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Gelb
07:11
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2. |
Alien
04:42
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There is a cataclysm coming for this population
What form it takes is not yet known, our team is at the station
The miser is always watching over this old town
I know the ways that all can crumble if the air becomes unwound
I am an alien, I can’t say I’m a trusted bearer
I kindly ask my word be heeded, lest there be a gruesome terror
Ungodly astral beings lend your ear to me
For just a second, I can make things clear, I’ll let the miser see
There is no easy way to give this information unto thee
I pray I do not sound too brash or too conspicuous indeed
The end is coming, if I dare come off cliche
I daresay image won’t concern me when we make it through today
I am an alien, I can’t say I’m a trusted bearer
I humbly ask my word be heeded, lest there be a gruesome terror
Council of common people sends their very best regards
And in the end I know at least we’re all still who we are
One dawn in the stomach of the beast
A sickly parasite will crave the taste of acid in the trees
Wine and bees. Nothing here will keep the hive in check
Das Triadische Ballett, Das Triadische Ballett
One dawn, with a trepidatious spark
A need to turn the end upon us will behest the oligarchs
All the stars burn the oceans up, the dreams we haven’t met
Das Triadische Ballett, Das Triadische Ballett
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3. |
Try the Wine
05:43
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“How do you do,” with a surreptitious smile she said to me
How could I know this life would ache like a hurricane in silence
Only you could shed my tears
Why my dear, those aubergine trellises look sublime, dressed in turquoise and iodine
Time makes fools out of all of us dear, try the wine, colored rose red and alkaline
“Where is the light?” With an apprehensive zeal she said to me
How could I know that light would sear like the sun has come to visit
Only this could set me free
Why my dear, those aubergine trellises look sublime, dressed in turquoise and iodine
Time makes fools out of all of us dear, try the wine, colored rose red and alkaline
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
I know that face, that cathode ray tube with a bandit’s golden lips
The colors don’t look right, destruction and mirth within the crevices
My life can’t go like this
Why my dear, there’s nothing else to do but tell a lie, in the form of an alibi
Time makes fools out of all of us dear, try the wine, colored rose red and alkaline
I called her name, and nothing came in from the creek I shouted forth
The water didn’t speak, she leapt from the waterfall and perished
Only she could let me be
Why my dear, there’s nothing else to do but tell a lie, in the form of an alibi
Time makes fools out of all of us dear, try the wine, colored rose red and alkaline
Sewer rats in polo fit
Possums with the bolo drip
Blossoms Bubbles Buttercups
on some
Never catch em solo shit
League of Sedentary figures
you'd think
dude had signed to solo mid
bombs away it's wrong to stay
unless you
tryna catch a hollow tip
here's the thing I wanna know
why the fuck you running bro?
choose to crash with those you love
or
jump and say Geronimo
Down the hatch and out the back
it's, up to you to swallow though
puffing cigs outside the bar, they ask me "can I get a follow?" No
dreams are just reality but less fun
if it's scary wake up try the next one
see them cheer or jeer it don't concern me
Bitbeast when grip the mic you'll get spun
negative poles are better than no charge at all
positive roles are probably closed, try the mall
Told them fly was here to stay, here’s the proof
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
Get on the roof, we’ll count the stars
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4. |
Jackrabbit
05:36
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5. |
Sir Duke
03:21
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Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing and dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Don't make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won't quit
But here are some of music's pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
There's no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
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6. |
Fighting Trim
05:04
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Vincent Persichetti, Xenakis, Cage, Bartok and Gershwin
Live in stereo and living on a stolen pink cassette
Talisman reporting that the president’s killed Merlin
Santa Fe, Madrid, and Paris were the last to place the bets
Try my hand at baking, or whatever craft is shaking up the rocks
Get good at Crokinole without that slippery powder on the top
Typeset the revolution, fifteen point futura
Left a notice in the margins there, I told the king “Ready or not.”
I’ll get my daughters fighting trim
And tell ‘em, don’t be tardy
And when the fighting’s over, then
I know they won’t be sorry
Fabled anger, blood and carbohydrates in the air
Oh honey I’ll be there
I’ll set the timepiece running
On the clock, we set to carving
And when the carving’s over then
I know we’ll just be starting
Fabled anger, blood and carbohydrates in the air
Oh honey I’ll be there
Opulence and savvy get along like wine and bread rolls in the evening
For the record, there’s a lot of wine to go around
Pass the glass along to good old Rozencrantz and Raisin Bran
Kentucky fried before we die, our bodies never found
Try my hand at archery, backgammon and strip poker
One a day, good shot, good hand, good play, and the world will enter endgame
Typeset the revolution, fifteen point futura
Left a notice in the margins there, I told the king “We’re here to stay.”
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7. |
Bauhaus
06:24
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8. |
Hellbulb
06:33
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I’ve seen six cities fall for this
Mathematics with incompetence
Red flags stand among the trees
Repugnant symphony
A billionaire’s tarantula just ate the ceiling
Thinking it was yet another floor
I thought this reading Derrida
Dandelions international
You left a star inside the hive
With hope to multiply
Prayed to an Alaskan bull worm
X@X@X@X won’t help you now sir
Buried with the others, go and see
We’ve come for Columbine deluxe
Front row center cost me fifty bucks
The pleasure’s coming just for me
Time to jump for the ballet, Allons y!
We’ve come for Columbine deluxe
Front row center cost me fifty bucks
The pleasure’s coming just for me
Never say sorry
I crashed a sequin omnibus
Discombobulated, fabulous
I left the wreckage in the street
For all to come and read
These fumes lay underneath me
Doubling into mystery
Be careful, but in passing, be a Saint.
I’m serving breaded floppy disk
Candlelight and crème de basilisk
Come taste the unborn specialty
It’s made with wine and bees
A timbral tapestry
laid waste to all before me
There is simply too much in here to concede
We’ve come for Columbine deluxe
Front row center cost me fifty bucks
The pleasure’s coming just for me
Time to jump for the ballet, Allons y!
We’ve come for Columbine deluxe
Front row center cost me fifty bucks
The pleasure’s coming just for me
Never say sorry
We’re here for columbine deluxe
Don the underbelly, don the guns
We know we’re never getting back
The world we used to have
Go dance the only dance remaining
In our hearts today
Be wary for the coming afternoon
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Patricia Taxxon Santa Cruz, California
Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.
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