1. |
Treacherous Hate
00:55
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The moon is hate.
I hate the moon.
I hate it.
(Assume pose.)
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2. |
Hand in Hand
01:27
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I want to paint the walls with blood
to know just where I stand.
Burning down the door.
Hand in hand in hand.
There's a mirror in my mind and it's crushing me.
There's a mirror in my mind when it's crushing me.
I want to paint the walls in blood
to know just where I stand.
Burning down the door.
Hand in hand in hand.
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3. |
Are You Bored?
01:54
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Are you bored?
Do you have time?
We can make time.
We can kill time.
We can roll ourselves into dust bins. We can lay in the gutters.
We can roll ourselves into dust bins. We can lay in the gutters.
Are you bored?
Do you have time?
We can make time so we can kill time.
We can roll ourselves into dust bins. We can lay in the gutters.
We can roll ourselves into dust bins. We can lay in the gutters.
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4. |
Killing Birds
01:45
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Killing two birds with just one stone.
I want some love and to be alone.
Two birds, one stone.
Friday night I'm a fucking mess.
Choking on coffee and cigarettes.
Two birds, one stone.
Dead birds don't fly.
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5. |
Symptomatic, I Know
02:05
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Oh no, it's so slow.
Oh no, it's so slow.
It's symptomatic of a full collapse.
I know.
Cigarettes and ants crawl across my hands.
Sun fucked and I just can't bare to dance.
I know.
Oh no, it's so slow.
Oh no, it's so slow.
So throw my head against the kitchen floor.
I know.
Punching the frame and slamming the door.
Teeth loose in my head but why and what for?
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
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6. |
Deja Vecu
01:06
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Well I know that I've done this all before
and I know that I've done this all before
and I know that I've done this all before
and I know that I've done this all before.
In the no dreams of Dexedrine,
stand as one.
I'm twelve machines.
The mother's milk of the obscene.
Well I know that I've done this all before
and I know that I've done this all before
and I know that I've done this all before
and I know that I've done this all before.
In the dark of church and clean,
stand as one.
I'm twelve machines.
The mother's milk of the obscene.
Deja vecu.
Deja vecu.
Deja vecu.
Deja vecu.
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7. |
Puppy Dog Tails
01:28
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Darling I'm not telling any puppy dog tales.
Oh sugar, you are spite.
I've seen you on the street.
Walking on my street.
Hips shaking.
Skip tracing.
I just want to be your friend darling.
Darling oh darling.
Darling oh I'm not telling any puppy dog tales.
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8. |
Scripts
02:35
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It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
Corner store, Wednesday night.
For a small pack and a light.
From the corner of my eye
a shiny metal surprise.
Blade drives through, splits my arm.
Blood shoots 'cross chocolate bars.
Impulse items slick with sap.
It coats my shoes and stains my slacks.
Although it was the last thing that I could expect,
it was precisely what the doctor scribbled on my script.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
Some medicine tastes like shit.
Like when people trim your limbs.
My surgeon shoots out the door.
Clerk screams and drops to the floor.
But I don't let it get me down.
But I don't let it get me down.
But I don't let it get me down.
But I don't let it get me down.
Although it was the last thing that I could expect,
it was precisely what the doctor scribbled on my script.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
It's what the doctor ordered.
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9. |
Exit Femme
01:16
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Sugar spice and everything nice
is what they are.
It's what they are.
Exit femme once again.
The past is far.
The past is far.
It's who we are.
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10. |
Apocalypse Later
02:06
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Your self indulgent pleasure
has robbed me of my laughter.
That dumb cheap kick
was just some apocalypse later.
These eyes are dry.
These eyes are dry.
These eyes are dry
and I so clear your self indulgent pleasure.
Your self indulgent pleasure
has robbed me of my laughter.
as some apocalypse later.
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11. |
Late Shift
03:18
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Raw eyes from rubbing then watching the stars.
Pinpoint white lights.
I've got a concrete cold.
"Mister could I have my shoelaces back?
See, I'm on the late shift. I'm on the late shift."
Bloodied buddy with his blouse stained red.
Chew the pill.
Hey hey hey, what time is it?
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's shake.
Let's break.
Your bludgeon rained down upon my back.
"I'm on the late shift."
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12. |
Scripts (demo)
02:01
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The Ether Montreal, Québec
The Ether are a psychedelic punk duo from Montreal, QC.
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