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My Second Cult Suicide
03:58
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I come from the water. You come from the air. I’m shedding the same 5 second skin (oh) just to be here. I come from the violent. You come from
the scared. I know we’re the same. I know what you’re getting at (oh) just to be fair. That’s me. That’s me. I’m birthing the promise. That’s me. That’s me.
I murdered the cross. I came from the water. You came from the air. I’ve shed
all the same five second skin oh just to be here. I’m covered in violence. You’re covered in the lives of the scared. I thought us the same. So I invented the parking lot. (oh) just to be fair. Well, everybody’s a let down. I think I got what you need. I’m the common erased, I’m the common erased. I’m on my knees. Well, everybody’s a let down. I think I got what you need. I’m fixing the race. I’m fixed on the face of entropy. I’m becoming the water. You’re breathing in the salt of the air. We are trapped in the same 5 second skin (oh) just to be there. I’m the taste of the violence. You are sucking in the lively and scared. They thought us the same, and re-invented the parking lot. Awash in the World Fair.
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I am the bomb you make, I am the great escape, I am the need to scrape and get physical. I am the guarded state, I am the guarded state, I am the guarded state of the forum. We will pull the weight, we will pull the weight, we will pull the weight of millenniums. You know the fox and snake, you
know the fox and snake, you know the fox and snake breed the storm.
I never felt love. But, I know what it is. And that’s the most difficult type of cognitive dissonance. You can donate your marrow, but it’s graft versus host
I can capture the sparrow, but I can’t trap his ghost When the tunnel gets narrow, and you try not to choke Snap the shafts of the arrows, leave the heads in their throats We are denied our sleep, we are the master scheme, and we eat tainted meat cried the prisoner. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening moaned the deceased. Oh please let me be, oh please let me be, oh please let me be your anonymous.
I want to set you free, I want to set you free, upon the Salton Sea of the occult. It’s not me. And this can’t be happening. Oh God! I’m the prisoner.
Oh fuck. I’m the deceased.
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The Soviet
04:04
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You’re on. You’re wasted. I’m on fire. With scissors on the cuff. You’re wasted. I’m on fire. I’m trying to get into your head. Ten shots. Looks like steak and we’re all being overfed, but you’re fucking on. You’re wasted. I’m on fire. You’re on. Wasted. On fire. I’m trying to get it through your head. We’re all dead. Oh, you’re on. You’ve tasted the brushfire. Shooting off the cuff. You’ve tasted the brushfire. I’m trying to get into your head. Ten shots. Looks like steak and we’re all being overfed. Oh, but me? I’m on. I’m wasted. You’re on fire. I’m on. I’ve tasted the brushfire. Oh, girl. We split, but you know me. You know me. Well, fuck. I’m a god. And everything that we used to think is safe somewhere in an unused heart. I’m running half of a faceless army. I’m everything that you need. So let’s party for three. Oh, ‘cause you? Well, you’re fucking on. Wasted. On fire.
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This Isn't Home
03:21
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Funny how the sun suddenly illuminates everything. I’m not the thinker
I once thought myself to be. More scared to death of it. What a fucking
disappointment. The constant of constants. Now I’m gonna drag you down that same dirt road. Luke warm beer in the console. You better pray you make it back okay. ‘Cause for me? I’ve been stuck here for ages and this isn’t home. I made you. Made you a black cat that’s afraid to cross my path. I keep painting my reflection just to make something permanent of it and I think “yes! Yes! That’s me!” And then I finally get the joke. A little too late for my sake anyway. And I’ve been saving this for an exit play. This isn’t home. But, I’m your dog. I guess we’re down for the count or passed out anyway. And I can’t imagine what difference it makes if we just draw it out a little while. Just a little while. Just a little while. But, I’ll keep dragging you down that same dirt road. Same luke warm beer keeping us company in the console. Well this is me. This isn’t home. But, I’m your dog.
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Last On The Steak Knife
03:14
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You’re right. Yeah, I said it. You always knew I’d be the last on the steak knife. Side re-threaded. I never thought you’d be fostering shit kids. You’re on a brand new crime. Yeah, right. A brand new white line. My god. I’m on my grind. You’re on your cross. A ghost ship in the land we though we’d lost. Damn. Last flight redirected. You knew we’d cover it first that night. Fight dissected. We’re the women on opening night. You’re on a brand new crime. Yeah, right. A pristine white line. My god. Last fight. Go get it. I’ll be the last on the steak knife. Last fight. Forget it.
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Interlude
02:15
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Young Destroyers
03:38
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We were young destroyers At the head of the Gulf Stream. We pulled at the corners. I know the sound of desperate longing. I spit and I gnash all of my teeth. I recreate a belief in the faithful. If you say so. I’m him. I wreak of the skin that we came from. I am cut from the same medication. I am no one. Dead cities aligned infinitely around the shallow and desperate grounds of the hopeful. Oh, the hopeful. I’ve lived and I’ll die hardly in tact. And we share the same cataract. It’s a hostel for the soft shelled. It’s here! It’s here! We are slaves on the new frontier. But, we were…
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We know you’re not that good under pressure. To be honest, we all thought you’d fail. We’ll all become your failure. Your private party in vain. You are the god that changes the weather. To be fair no one expected the hail. And all your background in vain. You couldn’t wash it away. We all gathered around to hear what you would say. “You’re just as good as the last one.” We couldn’t wash it away. You know I’m not that good under pressure. To be honest, you all thought I would fail. You’ll all become my failure. My private party attained. I am the god that changes the measure. To be fair, no one expected the same. And all my background in vain. I couldn’t wash it away.
Good call. God damn.
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If I drown I’ll send two by the sea. I know you’re dying to get here. I know you’re just like me. If in the ground, I’ll send a handful of seed. I know you’re dying to get here, baby. You know I’m always on leave. Last place? Oh, no no no. I get enough fast pace. I’ll take my place in the front. We’ll put our make up on. And slit our wrists for the scene. That would do it for me. We’ll play a make-up song. And translate in every key. That would do it for me. Oh, the awful sound as we struggle to breathe. I couldn’t silence the ship wreck. Don’t put it on me. I’ll slaughter the crop while you gather the sheep. We couldn’t live on the island, baby. I’m only working off need. If the band plays the ultimate theme. And my image upholstery. You’ll see you’re just like me. If I planned to be down on my knees, I would have driven a Chrysler, baby. I’d rather die in these streets. Just work off the need. Sleep off the need to breed. Talk yourself out of that skin again and I’ll teach you how to bleed. Seasick, severed, left for dead. Shuttered ending left unsaid. Train wreck muttering lies I’ve led as I watch that ship fall out of the frame. Stealthy sails set adrift at sundown. Burnt an effigy downtown. Stealthy sails set adrift at sundown. Burnt an effigy like the fucking Viking that I be. My last attempt at a sea to shining sea.
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If I sell it, there’s no sound. We’re not brothers, there’s no crowd. If I sell it, there’s no ground. Just another scratched off and let down. I know you’re waiting on the dawn in an ambulance. Look how good you are. You really made something of it. We all let you go. Yeah, that’s right. We all know.
I am the death of the body. The marker of change. You are the wife of the party to infinite slaves. And now we wait for the blood to happen. We take everything. Make no mistake. You are the tracks. We are the train. We thought the summer would be early and endless. And we were all fine with it. And now the permanent gray seems senseless and undefined or nullified or something like that. We all began to dawn our biggest black hats. We grabbed at fans to be done with it. We grabbed our hands just for the fun
of it. And now we suffer it.
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Moses
04:45
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Oh, I get it on discount. You get it from me. I gutted your horse for market shares while you parted the seas. I get it on discount. Loose thread at the seams. Wet birth in the ash of disciples. I am the earth packaged up. Oh, garage sale! Save me! We stay low. In love with no one if you stay stalled. Too late for us to dodge any new crosses. I live in your new house. And you wouldn’t believe I set God’s fire on everything. No. I’d swear it ain’t me.
I live in your new house. I am the violent teeth. Oh, me first, yeah me first.
I drank the savior. Spit out the seeds. Oh, Garage sale! Save me! We stay low. In love with no one. In our new home. Too late for us to dodge any new crosses. Look at me. I’m the one. Look at me. I’m the sun. Look at me. I am everything. I am the pen that grew into the book you ignored.
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Goddamned Animals Portland, Oregon
4 Piece from Portland, OR
Steve - Vocals
Erick - Guitar
Scott - Drums
Tony - Bass
Ray Ray - Lighting / Samples
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