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Mission from God
02:06
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MISSION FROM GOD.
I am on a MISSION FROM GOD.
To blow you away with the sound I came up with.
I am on a MISSION FROM GOD.
To blow you away with the song I came up with.
Can't sleep, got to go and play guitar.
No time for eating or the local bar.
The greatest love of all's inside of me.
Cockrock supershlock lobotomy.
I am on a mission from god
To blow you away with the sound I came up with
last night - I wasn’t even trying to
give the only gift worth giving you -
Wet dream soundtrack for the deaf and dumb.
The sound wave first - then you're the second thing to come.
I am on a MISSION FROM GOD.
We are on a MISSION FROM GOD.
We are on a MISSION FROM GOD.
We are on a MISSION FROM GOD.
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3. |
Let The Exorcism Begin
03:06
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LET THE EXORCISM BEGIN.
Your body is floating; it is hanging from your spine.
Your head is turning way past the 180-degree line.
I can't seem to change the station
from this Linda Blaire impersonation.
You can't change the water into wine.
Your eyes are swirling - rolling back into the dust;
a diorama, an exhibition of disgust.
I can't seem to place the blame,
but the ending's still the same.
You can't change the water into wine.
I want to help you but there really is no use.
Well you're possessed; at least you've got a good excuse.
Let the exorcism begin.
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4. |
Turing Test
04:03
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TURING TEST
Believe me
now
when I say I'm alone,
I'm not like you.
Believe me
now
when I say I'm alone
I mean it hurts to find another way
I can be replaced by something that doesn't feel.
feel yourself in motion
now.
Burst forth the joys of living
now.
You can't fight the hand that's bleeding you.
It's useless to choose that
now.
You know it's useless to choose that
now.
Believe me
now
when I say I am bored
I'm not like you.
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5. |
Internet Killer
03:10
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INTERNET KILLER
All this talk about weekends
trying to drag out where I'm gonna be.
It's the Internet killer
pretending to like the same things as me.
I don't know what they look like.
And I don't know where they are.
I can barely write to someone
without being buried alive
right in their back yard.
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6. |
Best Revenge
04:42
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THE BEST REVENGE
It's the wrapping on the floor.
After all the gifts are opened
that's what you ignore.
How could you resist all the bright colors?
It's the tilting at windmills part.
I saw it in your eyes and it scared me from the start.
How could I resist all the bright colors?
The best revenge is to pick myself back up again.
How does it feel to be the one
who switches channels in the middle of a transmission?
It's gotta hurt. Hurt a whole lot.
When lonely memories are the only thing you've got.
How does it feel to be the one
who loses interest in the middle of a conversation?
It wasn't rude but it was careless
to waste those five years
with your boredom and your tears
and the clank clank clank of your machinery
stamping out domes of happy snow globe scenery.
I believe the best revenge is to pick myself back up again.
It's the clothing on the floor.
After all the sex is over
that's what you ignore.
How could you resist all the bright colors?
The best revenge is to pick myself back up again.
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7. |
Emo Takes Last Place
01:45
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EMO TAKES LAST PLACE
Don't leave me stranded here.
Don't leave me in the dark.
It's a long way to
drop
drop
drop.
The falling stops when the impact starts.
Don't leaving me standing here.
Don't leave me off the ground.
Pull me out from
the brace position wait.
From the challenger sound.
Don't leave me grasping air.
Don't leave me all alone.
I'm arriving.
The destination is found
now that I'm going straight down.
Don't leave me standing here.
Don't leave me in the dark
It's a long way to
burn
burn
burn.
Hydrogen tears from a Hindenburg spark.
Three Zero coming down, 400 feet - maintain altitude.
400 feet, Three Zero coming down - losing altitude.
Lusitania in slow motion.
Sink into the quiet ocean.
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THE ORIGINS OF THE FOURTH WORLD WAR.
Once.
When I was cut to the quick by Operation Golgotha.
And now.
Touring lecture halls, university slide shows.
Hey.
You're the one who believes it.
You're the one that makes me have to.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Once.
When I was cut to the quick by Operation Golgotha.
And now.
Turning back the hordes of the Chinese invasion.
Hey.
You're the one who believes it.
You're the one that makes me have to.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you see.
Re-play it over and over again 'till you say...
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9. |
FEMA
03:23
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FEMA
The committee to reduce all things
to consequence and ashes has convened.
They've decided to partition off the ugly ones
and herd all the fat disgusting women and men
to some where they will never be seen again.
Don't over-react, don't get excited: it's all part of a special plan
to make this world a better place
erase the mistakes we've made. Starting with you --
removing your will to live
and building you back up from scratch.
You better watch where your sad Hannibal Lecter tears are shed,
and put your faith and trust in fate instead.
The committee to reduce all things
to consequence and ashes has convened.
They've decided to partition off the ugly ones and
herd you with the fat disgusting women and men.
To somewhere you will never be seen again.
The legislation to destroy the earth, ending all pain and suffering,
was delayed while the lobbyists -- pro and con --
had to rethink about which side they were on
and I can't figure out what's worse...
if it's live or if we all rehearse.
You better watch where your sad Hannibal Lecter tears are shed.
And put your faith and trust in fate instead.
Don't over-react.
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THE BLEEDING HEART OF CEMENT
I thought that we'd be bound forever
because all opposites attract.
But my agoraphobic wet dream
is your claustrophobic panic attack.
It's so fair:
Stare into the bleeding heart of cement.
How does it bleed? I don't know.
Where will you go now? I don't care.
And as the ties are severed the solder melts
and quickly disappears.
And at the feast of anorexics
you made a toast to being thin.
At the time I was just bulemic
I had no name-tag but they still let me in.
It's so fair:
Stare into the bleeding heart of cement.
How does it bleed? I don't know.
Where will you go now? I don't care.
And as the ties are severed the solder melts
and quickly disappears.
Release me. But don't set me free.
There's such a surplus of concern
that it's a thrill to waste it.
Hold my hand each bridge.
Forever: I can almost taste it.
I had this horrible vision
that everything wound up okay.
Okay's for assholes and losers.
I'd rather burn out than rot out that way.
It's so fair:
Stare into the bleeding heart of cement.
How does it bleed? I don't know.
Where will you go now? I don't care.
And as the ties are severed the solder melts
and quickly disappears.
Disappears.
Disappears.
Disappears.
Disappears.
Disappears.
Disappears.
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11. |
Last Parade
03:29
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THE LAST PARADE
You're going over my head again,
it's a problem with communication.
You're like a time bomb
waiting to explode.
You choked on after dinner mints.
It's like a backhand compliment.
You're getting starved again.
Over my dead body you're going to leave.
Sit down and stay for awhile.
Let's go over some new ground
because I found out this is the last parade.
I found out - this is the last parade.
I found out - this is the last parade.
This is where you eat your own grenade.
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12. |
Kung Pao
02:04
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13. |
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HOW I RUINED MY LIFE WITH AN OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION.
Stay away from me before I lose control
and spill my guts and ruin it for both of us.
The other night I went to the show.
On the off chance you might decide to go.
Stay away from me before I lose control
and spill my guts and ruin it for both of us.
I looked around and you were there
and I couldn't find the words to tell you
but at least I avoided this confession.
I am lying on the carpet of my old apartment floor.
And I am thinking myself in circles
like I've done a thousand times before.
You could starve yourself for seconds.
I could starve myself for days.
But the minute I stop my motion is the minute I sink away.
Stay away from me before I lose control
and spill my guts and ruin it for both of us.
You could never have me. I'm already taken.
I would never risk it. What if I'm mistaken?
Stay away from me before I lose control
and spill my guts and ruin it for both of us.
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WHY FAMOUS PEOPLE SHOULDN'T BREED.
The movie star and her rock god boyfriend
went out to the toolshed and created a monster.
Out of bits of foil and scraps of metal.
Vaseline, and magnetic tape.
They plugged it in.
It started oozing and drooling.
They were euphoric until it started to mewl...
the sickly sucking sound of the truly
deformed.
She slapped his face...
said "you're worthless and you're weak".
He punched and spit on her...
said "you're a washed up slut".
It just kept mewling because all it wanted
was to watch them
watch them
watch them
fuck.
It plugged them in.
They started oozing and drooling.
They were euphoric until it started to mewl...
the sickly sucking sound of the truly
deformed.
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15. |
Neil Armstrong
03:32
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NEIL ARMSTRONG
Open up the gates of Babylon,
Neil Armstrong has returned
from the future; he has learned
that pessimism paves the way
for all the things you never say.
Push the starting gate away from me
in the sea of tranquility
all this emptiness is disturbing me
and everything I said.
I do.
Were optimistic lies for you.
It seems absurd this world's a melting watch,
a gynecological textbook for the blind.
I feel so privileged.
8 hours a day
I get to push the stone to watch it roll downhill.
All work and no play
makes me productive,
a vital thread in a fabric wove from shit.
If I close my eyes it doesn't hurt a bit.
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16. |
Road to Flight
03:45
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ROAD TO FLIGHT
Christmas ribbons, packing twine, extension cord or yarn.
Kite string, piano wire, guitar chord or rope.
A cat's paw, a larkshead, it's only a question of skill.
A clove hitch or a slip knot, it's only a matter of will.
All I need is a chandelier so I can go out in style.
And a chair to kick out from under me as I hang there with a smile.
Ten different knots that I can tie it's only a question of skill.
A rope, a hook, a chair, a note, it's only a matter of will.
I could slash my wrists or overdose on sleeping pills
but a hangman's noose is a hallmark card for the holiday that kills.
In the kitchen there's a carving knife.
Go cut me down and save my life.
But I'll never stay with you here.
There's a secret I'm wanting to share...
Forever means nothing.
Forever means nothing.
Forever means nothing on the road to flight.
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17. |
Morgantown
04:21
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18. |
Cameron Diazapam
05:22
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19. |
My Little Nord Modular
04:24
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Landspeedrecord! Baltimore, Maryland
LandSpeedRecord! was founded in 1996, a combination of the Baltimore post-punk bands OCTOPUS, GLAZERIDE, and BUTTSTEAK. LandSpeedRecord! is the parental unit and mental health physician of front person/guitarist Charley Jamison, drummer Marc Berrong, bassist Thomas Stehr, guitarists/noise-ists Ron Spencer and Nathan Bell. ... more
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