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Meanwhile in hell...
04:48
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Heaven’s undergroundlings
Once nymphs of Over-world sing
As low a sound as any
the molten lead it leads me
To the song of their lamenting
Where they curse the sun for setting
From adders tongues in their hair
The rock it bores of their stare
Then she’s drawing back a bow string
Her arrow holds a death sting
for the nymphish song in my soul
The Arrow makes a new hole
Euterpe is her namesake
But any name can she take
From her thunder pounds a bass drum
From her wind the amps begin to hum
Meanwhile in hell,
the ukuleles play
Artisanal sunshine and flowery beer on the way
She whispered a word in my ear
In a torturous tune I could hear
Bom bom bom bom bom bom
Call me out
Give me wings
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Saturn
03:48
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My pilot’s strapped into a baby seat
A day where sunshine meets the chrome
Turn the music up and point this Saturn home
I’ve got to take you where you got to go
Rain sleet or snow we will roam
Close your eyes and we’ll point this Saturn home
I had the feeling like I was stealing a cool easy million from the man
Some’s been collected but I’ve not neglected to keep what I can
There’s no school work for this progeny
And our hair’s in need of a comb
There’s still tomorrow
Now let’s point this Saturn home
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Zion Laser Beam
03:48
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Here comes ms. lowdown
Lowering the bar
She going uptown
With a bar and star
She got a value
To make a fat boy cream
Maybe all isn’t as it seems
In our Zion laser beam
Watching you squirm
On let’s make a deal
Here comes the malt-worm
A canker in heals
She got a value
To make a feverish dream
Maybe all isn’t as it seems
In our Zion laser beam
As good a bucket
Filled with spit from your stream
Maybe all isn’t as it seems
In our Zion laser beam
She is burning
In a Zion laser beam
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Until You Don't
03:57
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How could it matter
Like paint just splattered
I stare ahead like a corpse
Through the bends and warps
You do until you don’t
I wasn’t asking
Nor was I basking
In any way in your light
I ran so fast from the fight
That’s what you do until you don’t
There’s no tradition
In my condition
Like an old friend of the bride
I got something to hide
You know I do until you don’t
You had a feeling
As you were stealing
The last piece in the haul
There’s a void on the wall
Do what you do until you don’t
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Garçons Fières
04:09
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Hey paint your face
Lace up the boots
it looks like that thing can shoot
Hey bring the mace
You never know
If the boys will give you a go
You got the look
And the lane
Gonna ride the wave like a train
You said you had to take it into your hand
You were feeling so free
Jumping whenever his needs demand
Looking into the dark to see
Instead I’m looking, lookin’ at me
I got the hook
Cheek to cheek
It’s so hard to hear you speak
You said you had to take it into your hand
You were feeling so free
Jumping whenever his needs demand
Looking into the dark to see
Instead I’m looking, lookin’ at me
And when he moves
He leaves me there to see
And when he grooves
His groove’s for me
I’m a drone
I don’t care
I’m a garçon fiere
I’m not alone
I’ll tap that bear
I’m a garçon fiere
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I was doing what I was told to do
And all of your friends
Said I was betraying you
I don’t need your love
I need to lift your curse
‘Cause what’s worse
I never met no one like you before
Never from no one
was I expecting more
I got my thirty bucks, not from no Visigoth
I got to go back home
to my old Kerioth
I don’t long for your love
I’ve been too long at sea
Off Galilee
How you’re gonna let me down
You
You
You should know what they say
What they’re saying of me
At our last meal only your Mary could see
They’re doing me no good
I don’t need your tears
I need to be clear
Why’d you have to turn me upside down
You could’ve pushed
any of us around
I don’t need your love
I need to lift your curse
’Cause what’s worse
You’re gonna let me down
You
You
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Brian Stevens New Milford, Connecticut
I am an alien that was sent to earth to study humans and report my findings to minister Zolumb on the planet Yat. To fit in with other middle aged men in my area, I took up pretending to make music. Enjoy.
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