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Disco Murder
03:31
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Wrong impression
Carry us away
Dawn's crashing
Lost in a world
That's not it all
Tin roses
Johnny, too bad
"Cause it's another disco
MURDER
HO
HEAVE
HO, HEAVE, and furthermore BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
I lost
everything I had
I lost everything I had
in a disco murder
Disco Murder
Disco Murder
They thought it was real
I thought it was ingrown
But a disco hair follicle named Arthur burned up my happy home
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2. |
Regenicide
04:02
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It continues to rain
tears from Dachau sculpture
Re-genicided beetle
Neo Nazi spider
Humanoids with plastic sheaths
rock the back seat
After dinner time for sleep
Gotta be ready for the game
gotta be ready for the game
every morning
I'm an open book
I'm an open book
The sun is up
Sky is ominous blue
They are waiting to see what the humans will do
today
Woe today
Woe today
What a day
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3. |
Tighten Up Them Aigs
02:56
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Tried my mind at politics but it split my personality
When I had not the phlegmticity to negate the proposition
by unresponsive inaction
They assumed that I was dumb
They only gave me the choice of yes or maybe but I
I kept coming up no
Twenty four hours of televised shit beamed to me
It's free they say
They suck my brain everyday
Oh what this country could do if it saved
Oh could it be?
Don't you have self respect
Everybody self respect
Gimme a 'D' discipline
Gimme an 'I' security
Pour it on go go groovy
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4. |
Firenze
01:49
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Not missing the congestion or the rushing to go
Or the infinite commercialization of home
Or the cheaper construction of a uniform box
apartment dwellers pay so much to call home
But the knowing conversation of a native friend's tongue
over a deluxe cheeseburger and an American movie
not dubbed in Italian an American injection
of moderate dose
could help me cope
Oh just got into town today
and Firenze don't seem too far away
Oh pension no vacancy
Firenze don't seem too far to me Oh
Under a blue
sky is surreal
I can see you on your kitchen chair
Opening mail, kneading a foot
entranced stare
Oh the bells of il Duomo peal today
over rows of red tiled roofs
You consider words at the letters' end
"I'm in love with Firenze
I wish I was with you"
Oh just got into town today
Firenze don't seem too far away
Pension no vacancy
Firenze don't seem too far to me
Oh just got into town today
without destruction
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Sexy
04:36
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Part my mouth like you would part a velvet curtain
and enter the next room for confession
Walk to the door and touch the knob like you would
touch my thigh
And turn to open
Talk to me in a voice like you would use to sing
from a hymnal sweet and low
Stroke my back like you would stroke the wings
of an angel, 'cause that's what I am
Now lay me down and I see Jesus and the 12 apostles smiling
at me, as I receive communion
(worship me) Place your hand on the cup and
(worship thee) pull it to your lips like you would my body
(self denial) Taste the drink
(self indulge)
(worship me) Draw me near like you would
(worship thee) baptize me in river water
(self denial) Make me pure
(self indulge)
Enter heavan
I hear the choir, I hear the bells
and I say Hallelujah
Praise be to him
I feel your skin, I smell your smell
and I must confess
I don't believe in sin
But I believe in heavan
I want it I want it to be good for you
I want it I want it to be strong and true
Just let me into your, Just let me into your
I wanna go I wanna go I wanna get to heavan
Mmm good girls go to heavan
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Meteors in Twilight
04:28
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Pretty people have sex in the movies
forever get it on
Strive to the climax and remember
it's how you get there
For we are not machines or sexual athletes
though we strive to be, try hard to compete
The bigger the better or so we believe
without emotion the engine propulsion
strive hard to nowhere
See all (why can't you sleep?)
Reveal all
'Cause it's the charm of simple subtlety
You leave nothing for imagine (what are you afraid of?)
Imagination
Meteors in twilight
Streaking lights through the sky
The film was so bad: glowing walnuts in dub
Meteors in twilight
Streaking lights through the sky
Pushing out from the dark inner womb of the Planet Theatre
into the glaring
Pain light of the day
when the kids say Elvis is a wuss
what happened to his legendary coolness?
Don't bring me
Down in the turn of the century
there are no heroes
No one to perform with
and no one
'Cause X is for indifference
X is for absentee
X is for indiscreet
Could it be there is no tomorrow?
what I thought I heard you say
Revelations, we'll leave nothing for future generations
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Molotov
02:33
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Another Molotov cocktail bartender please for mother nature
Let's go ahead and finish her off
Sitting on arsenals
"Failsafe" a modern thriller
let's kill her
I know not anything more obscene
Not naked bodies drilling for oil
So what (sacrifice)
do you (submission)
want (admissions of guilt)
now?
No time in the game
the chosen ones will remain
So get in line for the exodus
I'll see you on Mars
Colonization will now begin
Cavity search then sterilization
You will boldly go where no one
would be dumb enough to
you are your own enemy
(Your skin may be green) but we want the same things
(Know your transistor) minister for he will administer
(Suppository) Will our heroes survive? Tune in next week and see.
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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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