1. |
Curb Crawlin' 187
04:59
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There've been a man, my dear friend,
listen to the fable, it's all true,
like my father, to heaven I'l ascend,
but unlike his my sins just grew.
One night I saw him,
he'd been standing on a freeway,
he asked if I'd let him in,
told me I am going his way.
The future as dark as my past,
no magician could ever see,
had one chance in between two worlds,
and fire didn't walk with me.
That girl like a newborn lamb,
unaware of a soaring bird of prey,
little did she know what gruesome scam
her undone lovers foul play.
I am merely a blameless victim,
for my crimes I am sicken.
Ain't on purpose, ain't by will,
if in thought born, ain't a kill.
The future as dark as my past,
no magician could ever see,
had one chance in between two worlds,
and fire didn't walk with me.
Oh Lord please, forgive me,
he raised a hand on his sister,
am as equally at fault as he,
I did nothing to stop his sinister.
The future as dark as my past,
no magician could ever see,
had one chance in between two worlds,
and fire didn't walk with me.
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2. |
So B Eet
05:01
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Pretty baby you knew,
that I would always tell a lie.
Yet ya waste in the queue,
will ya ever get your turn?
And like you said,
I'll never be enough,
so please don't call my bluff,
there's a war in my head.
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
(Mind to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
rest assured, I will be on my knees.)
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
(Thoughts to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
and if you bink just once, we'll be no more.)
Why stick with love, when words are inert?
With this ring,
I'll never marry you.
A rite for unholy mind,
and the acolyte is me.
This train leads far,
to the cruel and cold land.
Can you see me turning blue,
while memories they strand?
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
Why stick with love, when words are inert?
(Mind to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
rest assured, I will be on my knees.)
(Thoughts to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
and if you bink just once, we'll be no more.)
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3. |
Little Bastards
03:36
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My ma was a whore
been dead for a week,
she's lost in a swamp
or buried two meters deep.
My pa was her pimp,
he stabbed her through and through,
in a jealous rage,
that fucked up little imp.
Say, say, say my child, be still,
yo ma ain't never gonna leave ya, even if ya will.
My ma was a whore,
been dead for a week,
no money and no choice,
an underdog's little joy.
My brother was a junkie,
no meaning to his life,
he said „fuck you all“,
disappeared out of sight.
Say, say, say my sis, be still,
it's OK to wish your death, or cry if ya will.
My ma was whore,
been dead for a week,
'for she died thought more
of her infants dying streak.
My ma was a whore,
had a stillborn, she way young.
Her son, my only friend,
all alone in his amend.
Say, say, say my child, be still,
yo ma ain't never gonna leave you, even if ya will.
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4. |
Consider The Daffodils
04:40
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In it's eternal glory,
offers its creation roots,
best you hope it's later in your story
than sooner when it's heart you shoot.
Ain't ya said it been the one,
ain't ya said it gave ya all it got,
for you, who's deed done,
made it all dead and rot.
Giver grants a choice,
whether you will lose your fears.
Still, ease your worried mind, young one,
wind breaks daffodils.
In the quiet of the dirt they find,
sweet is to be gone.
Ain't ya said it been the one
ain't ya said it gave ya all it got
for you who's deed done,
made it all dead and rot.
Ain't no thang such as free will,
path ya walkin' is the Lord's thrill,
and ya never could really choose,
if the gift of life you'd lose...
...ease your worried mind, young one,
wind breaks daffodils.
In the quiet of the dirt they find,
sweet is to be gone.
As I walked through the valley of your death,
my life ain't never occured to me.
As you are now what I used to be,
your end is yet to come my way.
Now I ain't a blessed man
ain't my place to take from the Giver,
greed for life makes me bitter
'cause dead, they never walk again.
Ain't she said she'll be the one
to plant the seed of grace in my mind,
fields of gold desert to dust,
as years pass without words kind.
Giver grants a choice,
whether you will lose your fears.
Still, ease your worried mind, young one,
wind breaks daffodils.
In the quiet of the dirt they find,
sweet is to be gone.
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5. |
Crystal Empires
05:03
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You've seen him around,
rambling, head down to the ground,
smelly in dirty old rags,
old as hell.
Folks say he was a sinner,
lived a scanty, sad life,
all life a loser,
wanted to be a winner.
Hail---
his name,
and then run and run and run and hide.
They---
played his game,
left none which ain't abide.
His path led to evil,
to his empire made of ice,
done unholy deeds,
on his soul hit set a price.
He prayed to the preacher,
heart broken, begged for forgiveness,
and it meant nothing,
the richeness for sickness and sadness and loneliness.
Hail---
his name,
and then run and run and run and hide.
They---
played his game,
and left none which ain't abide.
He'd pray
„Oh life, please come my way.“
and then run and run and run and hide.
They---
played his game,
and left none which ain't abide.
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6. |
Charlie
03:03
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Hey, Miss Bartender!
Why'd ya lookin' so grim?
Be my Great Pretender,
wear that sweet smile like a balm on my soul.
Hey, Miss Bartender!
Got yourself some really fine looking ass.
Gonna take ya home all drunk and crass,
what's the matter sugar doll, don't ya like my jazz?
One more for the road to yonder,
my last dime I'll be sure to squander.
Got a real need for a full time creed,
a fiend in need ya'll surely be.
Babe, when ya open your mouth,
I don't really see what all the fuzz is about.
If I can't have you, like my Charlie said,
a continuous lover, my perpetual dread.
Oh girl, come on now!
Why'd ya be so mean?
Can't ya see I'm all broken and hollow,
'till six feet under I ain't gonna be clean.
Two more for the road to yonder,
my last dime I'll be sure to squander.
Have a real need for a full time creed,
a fiend in need ya'll surely be.
Three more for the road to yonder,
my last dime I'll be sure to squander.
Have a real need for a full time creed,
a fiend in need ya'll surely be.
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7. |
The Supreme Psycho
04:19
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Fuck! I've had enough and I
couldn't find no mercy for ya lust,
I am a pure breed,
yet ya chose him over me,
ya'd let 'im thrust.
Oh little blondie hen,
to stuck up to even glance my way.
And those obnoxious men,
oh with them you lay.
Such an ugly world,
when you can't see that I'm the Noble One.
Yours did too,
as my mother's child in the chalk line curled.
Twenty two on twenty third,
I would rather lock you up and watch you starve.
You have defiled me,
to women's heart my initial shall I carve.
I will destroy you,
then maybe you'll remember I exist,
I'm the Supreme One,
OBEY!
Such an ugly world,
when you can't see that I'm the Noble One.
Yours did too,
as my mother's child in the chalk line curled.
Denial takes it's toll someday.
You are mine, if not, than hang.
From my race I will not astray.
Day of retribution strikes with its fist.
Twenty two on twenty third,
I would rather lock you up and watch you starve.
You have defiled me,
to women's heart my initial shall I carve.
I will destroy you,
then maybe you'll remember I exist,
I'm the Supreme One,
OBEY!
Such an ugly world,
when you can't see that I'm the Noble One.
Yours did too,
as my mother's child in the chalk line curled.
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8. |
Blue Silk Ballad
04:16
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I saw myself die, oh Lord
Through the eyes of the man I loved.
What was left of my body was a heart
Torn through my chest.
My lips were a blood mess
Teeth stretched to a smile on the floor.
Was devouring looks,
Which we used as silent words.
His body next to mine, on his knees begging
For my ripped flesh, as I have any left to give.
As I sat sadly by his side
came a wonderous thought,
it bathed me in its purity,
wrapped around like Blue Silk.
Why should I be hiding,
dwelin' in confinement?
Let myself be free again,
annihilate this nightmare.
Hush, my pretty baby, I'll make everything alright,
they won't hunt or judge you, never gonna be your corpse to bear.
Fast asleep was he,
dreaming vividly.
Overdue his brutality,
caught him before he did me.
Shimmering light at his throat,
caughing and panicking,
entering him fearlessly,
eviscerate my enemy.
Blood mess on my white sheets,
crazed look don't you give me.
As you lay there peacefully,
remember it's better you than me.
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9. |
Breach
05:30
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I am young and dumb and ignorant,
and obey what I am told.
And the gown I wear is militant,
and the colors seems so bold.
At the playground we were given right
in the shape of ammo rounds.
Full of rage and God given might
to make this our ground!
Freedom! I'll fight for you!
with a bullet through his head
Glory! I'll bring back home!
their children burnt to ash
Freedom! You are my God!
their women raped and cleansed
Glory! Oh praise the Lord,
the monsters are all gone.
Bombs away they fall,
feel this flesh tearing,
I-I beg of you,
stop me from slaying.
Give me mercy, please,
we were only kids,
hell sent us down there,
to turn us into men.
Let my fly,
way above civilian sky.
See them burn and scream and cry,
I enjoy watching them die.
Soon my day will be the end of night,
and my allies I shall meet.
Thousand doors on endless street,
each one with blood and fight.
As brothers we marched through dark despair,
and as brothers we shared our prayers.
Now we're going where we came from,
to collect the debt we loaned.
Bombs away they fall,
feel this flesh tearing,
I-I beg of you,
stop me from slaying.
Give me mercy, please,
we were only kids,
hell sent us down there,
to turn us into men.
Let my fly,
way above civilian sky.
See them burn and scream and cry,
I enjoy watching them die.
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10. |
Please, I Insest
05:52
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His love's a water,
that bond a whim,
he's not within.
I've torn them up,
those letters sent,
to the men.
You're my only blood,
could not forsake,
we're awake.
I'll hold your hand,
'cause you're my man,
by God's plan.
He who doesn't love his brother,
cannot love God.
Oh, but you're my brother,
and love mustn't be that odd.
Those games we play,
when you look my way,
I feel ashamed.
Am I Lilith's daughter,
in your command,
every time you demand.
And this was a lovely fight,
how you took my might,
I'm always yours.
By Abrams choice,
you can lie to the vicious,
I'm no thy mistress.
He who doesn't love his brother,
cannot love God.
Oh but you're my brother,
and I cannot love you.
And I would do you as you would do to me.
He who doesn't love his brother,
cannot love God.
Oh but you're my brother,
and I cannot love you.
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11. |
Narrative
02:41
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It was 1 AM when I blazed it up,
the working man has stopped making that ratched noise,
and I had some time to really think about,
whether he makes or he just simply destroys.
And it could have been one of those nights,
wrapped in false sense of feeling perfectly right,
just because you could write some words that rhyme,
am I really that dead and I dream I'm alive?
Could you offer some consolation tonight,
we could talk about stuff ike drugs and life,
talk about how smart we think we really are,
hell ain't mind sharper than a knife?
And if all paths lead to Rome,
then it ain't no wonder why we feelin' alone,
like a mule carrying a burden of my self-pride,
only one destination for a feeble mind.
But if all things are meant to die,
then it makes no sense to think you're truly alive,
or how one day there won't be no words to tell,
a frightful vision our thoughts become one again.
And hey,
let it rain for the last time...
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