching ching ching ching-ching
Tra-la-la kalista instanata
Ching ching ching ching ching-ching
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Transition 1
00:39
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3. |
It Ain't Jesus Rodriguez
02:30
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I got a light
that guides me
and it ain't Jesus
and it ain't God
I got a light
that drives me
and it is passion
sometimes pain.....
If I die before tomorrow, what have I done?
If I die before tomorrow, what have I done?
If I die before tomorrow, what have I done?
If I die before tomorrow.....
Swimming pools are cancer lakes
airplane rides suicide
Halloween is candy razor blades
that cut into
Adam's apple
I sing I give myself to you
I open wide
It's Monday Sunday doomsday morning
Let's go get high
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Leather King
02:23
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Lethargy is new to me
Cross the threshold into twenty degrees
Through the grates to the subway train
Hypnotizing, rising steam
Step past graffiti walls
Passed the
regimented
armies of suited madness
All
nothing's free
Gotta stop in a coffee shop
It's too early in the morning for me
Give me one coffee, cream and a bagel to go
Cook hits the bell, a waitress yells,
"Wrong order, Harvey
That was two over easy
Fly the pigs and
wet it"
There's a mad rush for the register
Cop eats free
A howling kid knocks over an orange juice
I see my reflection in the front window
I know I still have
everything to lose
All
nothing's free
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1, 2, 3, 4
Pete is gay
The Who the how the hell thought mimes could
speak anyway?
On the news
I don't require opinion
the facts'll do
In the wake of the fumes of a city bus take me back
gray winter's day
On Long Island going west to New York
Phil's Pizzeria's changed names many times by now
I look passed a caged parrot at Diane Marini
with Bill and Bob LaPresti enroute to an Elvis convention
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Vacuum Tube
03:41
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Obvious change is in the air
but it smells too much like shit to see me through
Hard pressed to find populous that cares
Instead a nation of vacant voyeurs glued to the picture tube
And this means YOU
(essay)
Television is a one-dimensional view
I turned it off, and tuned in the other two
Don't let it get its hooks in you
All information is not food for thought
Most of it's candy to help your brains rot
Fed to you on spoons held by a puppet's hand
Spoon in your mouth makes you so hard to understand
Your super highway is electric balderdash
that's got it's appendage shoved right up your nostril
Now's the time to pull up your pants
and put an end to your stupid dance of IGNORANCE
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Cheena maka cheena maka China mo nichi se
Um statta dak statta
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Animal Speak (Part 1)
06:28
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Animal speak and trip
They tell me where I've been
the last ten years
And how to get
bliss (pissed)
Risk everything
Risk everything
She usually comes to me late at night
Wraps me in her ghostly white
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Animal Speak (Part 2)
03:01
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11. |
Animal Speak (Part 3)
01:25
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Animal Speak (Part 4)
03:36
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13. |
Animal Speak (Part 5)
00:50
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Animal Speak (Part 6)
01:53
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15. |
Animal Speak (Part 7)
04:12
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Fist Embodied Duck
05:53
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You wish it were me
when he's between your knees
inside you
And why do you
do this to me
why do I let you?
You wake up and you're wet as a lake between your legs
let your hands go
below
My mouth on your mouth
Let me breathe for you
When all the lost ones they keep on walking
I don't get you
You don't get me, too
I don't understand how you can
turn it off like a faucet
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Hi, this is Bob
We're going to read a story about a boy who learns a lot about himself
by having a very interesting conversation
with a cat.
When you hear this sound (ROAR), remember to turn the page.
Are you ready? Terrific!
Let's read Me Myself together
now....
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BOB Atlanta, Georgia
BOB, the art-rock/postpunk/whatever band from Atlanta in the 1990's, was one of the great underrated gems of our time, check
out my previous BOB posts... It was great that they were so prolific and provided us with so much material to digest....- James Joyce from the Beyond Failure blogspot. Here's the link for an interview and more about BOB:
beyondfailure.blogspot.com/search?q=bob
... more
BOB recommends:
The dark intensity of PV peppered with free form jazz; a nice evolution and window into the talent of the ATL music scene.
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A talented "guitarted" duo put out 'round the same time as BOB on Amy Potter's Half Baked Records.
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Geographic Tongue
by Black Love
The rhythm on "Eisenhower's 1953 Inaugural Quote" provided by a photocopy machine. Sonic molasses.
go to albumIf you like BOB, you may also like:
Jazz, metal, post-punk, and avant-garde music all swirl together in Ecuadorian duo Don Bolo's heady, unpredictable brew.
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Good Thing They Ripped Up The Carpet
by EXEK
Weird and wonky deconstructed post-punk from EXEK is full of changing moods, textures, and all sorts of unexpected sonic surprises.
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Brilliant experimental outfit Parlor Walls return with a killer new single boasting chest-collapsing digital beats and snarling guitars.
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