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Open
02:10
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Open it up
Open it honey
Open it to the rain
Everyone’s loving
Everyone’s throwing
Everyone feel mislaid
I’m showing it out
I’m putting it out
I'm putting it down too sincerely
But there is no doubt
I can’t live without
My urgency is getting strong
The tool swells and then explodes
Then you can’t read my barcode
The pudding fatally expires
In the sky it rise
Open them wide
Open them holy
Open them to my nose
Everyone’s coping
Everyone’s scoring
Everyone unload their bags
I’m showing it out
I’m putting it out
I'm putting it down too sincerely
But there is no doubt
I can’t live without
My rage is getting stronger now
I demand a horse to buck
I just claim a clam to suck
The situation’s getting dire
Or does my love it lie?
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2. |
Professionalism
06:00
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Hey, will I sing badly enough so that I
can express any opinion today?
You’ll be interested
Hey, will I say something harmless and sly
something that confirms you in your aphaty
You’ll be impressed
Scratch hard the surface
and your face just surfs away
you’ve been trying to
change your smallness
into psalms of
professionalism
Tell me how we got into this freak show
I make wide turns in repetition
Take out the balls let’em show
We’ll put a sticker
We’ll let you know
Take you to the beach
grieving on the sea
to let your skin burn
your cock rise
‘tween thighs
you like a pussy that’s different
she’s different from all the others
Stay on the beach
must be needin’ on the sea
and catch that pussy
before your best friend
notices she’s different from others
entices her with his sticky oaf charm
You and Mungo Jerry
You won’t take that cherry
No! She’ll go to waste
in some rich kid’s arms
he’ll take her for a ride
for a
for a ride
on his speedboat
a slow blow-job
on his speedboat
Standing on the beach
peering into your mobile phone display
thinking someone else’s words
at least listen to someone who knows
how to sing better than me
someone that confirms you in your aphaty
someone who takes the trouble to
take away the pain of thoughts
Someone like you
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3. |
Protest song
02:26
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I don’t really want it
I’m ready now to tell you
how everything was just a play of events
the choice was not mine
my selfishness a reflection of their mechanical world
and I don’t want it girl
I don’t need it girl
but now it seems that all my words they have to pay a toll
Was this my goal?
I have been bought.
Something in the way you move
Makes me want
Makes me want to scream aloud
but I do not know
what to say that reflects my personality
(if there’s one)
so I don’t want it girl
I don’t need it girl
I wanted to say something but now I sadly forgot
So I’ll have your holes
You have been bought
Gimme your holes
‘cause this is a protest song against my very own songs
You know I am believeable
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4. |
Depth
04:10
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Deeper
Than anything in here
I didn’t find a shelf
I tried to ask
“Does it make any difference?”
Older
Than anyone in here
I tried to rest my head
But everywhere there were
Shrieks and demons
Early morning
I need sleeping
Find a burrow
Gathering all my bones
A dream to borrow
From the needy
‘Til tomorrow
Going on and on
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5. |
Ambition
04:26
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Did I forget to mention
Our craving of extinction grows
As we can’t really function
The way our fat old daughters want
Extract a wish from ambition
That’s chaining
Let it build a home
With no restrictions
Conviction will rise
Before the day is out
So run to a ready oblivion
A drug that really lingers on
Keep it on dirty fingers
Sometimes it won’t affect at all
Or find a shelter underground
A trip to the moon
A ride to the stars - falls
Survive on superstitions
Survive for waiting in a row
While waiting for God’s admission
You will eat the flesh of your neighbor
You’ll never see a God
You’ll never see one
You’ll never see one God
“Nothing happens, dad
nothing happens
I really must find my way to this life”
I strive to find a good way
I strive to find a good wasting afternoon
That’s all I need
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6. |
The Brood
05:34
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The depressing sight
Of spring loaded puppets
Debases every bud of consciousness
A mass of powerless disputes the reasons
That they have been stolen a long time
A long long time
Hatred is directed towards the brothers
The view is blocked by domesticated screens
That deform the anger and convert it into fear
This fear of love
Focus on the insignificant
Make him as big as the world
Destroy the bonds that hamper your work
Declare to love everything that moves
I have killed all my friends
I would do it again
To be a responsible man
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7. |
Biopolitics
04:16
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Well you see, I
don’t cry
won’t try
to sadly mind
your business
‘cause it’s not mine
I want light
I want time
don’t want a ride
to nowhere
your nowhere
Hope that I don’t see you again
that you won’t be around me
and I will stake my claim
to contribute to your sound
dishonor
Well you don’t own
Well you don’t own
Well you don’t own
You don’t own me
My life’s mine
My death’s mine
The fuck out
of my balls forever
forever
My job’s mine
My health’s mine
All that I find
Unrefined and glowing
Unrefined and glowing
Hope that I don’t see you again
that you won’t be around me
and I will stake my claim
to contribute to your sound
dishonor
Well you don’t own
Well you don’t own
Well you don’t own
You don’t own me
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8. |
To Get Inside
05:34
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You're standing on your own - To get inside
You wonder what went wrong - To get inside
It's aching wall to wall - To get inside
And spring has turned to fall - To get inside
You're crying then you laugh - To get inside
This feeling cuts in half - To get inside
You call this place a home - To get inside
No furniture nor form - To get inside
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9. |
Faith
06:55
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I become a faithful jerk
I become a swiveling berk
I sail in sight and I’m a wreck of work
(Please don’t get me wrong)
I voted for democracy
I voted for pornography
I voted for you and so please check my name
The safe way of my tongue
The only kind of war
I claim to be a patriot and a saint
Or maybe a knight
Of my role
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10. |
Submission
04:42
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Airbone unborn
draft by Colombus
wet-eyed desperate little goon
disdaining submission
lying in the sewers of one’s skull
no one asked you an opinion
well, I do
You can stay
‘till the sinking of the land
You’re in blossom
would you mind transporting little lies
you'll be rewarded with a bowl of rice
I, me, mine
bring me to the light
corruption
seems to
play pan flute
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Humpty Dumpty Messina, Italy
Fieramente arroccato su posizioni di intransigente autoproduzione e autodistribuzione, solenne spregiatore del compromesso assurto a modus operandi, ha all’attivo 22 dischi e parecchie collaborazioni.
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