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Weapons For War
04:18
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I went home with my very best friend
With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one name....
Matter, much matter
With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one blade....
We’ll all lay down when it’s time to,
Not one minute early, not one minute early
Watch what you think, another shot, another shot
Try what you think, another shot, another shot
I went home with my very best friend
With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one name....
Matter, much matter
With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one blade....
We’ll all lay down when it’s time to,
Not one minute early, not one minute early
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2. |
Mammals
03:55
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Remaker...
On and on they fuck themselves dry
From this world, no, from this world, no
Oh and oh, how much they bleed dry
From this hole, no, from their holes, no
One more time with the same one
They’re lined up, lined up
Spend more time with the same one
He’s fired up, fired up
All we know are each other’s holes
Below scars and flesh wounds we heal
From this world, no, from this world, no
Grow and grow and grow, we still grow
From this hole, no, from this hole, no
On and on they fuck themselves dry
From this world, no, from this world, no
Oh and oh, how much they bleed dry
From this hole, no, from their holes, no
Remaker...
One more time with the same one
They’re lined up, lined up
Spend more time with the same one
He’s fired up, fired up
All we know are each other’s holes
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3. |
Some Love
04:02
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Break us off a piece
The sun shines on me
We smash our little heads on the ground
Repair them with what little we have
Smile, smile on me
With blood, sweat and - me
We smash our little heads on the ground
Repair them with what little we have
Hold all you own
Hold all you want
Show me some love
Outside, come outside
There’s plenty of room outside
Bang on the drums
Bang on the floor
Look each other up and down
There’s plenty of people around
Bang on the floor
Bang on the door
Look each other up and down
There’s plenty of people around
Bang on the floor
Bang on the door
Show me some love
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4. |
Dark Stuff
04:07
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Beneath the cracked pavement and the broke glass
Smug ass looking through the broke glass
Between the cracked ice and the cracked eyes
You’ll find everything you need inside
Sometimes 1’s not enough
Sometimes 5’s not enough
We go down with our friends to the places that most won’t go
We travel on with our friends to the places that most should go
This is the most we know, this is the most you know
This is the most we know, this is the most you know
Between the cracked toes and the cracked ash
Smoke signals on the back grass
Below the glow and the toll of the first snow
You’ll find everything you need below
Below my feet and the raw heat
Above the stale smell of old meat
Beneath melted skin and some cheap gin
You’ll find everything you need within
Beneath the cracked pavement and the broke glass
Smug ass looking through the broke glass
Between the cracked ice and the cracked eyes
You’ll find everything you need inside
This is the most we know, this is the most you know
This is the most we know, this is the most you know
Sometimes 1’s not enough
Sometimes 5’s not enough
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5. |
White Girl
03:24
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Slow down, slow down
Feel me slide down your face and fall to the floor where you flow
Come down, come down
See you walkin’ through the hall
Fall to the floor where you grow
Keep me on time
Keep me in line
Keep me on time
Keep me in line
Go down, go down
Feel me on your mind, feel me all the time
Go down, slow down
Feel me on your mind, feel me all the time
She’s coming
Keep me on time
Keep me in line
Keep me on time
Keep me in line
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6. |
Phem
05:02
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It folds, deep skin like covers
Pass big brains through the big beyond
And pressure holds on from the lover’s mouth
Through my lover
It breeds, big skin like lovers
Deep, deep, deeper than you’d ever know
And pleasure comes out from my lover’s mouth
To another
Come on, it’s so nice in here
We go on, ‘til it’s nice and clear
We play games with our bodies in a good way
Train them to be made in a right way
Go on, have a taste
Go on, make me wait
You play games with your body in a good way
Find you to be made in a right way
She brings big dreams like covers
And crushes them with her thighs
And, bloody, I fold in her arms, in her arms
It’s deep in sin, like lovers
Right, with the day we almost never knew
And pleasure comes out from my lover’s mouth
To another
Come on, it’s so nice in here
We go on, ‘til it’s nice and clear
We play games with our bodies in a good way
Train them to be made in a right way
Go on, have a taste
Go on, make me wait
You play games with your body in a good way
Find you to be made in a right way
She takes me by my hair
Tells me “please, please don’t care”
This makes me feel very only
It makes me feel very lonely
Come on, it’s so nice in here
We go on, ‘til it’s nice and clear
We play games with our bodies in a good way
Train them to be made in a right way
Go on, have a taste
Go on, make me wait
You play games with your body in a good way
Find you to be made in a right way
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7. |
Pregnancy
04:57
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We don’t like this very much, month to month
I will take every breath, with every breath I want
We don’t like this very much, month to month
I will take every breath, with every breath I want
We’ve seen you too few times, time to time
I will break every skull and pray for every soul
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8. |
Sidemen
05:31
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See me in the backwoods, find me in the backwoods
Am I, am I, am I really all alone?
See us the in the backwoods, fund us in the backwoods
Am I, am I, am I really all alone?
Sing your little song, men
There’s a quiet sound building all around
Through my trees, through your trees, building from its knees
There’s a disgusting sound, building all around
Through my fears, through our fields, building from its teeth
Sing your little song, men (Sidemen)
There’s a quiet sound building all around
Through my trees, through your trees, building from its knees
There’s a disgusting sound, building all around
Through my fears, through our fields, building from its teeth
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9. |
Water & Beasts
04:45
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It’s growing, it’s growing
It picks the hairs from it’s head
It’s blue, blue all over, it’s blue, blue all over
It fears, it hears, it knows we’re near
It’s blue, blue all over, it’s blue, blue all over
Could someone tell me it’s alright?
It’s comin’ from the water
Draw a circle ‘round it
Keep it from coming closer
Repair his wounds and leave
His teeth wrap around it
Trust me, no one hears us
He left something in us
He’s coming, he’s coming
He’s bloody and he’s soaking wet
He’s red, red all over, he’s red, red all over
It’s here, it fears, it hears we’re near
It’s red, red all over, it’s red, red all over
Could someone tell me it’s alright?
It’s comin’ from the water
Draw a circle ‘round it
Keep it from coming closer
Repair his wounds and leave
His teeth wrap around it
Trust me, no one hears us
He left something in us
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10. |
Spread It All Around
03:21
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These little short rounds, around...
Prepare the bitch for rest, arrest...
Lay them out all around, all around...
Spread them all over the ground, over the ground...
Thumping, still thumping
Squeeze out the ground and grow
Jumping, still jumping
Teeming with our soul
Pulsing, still pulsing
Squeeze out the ground and grow
These little short rounds, around...
Prepare the bitch for rest, arrest...
Lay them out all around, all around...
Spread them all over the ground, over the ground...
These little short rounds, around...
Prepare the bitch for rest, arrest...
Lay them out all around, all around...
Spread them all over the ground, over the ground...
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11. |
Aytche
05:28
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Sing the same song
Watch her body come closer and closer
There’s a man with a black grin
Got a bottle coming closer and closer
Say, say what must be said
Do, do what you will do
Say you won’t
I’ll go home alone
Baby go forth
Sew your way
Bring this dream all over
Say you won’t
I’ll go home alone
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A Lull Chicago
A Lull is nearly impossible to describe without qualifiers. The music crafted by these five multi-instrumentalists gathers the recognizable traits of a half dozen indie micro-genres, tosses out all but the stem cells, then adds the calculated, percussive verve of a half dozen rhythm sections on top of beautifully crafted songwriting to result in a sound that is as unique as it is memorable. ... more
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