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Pareidolia
07:11
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(Instrumental)
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Destruction
Death metal revolution
Fucking gore imagination
Expression of my body mind
Mutilations
Cannibal Corpse are my only inspiration
I’m gonna play tennis on my bed
Just drinking a bottle of sake
Japo punk is my favourite dessert
I wanna be the lover of Sade
Jim Courier was a poet and a prophet
In ninety ninety three
I was into an acid trip
I saw LL Cool J on a jeep
He said “Please kiss me”
Knocking on heaven’s door
Is the best Dylan song
But I never heard the original
Cause Axl was so sensual
I had nothing to do
With the movie of John Woo
I was more into Casper
And in movies like Twister
Bill Paxton is going on that camping trip
Smell like moroccan weed
When I fuck with JLo in my dreams
My sister was the girlfriend of Eddie Irvine
I never understand if she’s not insane
Jim Courier taught me how to off it
Jim Courier walkin’ like he talk
Goodness me, can’t you see
I’m gonna cough it
Jim Courier was a poet
A prophet
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3. |
Fortune Cookies
05:36
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Now at the end of the dinner
It’s when the truth spills down
It is some kind of ruthless revelation from the inside
A morbid psychic bullet
All the actual colors of the emotional landscape
Through your belly button
And when you purr away in dreamland
I can almost touch your thoughts
The lapels of our life together
Spread open, as it is
I will guess all details of the many accidents to come
Null margin of error
The world is multifarious but can’t hide its basic laws
Bleak and plain iterations
What you sow is what you reap
My robust conviction
I’ll give you fortune cookies
Straightforward predictions
You’ll ask “How could you know?”
I became accustomed
To enduring illusions
Everything can be portrayed
With simple descriptions
In spite of my stupidity
In light of my sensitivity
Either at the start or in the end
It’s transparent where the story goes
I’ve learned we all are helpless
In tidying this fearful mess
One time or just another
I wish I could be harshly disavowed
Dismantling preset theories
and self-fulfilling prophecies.
Heading for a sensory brothel
Looking for a regulation model
Strolling in deep dissociation
Hell of prognostications
Now at the end of the winter
Eventually we fall from grace
It is some sort of magic intuition underlying
A baleful voice deprived of sound
Place a bet on how all our new redemption plans
Will be razed to the ground
And when you talk of dreamlands
I am almost moved to tears
‘Cause every dream will turn to nightmare
And it’s clear you don’t realize
Feeling laughed at, even hours before the people's grins
spread across their faces
Feeling altered, even when the ropeway seems to be
slipping smoothly downhill
Useless to hear, needless to say
No casualties will save their life
In the wake of vulgarity
In the kingdom of enthropy
But one time or just another
I’d like to be left speechless
By the ever-losers’ triumph
By the gravity’s defeat
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Lose what you've got
Don't make me think
Worshippin' sorrow
it's an absurd thing, Sonia
Let me sing you a song
of love
Open your arms
to let me in
and I will try to sing in the key
you know
All the others are
Too rough
'Cause you are lost in a maze
skin is full of grazes
Is the whole human race
an enormous space for us
and I can't say you're wrong
Can only keep singing this song
You see our words
they aren't us
they just depict the wars that we've lost
so long
Everybody loses time
We are lost in this maze
and we seek some grace
if we are human race
we can only stay alone
and neglect neighborhood
We are so frail
we are so good
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5. |
Some Big and Juicy Fish
02:19
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I swim - in what's left
Of the - Pannonian sea
I must - be a whale
Some big - and juicy fish
You'd think - the sea was blue
That's what - I thought for sure
Looks more - like a swamp
Hope I - won't get lost
Buzzards sleep, - let's keep quiet
They will wake - and check on us
We are - a line of big fat cows
To them - and ready to be squeezed for milk
I'd have thought - the sea was blue.
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6. |
Symptoms
02:04
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A dog seem to lap water from the pipes,
a wheeze of dogsmell and dogcompanionship -
life-enhancing water brims my bath -
[...]
I soak,
examining and examining
what I really have against myself.
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A New Equipment
02:43
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My favorite feelings
shots of my hometown
My indignation
my ranking of songs
A ball of dry concrete around my feet
to let the earth never miss a beat
Look at my face
'cause you need it smiling
come in my mind
you will find it sterile
do what you want
it will never disappoint
You won't
I need it too
Baby, I've got a new equipment
to launch my freedom through
the new border of truth
Baby
I've got a new suspicion
I need to change my mood
for a brand new mission
Read your comment and I love you
Fuck me so hard
our time is coming
don't tell me lies
or we won't get going
do what you need
and go back to the list
Stay serene
I will too
Read your comment and I hate you too
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8. |
Horseriding
03:25
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(instrumental)
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9. |
The Muffin Song
04:50
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You should trust my barcode, honey
Listen to what I say
Although I don't have a meaning
I have passed all tests
So I say:
I am proud
to be on shelves
Even if they rise my price today
I'm still incredible
Search the muffin section, honey
don't pick a chocolate one
My color can confuse you
but I assure you it's real shit
Try that once
Feel how it falls
Even If you have a stomachache
you're in step with the times
This means to be radical today
This means to be clever today
Try that once
Feel what a taste
Even if tomorrow's far away
Seize the moment of your fainting
This means to be critical, today
This means to be radical today
This means to be passable today
Yes, you're coprophagous, it's ok
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10. |
Free Jacko Homo
01:50
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(instrumental)
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Hade's Plain
03:13
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That cave of brimstone
smells of you in the distance
Lonely subsistence
has no word of wisdom
the softer you come
the harder you go
hold on
hold on
into the Hade’s plain
into the Hade’s plain
Your heart’s forbidden
who’s the horse you’ve ridden
are these my wounds of you?
I should have minded
when you scared the baby
which now is through
The smile on your face
was the devil’s grin
we’ve gone very far
into the Hade’s plain
and then you disappeared
The beating of your bones
reach me when I’m asleep
the sound of a new song
used as necromancy
into the Hade’s plain
into the Hade’s plain
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12. |
Late Blues (Version)
03:44
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I ain’t gonna show you ‘cause
You really don’t care
And I won’t use you
‘cause you is all there
I ain’t gonna know you ‘cause
You really can’t care
And I won’t follow you
‘cause you are dead
I ain’t gonna blues you ‘cause
I don’t really care
And you won’t follow me
‘till the house of the dead
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13. |
Jesus on the Moon
03:53
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Jesus on the moon
Administrates the gloom
But He will rush real soon
Maybe will sing this tune
He loves everyone
Includin’ who subdues you
Tonight
Well it’s Christmas
And he must be celebrating
His birth
You can wait
Still Jesus saves you all the time
But Jesus is just human
Jesus on the sun
Doesn’t need no tan
He will oversee
All your misfortune
Be careful to always be
Humble like is
Your Lord
Well it’s Easter
And he must be dozed off on a cross
Don’t disturb
You can wait
Still Jesus saves you all the time
‘cause Jesus is invulnerable
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(instrumental)
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15. |
I am Two Fools
02:50
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I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
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16. |
Serenade
04:12
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As I lie and watch the moon
On the lonely sea,
Watch it tug the lonely tide
Like a comforter over me,
The still and faceless moon
Fills the beach tonight
With only a ghost of day,
All shadow gray,
and moonbeam white.
And you lie alone tonight,
As alone as I;
Lonely girl in your lonely flat,
well, that's where it's at,
So hush your lonely cry.
How can I come to you,
put out the moon,
send back the tide?
The night has gone so gray,
I'd lose the way, and it's dark inside.
No, I must lie alone,
Till it comes for me;
Till it takes the sky,
the sand,
the moon,
and the lonely sea.
And the lonely sea . . .
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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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