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Velvet Red Lightning
05:23
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I was born in a flock of golden eyeballs
but i didn't grow wings so i fell
down into an ocean of shovels
which dried and revealed a desert
Each time i get thrown down
i've built wings from dirt
Three crowns for the drunken sailor
and three pints for the broken king
tomorrow it's gonna be different
Life gives, life takes
it just doesn't give a fuck if it's fair or not
The coin toss leaves a rainbow trail behind
The ghost of Camus now pushes the rock
The spider has cut it's puppets loose
and the astronaut and the diver have long lost their path
Three crowns for the drunken sailor
and three pints for the broken king
They all kneel down when the devils come forth
and the skies open wide for my
Velvet red lightning
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Walter's Gone South
05:48
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This is the night of the expanding man
Walter was a decent man his whole life
but decency can only last so much
He left a fulltime job for a revolver
I saw butterflies on his bowl hat when he left
a trail of blood on his way to the desert
Lightning strikes on golden flying brains
Come down with us to the land of sin!
The suburbs are opening up
for big vipers crawl in tunnels below
Your flowers are turning into little volcanos
so won't you come down?
Walter's gone south and he's not coming back
He's let his primal desires run wild and control him
Walter's gone south and he's not coming back
I see him speeding down the highway on a stolen car
And with that poor dead woman in the co-pilot seat
there goes 21 corpses
He's on a senseless killing spree
God's eyebrow is frown
as he sees all the crosses turning light as feathers
and floating upwards into space
In the shadow of the sun
ghosts dance to the beat of swinging swords
So toss the knife into thin air
and watch it dissapear
as it's consumed by the world around
See Walter dead on the parking lot
of some biker bar
See his soul drifting upwards
as it wonders how he got there
Walter's gone south and he's not coming back
He got tired of watching life through a window
Walter's gone south and he's not coming back
He overdosed on some god forsaken heroin
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The cavemen up that hill have found a new radio
It dropped from the sky when they made it yell
But it doesn't work
Cherubs on fire don't have tools to make it function
It comes from a past so distant you can almost taste the black and white
There's ballrooms in your skull
waiting to be full
but you're just too stupid to know how to fill them
Let it marinate and you'll find out someday
It's a new beginning
Teenage caveman don't know how to dance
but his grandgrandgrandgrandfather knows how
He used to be a well-known singer
but now his corpse is laying down god-knows-where
with both legs cut off
Some psychotic lover cut 'em off
and he could not dance anymore
Poor Ruben Padilla
went to shows in a wheelchair
with his hair still cleanly combed
Died someday, somewhere from a dope overdose
and down he went, into the mass grave
Far, far away from his native Puerto Rico
But now his soul lives on through some cheap wooden radio
He can materialize if you sync to the right station
No no no no no no
¿Que fue lo que paso, compadre?
¿Pa' donde fue a parar el mundo?
Todo esta hecho pedazos
y no tengo ni como caminar
Que no tengo pierna'
Que no puedo caminar,
que no puedo caminar con ella'
que no tengo, no puedo
ya no soy estrellia
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4. |
Zeitgeist On Skullfire
04:08
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See the glory of the royal scam
as it crumbles down on you
Upon wings of marble
we fly towards the sun
Yeah, cities rust and fall to ruin
factories close and cars go cruising
to the heart of the middle of nowhere
Baby, i've seen it all before
I'm the apocalypse man
These 4 walls fall and you find yourself
with the gasoline vertigo
It's a new beginning
and the shadow of the sun looms over us
Zeitgeist on skullfire
Let me out
Of these strings
made off test tubes
I throw your piano out the 13th floor
Kinetic blasts of psychic power
and magnetic roses of distortion
It's all mine, baby
And it's all for mass destruction
You see, i'm tired of the fucking big bang
i wanna have an NDE
Yeah, let my soul float for a while
then come back down for mayhem
Skullfire, baby, it's a way of life
I'm still the desert punk
and my thoughts are scrambled
Don't try to make sense of what i say
'cause i don't know where i'll be tomorrow
Zeitgeist on skullfire
Let me out
Of these strings
made off test tubes
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5. |
Freefire
02:08
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Forget about the keys
Your eye's teeth have broken them
The car's broken too
and the horizon of the desert
just doesn't fit inside your skull
The curtain was already torn
before you could realize
The engines of stars
are gonna fall upon your head
Come on, come on, come on
Quench thy thirst with battery acid!
I've waited a thousand years
Just to come home
And i
didn't leave any breadcrumbs behind
I'm the porcupine man
There's a thousand fragments
of broken glass stuck on my back
and i leave a trail
that could lead me back
to the crystal skulls
where i was born
Shoot down the vultures
shoot down the vultures
and please
quench thy thirst with battery acid
or i will die
Quench thy thirst
quench thy thirst!
AAAAAAAAA
I've waited a thousand years
Just to come home
And i
didn't leave any breadcrumbs behind
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There's some life goin' on underground
I can see the veins of the earth
reverberating in bright colors
The day the men in suits rained from the sky
they were planning a destructive uprising
You can't see them but they can see you
and when you finally see them coming
it's gonna be too late
Deep, deep tunnels full of fetuses on the walls
All the roads take you to the council's table
and those light beams in the sky
are more than a mere spectacle
they're a warning
The underground babies are planning a strike
and when it does come around
ain't no stoppin what's coming, baby
Big black maria down to the bottom of the sea
It's the only way you're gonna be safe
from emperor tomato ketchup
You've been laying eggs under my halo
and now they're hatching out over my head
It's a whole truck of voodoo dolls
thrown off a cliff
The avalanche's coming, baby
and i'm ready
Bring it on, now!
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I got a mirror in the ozone layer
and i point back at the earth where you stand
I'm not the only one
there's an army of angels and demons
holding some too
Before the call
when they wrote it on the wall
i was there with Caravaggio and Elvis
If you rewind the tape
we're all copying god
it's a game
that has gone on for a long long time
It's all mirrored out, baby
it's a gamble where we all win
The guy beside me likes nature
and i see it all extra crispy
Enter the mirror, shake the green ogre hand
and drive into the sunset with a pitbull, a bike and some weapons
It's my version of the facts
but what are facts, anyway?
Who the fuck gonna know?
Unknown satellites in your grandpa's sky
they offended him so he tried to shoot 'em
How can you be so sure
that your hand is really there
when you're mirrored out and extra crispy?
The specularity's spectacular
and a maze from which there's no way out
In the mouth of madness,
we all dance in manic celebration
God bless the shadow of the sun!
For because of it we know
there's something bright enough
to make the sun itself
project a shadow
and it ain't shit without a planet to cast darkness upon
so revel in the clash of this contrast
Like a moth to the light
who knows there's more to life than the lightbulb
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9. |
Pyramid My Soul
05:27
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When all is said and done
Please
Pyramid My Soul
I'm gonna float upwards
to a fate unknown
but don't mind me
Take my things
and my words
and gather around them
I'll be there
with invisible hands
and a purple coffin
Watching joyfully
how you walk over
the pyramid of my memories
But please don't you stop on living when i'm dead
I don't wanna see the waterfall stop
Baby, don't ask me if it's heaven or sleep
because i don't know!
Carl Sagan is still
dancing among the stars tonight
and he still doesn't know how
Waltz in the sky
or rot in the ground
I'm getting older
and so are you
We'll find out sometime
but right now
i don't give a fuck
My coffin spins clockwise
and the stars are falling one by one
Will they ever come back around?
I'm not gonna pretend that i know
So just in case
Please
Pyramid my soul!
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Cactus Frank/El Café Atómico Venezuela
Post-apocalyptic Blues band, directly extracted from some B-Movie western in the year 3000 on a desert highway, somewhere
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