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Exciting Bike
01:10
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EXCITING BIKE
I'm a faggot, you're a scumbag, he's a dipshit
We are all insane
After hours, hit the showers
Rustic sedition
We'll have a competition
We're a scumbag
It's exciting, the posture of a pupil
Fail willfully
DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG
Next in sight wrecks night like wreck my bike
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GOD NEEDED TO BE INTIMIDATED
I'd rather be driving a black Chevy into a wall at 190 MPH
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The Orange Paper Strips
01:00
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THE ORANGE PAPER STRIPS
Little Benny Foo Foo with the paranoia dope
WPLJ is in the air
Porter's got the port and Cisco's got inhalers
And he's ripping them apart for what's in there
Dissolve it like a moonshiner
The wine is on the radiator
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The Wallpaperer
00:04
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THE WALLPAPERER
Wallpapering the walls of heartache
GLUE GLUE
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How About Those Jays?
01:12
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HOW ABOUT THOSE JAYS?
I'm going to piss on you, okay?
I'm going to shit on you. okay?
Don't make me mad, don't make me hurt you
You're a fucking piece of shit but I like you
Overturned porn truck smolders in my mind
Wifey beater non-secretor
Serving virgin wine
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How About Those Leafs?
00:32
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HOW ABOUT THOSE LEAFS?
Set in amethyst and Halothane kissed
Thirty-thousand words per second, covered in piss
Serving virgin wine in halcyon times
He may be kind of brutal but at least he is mine
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Arbun
00:13
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ARBUN
Pull the cork on a bottle of pork and measure the torque in my pneumatic mic, it's charismatic from here to New York and back again on a girly bike
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Little Metal Cox
00:24
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LITTLE METAL COX
Little metal, little metal Cox.
Little metal, little metal Cox.
Little metal.
Little metal cocks for your addictive fists.
Crocodiles, vampires, bulls and amplifiers.
They've got (little metal cocks) for your addictive fists
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Bing Bang Clang
00:22
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BING BANG CLANG
Do you want another dream?
Do you want another dream?
Do you want another Wolf's Dream?
On the right, on the left, pull your coat over your head
A hundred and thirty éclairs
[adapted from the somniloquies of Dion McGregor]
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THE MERITS OF A TEDIOUS PROCESS
Merits of a tedious process
Optical delicious dessert
Calling out subordinate bosses
Calling for the street and the vert
Imitate the alien circuits
Spread it like a cold through the peers
Usual offenders can work it
Many haven't got any ears
Calling unfamiliar life forms
Opposition's alloy façade
Xenochrony wouldn't be welcome
Welcome in the presence of God
Welcome in the presence of God
Welcome in the presence of God
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FEED THE POPE'S CORPSE
Feed the corpse
The Pope's corpse
Feed the Pope's corpse to the poor
HAWK'S RETREAT
Are you on the level?
And if not, do you wanna be?
Can you smell the trash piling up, and surrounding me?
Try to buy the doggie in the window, then I pounce
Let’s make a movie where I run away from Blount’s
Romance isn’t hard to spell; it’s hard to mispronounce
Romance isn’t hard to say; it’s hard to stay away
" STAY AWAY EVERY BODY HAS THE FLUE " [sic]
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Clams Casino
00:01
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CLAMS CASINO
(clams)
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Brake Check
00:04
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Tumbling
00:09
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TUMBLING a/k/a Cowboys & Indians
You be the cowboy, you be the Indian,
I’ll be the teen-aged stalker
You be the one in the sun in the
photo Scotch-taped to the back of my locker.
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Button Eyes
00:40
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BUTTON EYES
It's all right, it's all bright
Beckleyview is in sight
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I've Sunk Into The Loam
01:22
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Rate My Schlong
00:05
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RATE MY SCHLONG
Long ... nice. Thick ... nice. Pretty ... nice. All nice.
[lyrics by the IP address 205.188.199.183 in May of 2002]
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Fat Cox
00:38
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FAT COX
Courtney Cox looks good in a fat suit
Courtney Cox with a hollow rubber poop chute
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Potluck with Paunch
00:16
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POTLUCK WITH PAUNCH
Sinutab, Placidyl, Valmid, Codeine, Amytal
Valium, Nembutal, Quaaludes, Morphine, Demerol
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Cesarian Punchbowl
00:14
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21. |
聖なる道化師くそ攻撃
00:12
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(a/k/a H.S.C.A.)
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Rubber Mallet 18-C
00:20
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RUBBER MALLET 18-C
I'm-a checkin' out my buddy's buddy's car
Rubbahamma to the skull
I want to kill everything I see
Eighteen model C
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Manic Episode
00:31
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MANIC EPISODE
I am havin' a fuckin' manic episode
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SLEEPWALKING WITH A KNIFE
Fan belt forest
Nocturne chorused
Pine box florist
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PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT
(a/k/a THE INSTRUMENTATION SONG)
A frog caller, toy sax, a "Shitar" that I made.
A ribbon crasher, guiro, and a boxcutter blade.
Bongos, Casio, Wurlitzer, a spring.
Triangle, drums, bike horns, and tambourine.
Groovebox, shakers and agogo bells.
Coffee was deleted and the trumpet sounds like hell.
A cymbal was suspended from the ceiling,
then I took a jigsaw to it and it fell off the hook.
A turkey locator and a goose flute call.
A laser gun, recorder, and the stupid NES Paul.
I whipped a wooden dowel, I hit an IV stand.
Drum sticks, Hot Lixx and One Man Jam.
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Mom Soccer
00:12
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lol
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SAINT ANTHONY AT THE TRACK
Susan Alexandra is 33 on M.L.K. day in ’83
The church burns down, the bible is black
Saint Anthony at the track
Winstead Sheffield, stammer and cough
He fires the pistol, and they’re off
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Early Retirement
00:26
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EARLY RETIREMENT
If you're in the game
Then cerebrovascular accident is the word
That mix of yesterday and today Is the oldest trick in the book.
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KNIFEPLAY WITH THE VOCALLY UNENTHUSIASTIC
Dig way down in your heart
You’ve got this feeling that I’m just holding you down
Tonight I gotta cut
Cut everybody
FIRST -- the knife goes in and around
SECOND -- put you six feet underground
THIRD -- I’ll take control of your soul
FOUR - Whoooa, I'm turning it
I gotta cut your guts loose
EVERYBODY CUT
everybodycuteverybodycutcutevery
bodycuteverybodycutcuteverybody
everybodycuteverybodycutcutevery
bodycuteverybodycutcuteverybody
everybodycuteverybodycutcutevery
bodycuteverybodycutcuteverybody
[adapted from lyrics by Kenny Loggins]
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FULL-COLOR BACKPIECE OF A YUM YUM DONUTS
Sink into the black pollution in a dark cherry bucket seat
You can unwind down into a straight line
Cut into another chunk of meat, cut hallucinations at the feet
Blurry targets from the street
Cutting to the drain down in the floor of the morgue,
when the rain starts to pour,
there's a fork in the brain and Le Tour on the cork
Automatic
Psychedelic
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HIS FIST DIDN'T GO UP SO QUICKLY THIS TIME
(a/k/a "It's Phistan Galypso-Quigley This Time")
Turn and cough and try to burn it off with a rag in a jar of gas - it's a single solitary Molotov in your hand while turning to cough and try to burn it with a rag in a jar in your hand that turns to the coughing apparition barely visible in the shadowy area where you are standing, turning to cough.
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THE PUTREFACTION OF VARSITY CHEER
I know who you are and I know what you’re doing.
(No, you don’t.)
I knew who you were and I knew what you did.
(No, you didn’t.)
I know you were who you are when I knew you.
(...wait, what?)
You be careful what you wish against.
Been there, done that,
and I have a cellar full of grinning corpses that will prove it.
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33. |
Stoned Cat in Boat
00:07
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STONED CAT IN BOAT
Smoky-eared mildew hell
Stoned cat in boat
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Horno Microondas
00:58
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HORNO MICROONDAS
Arcs are flashing within the gray
The door is opened all of the way
Her rap is like a microwave oven
Panties get wetter as she starts to shed
She breaks her own fingers clawing at the floor
Heaven ... is here
Heaven ... is her
Poisoned resources.
Ruptured synapses.
Undetectable heat electrical
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This Is Budweiser, This
00:13
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THIS IS BUDWEISER, THIS
Cold morning, cream rises
Sifting through contagious food
Rain Sunday, junk plummet
Calling on a horror show
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Skullpile
00:15
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SKULLPILE
I got a way with women.
I got a way with girls.
I got away with murder.
I got a pile of skulls.
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The Scrounge
00:01
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We're All Adults Here
01:04
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WE’RE ALL ADULTS HERE
Does he love me? I want to know.
How can I tell if he loves me so?
Is it in his pants?
Has he been relieved?
Is it in his mind?
Is he misconceived?
If you want to know if he loves you so it's in his kiss.
That's where it is.
If you want to know if he loves you so it's in his kiss.
That's where it is.
Is it in your face?
Can he be disarmed?
Could he be diverted while you pulled the fire alarm?
If you want to know if he loves you so it's in his kiss.
That's where it is.
If you want to know if he loves you so it's in his kiss.
That's where it is.
[adapted from lyrics by Rudy Clark]
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PLASTIC BATTLEAXE CRUSH CONQUEROR
Perilous air is commanding a mandible
Off of the fork at the top of the hill
Providence fickle to pickup a pickle
Your brother is under the weight of your will
Riding a rubber catastrophe
Chained to the street at the end of the main avenue
Due an inherent amount of defeatism
Pedal your pimples to Portable Two
Wait up and summon the horrible memory
After the mash and before Halloween
Chewing and binding the papers you carry
The bayou appeal that will never be seen
Fucking and spying and eying the cramp of a
tramp that will never be heard from again
Jealous patina of possible pussy
To swallow the pure in the wallow of then
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Toast Points
03:53
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TOAST POINTS
The sludgy black is creeping up an ashen throat
The deep acoustics accentuate a lone figure
Surrounded by hideously broken corpses
Above suspicion and under the blade
But just to the side of the time trials
He watches as his hand finds a stocky crystal tumbler
He sees himself nervously adjust and smooth his tuxedo
He watches as his hand works the sterling cigar cutter
He tries to visualize leaning back, but only lunges forward
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TrashCanEagle Sacramento, California
Official label of XOC* and friends
* one of those video game music guys
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