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Pizza Christ
01:33
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2. |
Rue End
05:35
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The only difference between you and I
'tween being average or being sublime
is you believed what they said when they
told you won't get ahead
you died
Listen to the voice within your mind
it's giving you directions
you're never out of time
The weaker ones will lay down quick
the stronger ones will get back in line
get back in line
You try and try and try and try
you will get used to it
Until the end again you know we all must
come home to it
I'm not saying it's gonna get any easier....
Looking up
from the bottom of a pool
I can see the smoking talkers in silent blue
I'm a spectator
and I can't reach you
Oh I try and try and try and try
I can't get used to it
until the end again you know
we all must go through with it
I'm not saying it's gonna get any easier
In fact
it's just gonna keep on getting harder
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3. |
Transmission
01:58
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Well alright
I was there that night
went down to a stone encavement
and magnetized
I could barely breathe
she penetrated me
The hunger I so long denied
had to be set free
Transmission I emit it (I accept)
Emission I transmit it (I accept)
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4. |
Pope is (live @ WREK)
03:19
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The Pope is screaming
from his electric chair
Cuz he found out there's no such
thing as Satan
only imagination
Hey, do you wanna play?
And do you believe you're free?
When you live in fear of rejection
of eternal
Damnation Damnation
Damnation Damnation
Sex is good Sex is good
Sex is good Sex is.....
Watch you Listen to you
To your irrational objections
In your efforts to control
against our will our role
in free decision
Hey, do you wanna play?
Do you believe you're free?
When you live in fear of rejection
Of eternal damnation
Sex is good
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5. |
Subdued
04:18
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As you drive through the fog
in the early morning
It surrounds you It surrounds you
And thoughts do roam
to bring you home
It's been a long long long time
since I've been home, since I've been home
It's a crime
Your race subdued
Under our heel
I don't expect you to forgive
Respect how you feel
I can't change the past
Oh no but I won't be a scapegoat
for all your ills
C'mon take your time and think it over
You know you're doing alright
break down
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6. |
I Don't Mind
03:38
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Mass production, swallow you
homo-genius
Commercials aimed at us fools
stupid are us
I only use five percent of my brain
I don't think, I don't mind
I only use five percent of my brain
I don't think I don't mind
Mind pollution eye confusion
prostitute your soul for an idiot's role
singing, "I don't give a damn!"
I don't give a damn if I'm made out of clay
it doesn't seem right but I guess it's okay
to work my life to be rich some day
and have some working class Loot come and
steal it away
New movement, ultra sensitive
so concerned that words burn
words burn, words burn, words burn, words burn....
Intimidation segregation
survey says, communication
Words burn, do you?
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7. |
Clinton (live @ WREK)
02:26
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We do some pretty sick shit
to each other
Explicit
to each other
News scene of the beating in the street
News scene of the beating in the street
News scene of the beating in the street
Marmalade a spot of tea would go
Quite nicely
Don't talk to me about President Clinton
What or what will not be done
Get off your mind and give yourself to help someone
If you're just gonna sit there
Get your ass out of the way
Lobbyists may represent you people but they don't speak for me
I'm not waiting for the Savior
I'm not waiting for the Savior to
I'm not waiting for no Savior to come
like you Baptists who pray, every Sunday
Look within if you want a solution
Don't blame your bullshit problems on me
Get off your mind and give yourself to help somebody
Tick tick was that clock that kept moving
One two three four the end.
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8. |
1-2-3 (live @ WREK)
02:41
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I see you formed an opinion 1-2-3
But have you heard the facts? 1-2-3
You scream injustice 1-2-3
As you begin your attacks 1-2-3
Well on the out, well on the in
Innocent
Wo but no one
But no one is innocent
I ha-have this theory 1-2-3
No solution will come 1-2-3
Until the corpses are laid 1-2-3
Out to decay in the sun 1-2-3
We all go down, we all go down
Or no one
Yes we all go down, we all go down
Or no one drown
baby baby 1-2-3
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9. |
Kmpbd
04:31
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10. |
360 Degrees
03:05
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They're your friends when you got something to give
They're your friends when you got something to suck
Their pretty words fly like spores of mold
They're your friends when you got something to hold
You're a friend of convenience, novelty
They ask your advice to hear you speak
They turn you on like a furnace and then leave
Goddamn look at me
I'm alone
I can see horizons, cold
360 degrees not another soul
Goddamn look at me
I'm alone
I can see horizons, cold
360 degrees not another soul
Where did they go?!
I'm a friend of convenience
I'm alone
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11. |
Nasty
02:34
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We are the trash that we trash
waste incinerate
We are the fuels that we burn
and the forests of late
We are insecticide and monoxide
We are a selfish kind
burning out today
Period ends a sentence
Now there's a complete idea
Extinction lasts forever
Not leave and then reappear
We're going back
back to the earth
Heaven is in the dirt
We're going back
back to the earth
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12. |
Low Hum Machine
03:58
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Bored is traveling the same direction
You've driven a thousand times before
The sleep you got last night was broken
The heat inside just make ya wanna snore
Add to this condition
Low hum machine
All distinguishing features
are now shadows on a screen
I will stand in line again
Oh don't you pacify me
The same problems still remain
A new man now makes the speech
He tells you what you wanna hear
Well, then he's out of reach
Someone yells, "It's the system"
Another yells, "It can not be.
We've always done it this way.
It works fine when we agree."
I will stand in line again
Oh don't you pacify me
System
Talk talk talk about it
System
How do we ever live with it?
Spell: repetition
Spell repetition yeah
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13. |
Foam
03:56
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Spilling ooze
from a broken heart
Soak up the creeping mess
before it spreads into bitterness
(You speak in a tone that is pointedly cold
not revealing emotional clues for someone to use
Against you)
Another spill
Foam's just about had its fill
(You build a defense against relationship ends again
A futile attempt)
It kills me when he holds you
I'd be lying if I told you
I feel
I feel
I feel
I feel, I feel good
Foam is full
Too much absorption
Saturated and soaked through
There's only one thing left to do
(Speak in a tone that is pointedly cold
not revealing emotional clues for someone to use
Against you)
Wring you out completely
Til my foam is empty
(You build a defense against relationship ends again
A futile attempt)
It's killing me to be so mean
It's killing me to [come so clean] be so....
I feel
I feel
I feel
I feel, I feel good
Good good good good good good
I don't feel good at all!
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14. |
Station
03:59
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Oh is the Milky Way (They were passing through the station)
Deep in its speckled light (A normal business day)
Guiding the ancient ships (When a man stepped out from behind them)
On Arctic seas tonight (Without words he opened fire)
Sky is an open mind (They hit the ground balloons of water)
Vast and forever growing (Spent and lifeless on the floor)
Earth is a precious gift (I'm blind to reason)
On this brutal killing day
I'm watching the moon drip
into a pool
Of florescent cream
that congeals to gold
The stench in Milwaukee
of rotting meat
Is yesterday's news
hardly matters to me
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15. |
Who is Sharon Tate?
04:55
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Killing makes me cum
Living makes me sick
The killer wears a dick
Mind is scrambled eggs
Spreading angel legs
God is mind control
Love to fill the hole
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Reverse roles
USA
Home of the brave
Where homicide's
a video game
Go
Manson's face
on teenage chest
Who is Sharon Tate?
Go
Peaceful Hitler, violent Christian
Man's not sacred
You are confirmed
Lord didn't make you
kill no clinic doctor 'cola
You are confirmed
Insanity is not a plea when everyone's insane
You are confirmed
Screaming
'til your face is blue
You're so bent on emitting sound nothing gets through
There's no compromise
For you
There's no other side
To you
Then when the yelling's done
You show up with your negotiating gun
Killing makes me cum
Living makes me sick
God is on a roll
God is mind control
A spectator
A spectator was all that remained
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16. |
Atomic Cafe
05:10
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The announcer came on:
"Ladies and gentlemen
We have a big surprise for tonight
here at the Atomic Cafe,
the most far out night spot on the Moon
If you'll direct your attention to our monitors
As I speak, there are thousands of missiles in flight
over the Northern Hemisphere
of our beloved Mother Earth"
About this time a waitress arrives with our vapors
A couple of inhalations and I'm
floating in ether
As I look across the great void
How we've progressed
All I have loved now destroyed
Did we ever exist?
There is no more at the door
To leave us to ponder
All I have loved now destroyed
Did we ever
Did we ever exist?
I
don't think so
I
don't think so
Well, I said Civ.
As I have known you
I'm reaching out
But you keep eluding me, 2, 3
I said Civ.
As I have known you
I'm reaching out
But you keep eluding me, 1, 2, 3
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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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