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All Things Grouling
04:22
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after the nazi holocaust and the death of jack frost we are at a loss... nothing turns over, nothing changes, all things still... rot.... a new arrangement... deranged!
the languages of the faces, the fountains in the mazes , the lavish excesses our nature impresses... smiling, drooling, all things done grouling! Grouling groul! Groul!
the house on the hill where you smile as you kill
the working class sceptic sings the body electric
I ride the free fall inside my skull, inside my mind I find a mirage of sea lions lying on warm rocks slowly crawling towards a cream in the crop
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Bad Habits
02:19
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call one chance the truth and then force it on all the people in a room
force them to do all the things you'd rather not... do it yourself, micro imperial, sweet dominatrix, the shadow of a maternal conquest within a broken frame of patriarchy, androgynous ghosts whisper, "we told you so, don't go where you already know it's madness."
we got bad habits that break the peace
call one tribe to prove all the things that they can not prove
they may not feel used if the plan is concealed
forcing bad habits... Iranian heroin... God curse the queen, the anti-Christ of Albion feigns reality with manicured history into phantom identity, brutal dominion with a lust to expand
we got bad habits to break the peace
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The People's Exhaust
03:46
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into the fire forging ahead trying to be cheerful by avoiding dread: dreadful, dying and the very dead
but how to enumerate, tabulate, communicate or simply relate... "let them eat cake," sang the unaware princess milking her cows singing aloud
into the force the rotten current, the hold, retard the surf, re-buy the sold, a weary wretched orphan already overgrown up in a pawnshop window with a tag and a number, a syringe and a hummer, a genius and a stupid motherfucker found knifing each other by an off duty retired ambulance driver
the hand that wrote the word so well that really ever eye can tell just exactly what it says, means and spells.... says means and spells
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Multiface
04:16
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falling forward towards your angel
falling faster and faster
beyond surrender, beyond tender
fading faster and faster
the days are running faster
nowhere sensational, nowhere sensational
you say we've had enough but your micro flex retains, turns it on
the good old hockey shit and you say "oh well at least it brings us all together,"
I think you're so full of shit and you know, I'm too fucking used to it
cut cut cut to the fucking chase spawned from the husk of your multiface'
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Hollow Ground
04:42
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how many grasps will hold the reach in until we're safe and sound?
how many gasps will rush the great escape into a circle of love?
the best that we can do, bleed the dark into the light, forgive the hollow and swallow what lives inside of you, what lives inside of you? inside, already inside
I'm missing the races back home... I wonder who is going to win them
every time I pick a side I fall under the hollow ground
yeah sick of the pride under the hollow ground
yeah so hollow
all the faces that can charm
I can't get very far
above hollow ground angels fly high
your love of truth ain't no animal beauty
the most eloquent speech is the truest lie
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Liberator
02:42
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I will rise above wanting you to die
I will rise above wanting
I will rise above wanting you
I will rise above wanting you to cry
Cry for love, why don't you cry for love?
Why don't you cry for love?
Why don't you cry for love?
Why don't you?
Who taught you not to cry for love? Who?
Who? Who taught you not to?
Cry for love!
Why don't you cry?
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Maya
04:20
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no strings attached, the soul gets driven back, you call this making love when you make it, you make it all up
falling out of grace, rapturing abyss of space, beyond the broken heart the soulless bastards... watch them go
forgot the name, the word is nothing, no thing
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Crocodile Tears
02:27
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crocodile tears, peppered bear mace
you're so cool you could have it explode in your face!
give us all the love around, get into my life!
(our twined formation, the expectation)
go on pretend the ice ain't gone and implosions are wrong, "it's all good"
(our twined formation, our expectation)
crocodile tears, peppered bear mace
go to your room and you can have it explode in your face!
give us all the things you collect and sell
(our twined formation, the expectation)
go to your room, we'll rob your blood!
(our twined formation, our expectation)
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Night Vision
06:58
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we're fading away on a path too proud to claim sorrow
our spike's in the cog, our bones float in marrow
yeah fading away, forbidden stories somehow ring out in the hollow-
the genocidal rage of parliamentary democracies
the tyrant's parade, his powerful economy
the veil of stupidity tries to hide excessive evil
but really fails to repress the very horror in the name-
the same
reign
sir I've seen this show a thousand times too many
the prohibition on changing seasons qualified by fascist reasons
a showroom displays storm trooper night vision goggles
a bogus reform of a new liberal model
to embrace like a face by masks
the virtue of a cause won by rats
sometimes tiny fingers destroy the view
inferred red, violet blue
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The Maker
02:01
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Driven by heat from where which every shade suffers from favours as if friends where paid.
Privacy breaches most and many to the heart, broken and bleeding yet ready made, ready made.
An hysterical panic to play a good part, where pleasing directs look to appear smart.
Driven towards what stillness remains, what shreds of the decent are authentically feigned? What rests get the wicked? How weary and frayed yet ready made, ready made.
Driven towards where mountains tend to peak to spy everywhere, to need not to speak. The facade of control as real as any successful faker but that don't mean the well made make it closer to the maker, no not closer.
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Karen Foster Vancouver, British Columbia
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