1. |
toonland
03:35
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Way downtown in toonland
at the dead-end of evil street
in the company of strangers
and military men
way downtown in toonland
Oooooohhhhoooohhhhwaaahaaa!
In the 1890s they called it consumption
in the 1990s we’ve got AIDS/HIV
you know sex and drugs
are not onlyfun but deadly
way downtown in toonland
Oooooohhhhoooohhhhwaaahaaa!
Way downtown in toonland
needles not nickels crunch underfoot
it’s a partnership
for a drug-ridden America
way downtown in toonland
Oooooohhhhoooohhhhwaaahaaa!
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2. |
this is not religious
03:55
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Cuz all the others want to love my hands, head full of religion; this region full of blinding wealth...
cuz all the others want to love my hands
head full of religion
this region in a blinding wealth
in love with a touch-ed sound
large lost words
that are too frail for contact
the truth in their smallness diminishing
so come on take my hands
give me your love
the elders said you would be that for me
me existing with split self
a red fall leaf
head full of grey storm
love in their too
twisted by anger and
bled by rage
I saw your mouth in the bridge light
a cruel line that ate away my mirror
it is impossible
for me to know your thoughts
god knows i try
last nite i dreamt of her burning belly
and my heaven face
I was safe in inside her
in a place that love could be redeemed
deep inside she is wombed and loved by me
and my hell in heaven
I am still and loving in her eyes
and sometimes even beautiful
No-no-no
this is not religious
this is not religious
this is not religious
this is not religious
sacreligious
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3. |
honey
03:39
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Ghosts in the oily black
Won’t you smile at me And I’ll smile back
Turn my face any way you like my love
And I will talk to you silent nite
Oh silent...hahahahohoho
The rain is melting
You little goblins
In the nite
Oh won’t you have a kiss
From me
A nervous invalid
Hahahahohoho
It’s raining, it’s pouring
My love life is boring me to tears
Trick trick or treat
I feel like some misplaced Betty Boop
Tettering on overstuffed heels
Uncomfortable in womanhood
But open enough
To anyone closed enough
To approach me
C’mon approach me
I dare ya approach me!
Ghosts in the oily black
Won’t you smile at me
And I’ll smile back
Turn my face any way you like
And I will talk to you silent nite
Oh silent...hahahahohoho
The rain is melting
You little goblins
In the nite
Oh won’t you have a kiss
From me
A nervous invalid
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4. |
oppenheimer park
06:03
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Sleep fair city in silent smog
he came on white strong
black ploughman at his side
at his side we beg for peace and blind wisodowm
oh take our hands, white man
lead us to slumber
Oh sleep little children
in lies impassioned
we are warm with hatred
and justice for all
At nite ask the questions
the morning will obscure
in those moment when your self
will crumble for sure
In park name for Oppenheiner
there’s a hole a world wide
and our little white souls are called there from sin
the culture clash of tomorrow’s youth
is wearing thin
the veneer to the greed alive there within
At nite ask the questions
the morning will obscure
in those moment when your self
will crumble for sure
The thrill rush push of colonialism
is dead and gone
this want to control to plunder control
Conrad’s heart of darkness
spoils in our hearts
as we face ourselves
once again at the edge of destruction
At nite ask the questions
the morning will obscure
in those moment when your self
will crumble for sure
Oh sleep fair sister
in his naked arms
he is strong virile simple
you’ll come to no harm
At nite ask the questions
the morning will obscure
in those moment when your self
will crumble for sure
at nite ask the questions
the morning will obscure
in those moment when
your self your life your whole existence will crumble for sure
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5. |
inspiration
03:15
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Inspiration, where are you now?
Salvation, please show me how
The sky above
Smiles down on us
While we cry
Pretend to make a fuss
Oh inspriation, I need you know
Salvation, please show me how
I’m lost and struggling
To find the words
Fighting with myself
Just to be heard
Roses wilt and buidlings bloom
And an infant screams from the womb
Cities live and Nature gives her life to you
Oh inspriation, where are you now?
Salvation, please show us how
To feel, to see
What is part of life
To save us from
This blind and deadly strife
Oh damn-u-nation, be good to us now
Inspiration, where are you now?
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reissued on bandcamp for the first time.
Release dates as follows;
eponymous - Jan 11/19,
ragnarok - Feb 11/19,
stand - Mar 11/19,
sturgeon love - April 11/19.
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