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outro
01:18
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endless circle of the heart
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2. |
a minor song
03:16
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if i killed all the birds in the world
would you come back to me
fascists
tuna
kebabs
muesli
avocados
chili con carne
condoms
piri-piri peppers
jalapenos
frisbees
kites
chopsticks
flip flops
earphones
shopping bags
cinema tickets
millennium books
margaret atwood books
brian cox dvds
hashish
bottled water
chamber operas
laptops
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fish-fish-dog-soup-pie
when i'm bored
tickle myself
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we could go naked curling on lsd
slide along with the granite rocks
just to prove i'm a sensitive lover
let you wear your bobby socks
we could tp the parliament building
a place so full of shit
pump it full of nitro
shake the fuck right out of it
we could set up a stand outside the orca wall
sell pendants of crosses with broken arms
swear we'll make a million drachmas
tell the tourists they're lucky charms
we could educate idiot america
all those simple fine folk
then again maybe not
planet needs a joke
we could match the pope and dalai lama
really put 'em to the test
set them up in competition
see who whacks off the best
we could drop flyers over all the war zones
say "congrats it's over nobody's won"
with a special message for the leaders
tell them where they can stick their gun
we could take a bestial-pedophile to the zoo
in the early days of spring
marvel at the baby pandas
and unabashed schwing
we could use our magic powers
cover all hollywood in zits
outlaw inorganic aging
and unrealistic tits
we could crash the olympic village
drink their urine to increase our powers
play a game of intercontinental darts
with the eiffel and cn towers
we could liven things up at the vatican
put langdon's canister back where it belongs
put a new groove on the nunneries
get those babes wearin thongs
we could convince the skins to grow their hair
turn them on to a klezmer funk
feed them a diet of london calling
watch them evolve to punk
we could gather all the greedy people
pretty much everyone all around
dump their coinage in the oceans
laugh as they jump in and drown
we could invite the pharmaceuticals to a ball
tell them there's fresh specimens for sale
pump them full of their chemicals
til their own immune systems fail
we could travel back in time
find the cunts who started female circumcision
work 'em over with pliers and a blowtorch
get 'em to change their position
we could invent a new video game
just a mirror on the screen
gamers can score themselves
see how little their lives really mean
we could join the nra
rise to grand wizard
send them on a pilgrimage
thru an african blizzard
we could defy planned obsolescence
create something eternal
like us
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with mine
02:23
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hanging by the hooks
in your abattoir amour
the razor of my tongue
incises at your heart
enfolded in my arms
tenderly i cradle your love
cautious not to mix
with mine
and as i hover over you
you stare the lover's stare
i wonder do you know
for i suspect it so
you've crossed into
the unwelcome world
we tacit swore
we'd never dare
are you my lover
am i your love
the shivers run
unsettle my mind
and so i fuck you fast
and tell myself
it's just a game
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6. |
whatever, if it's yours
01:18
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ɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ǝɥʇ ǝɔuɐɥuǝ oʇ ןןıp ɟo ʇuıɥ ɐ ɥʇıʍ 'pɐןɐs uıɐɹq uınƃuǝd
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so quick the echo
04:02
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his hands
move slowly
her other lovers
had been so quick
her eyes
fall focused
rolled back
transfixed
the intoxicants
taken in
tongue numbed
take effect
falling mute
struck dumb
sliding in
the slender neck
her skin
his melted wax
unrestrained
the fingers ply
shapes of forms of shapes
candy
clouds her body
sweet sky
he whispers
travels to her
cavernous
the echo
sounds floating
where sound
is unknown
breathe
breathe
take in your lover's scent
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8. |
dirty dream
03:44
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baby had a dirty dream
wake up
bed's all
sticky wet
i'm pokin her
askin what it was
she ain't sayin nothin
guess she
did forget
baby...
wake up
floor's all
sticky wet
i'm shakin her
askin what it was
she ain't makin a sound
guess she
did forget
baby...
wake up
walls are
sticky wet
i'm slappin her around
askin what it was
she ain't makin a peep
guess she
did forget
baby...
wake up
ceiling's red
sticky wet
i'm kickin the pieces of her
askin what it was
they ain't sayin nothin
guess they
did forget
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fake a feeling
02:28
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can you tell me
why
after all
you taught
never learned
say goodbye
fare thee well
twas well fought
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10. |
ortni
01:15
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traeh eht fo elcric sseldne
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11. |
the jihad blues
03:06
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that was a child
that you used
i'm gonna put
a jihad on you
some people say
chernobyl fucked your brain
i say it was religion
your misunderstanding
of your holy book
that was my child
that you used
i know you sleep
i slept with you
you can sleep thru anything
you have no feelings
you're lachrymose
sleep with one eye
open
i'm comin for you
i've kept my peace
long enough now
you've gone far
far too far
that was a child
that you used
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there's a grizzly rapist
on your dancefloor
take his great paw
pointed claw
and adore
she knows the government
stole the government
from the people
and the media feeds you
she cruises suicide sites
and dreams
of a fat juicy
retribution burger
she's not fit
to describe
the colour
of her underwear
small bird sang until death
was covered
and did die
send home the band
no fun
in dancing
with a corpse
ask your mother
the joy
of felching
the dead
the anus of the universe
is reflected
in her brown
eyes
too daft to be trusted
with sequencing
a successful
murder suicide
she's in favour of anything
that accelerates
human extinction
commencing with
self-destructive
genetic code
beyond the here&now
our hero sits
shroud of sorrow
her eternal abyss
she could take this life
anyhow
take it anyway
beyond the here&now
grizzly...
fucking the mind
like a cunt
religion breeds
save your waste
repackage it
don't worship it
grizzly...
another sunday morning
she thinks
how fortunate
those who've died
sunday afternoon
how fortunate
those never
having been born
she falsifies joy
to please her lego
suppressing memories
of duplo times
there's a state
tween mormon and mexique
where childbirth
provides reason to mourn
spinach 96
on jupiter she will
winter condom
stuff the dumpling
clever her enemies
ravages of bloat
upon each other's faces
starts with a fight
ends in death
love's in the middle
somewhere
how tragic
death occurs
when you're in the middle
of someone
so hard to be alone
so many to kill
such little time
time to die
her death time
ticking by
outsource your slavery
for the human zoo
find your new niggers
chasing its tail
brain evolution
invented god
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13. |
poutine blues
03:55
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i got meat
i got groats
i got tomatoes
beans and greens
i got salmon
i got rice
garlic zucchini
comin out my wazoo
pantry and a cupboard
chock-full of dried fruit
i got veggies
of the future too
i got a turkey
stuffed with stuffing
melted butter
on my carrot muffin
ain't got no gravy
life ain't nothin
without gravy
carnivorous vegetarian
eat nearly anyone
snarf it raw
gobble it cooked
i got tortillas
sashimi fish
steak tartare
barbecued ribs
pasta varieties
herbs and spices
vinaigrette dressing
on my crispy spinach
tree-tapped syrup
chocolate mousse
dairy products
from a cow let loose
life ain't nothin
without gravy
i got juices
fruity nectars
soups and sauces
side dish saucers
i got fungi
of a magic sort
got the green stuff
gastronomic phase
i got all kinds
of ethnic cuisine
shit i don't even know
what the shit that means
ain't got no gravy
life ain't nothin
without gravy
can't make poutine
ain't got no gravy
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i prayed
to my atheist dog
that humankind
would outlaw religion
i prayed
to my polytheistic rabbit
that common sense
might prevail
that hayley wickenheiser
be deified
that i be reincarnated
as a bonobo
i prayed
to my iconoclastic turtle
that my dealer
locate a more organic weed
that one day
i might learn to play guitar
i prayed
to my atheist fish
that nhl officiating
find consistency
i prayed
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