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Lost Floss
11:43
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Glowing green feeling surprised, Glowing green feeling surprised
Acting upon a double dare to look you in eyes
Too sick to look you in the face,
All I can see is a distraction of fate, hate, fate, hate
All I can see is an attraction of fate, hate, fate, hate.
(Monologue)
I've got something stuck in my teeth,
but you can't use floss to get out grief.
Is this just a distraction of my fate
Is this just an abstraction of my fate
of my fate
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2. |
Hiding Like Hades
05:42
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Big rain, lets loose my crooked smile,
Lets secrets slip inside,
The death mask it, it spits out flies,
my privacy is all wrapped up in plastic
Its primal, your primal, I'm an animal
I'm like old Elvis, an impersonation of myself
My manic me and the intoxicating gift of conversation.
My manic me
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3. |
Cast Out In Two
07:20
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Black and blue, turn into an umbrella corset, to keep the battering eyes focused too, a whole saga of emotion let go, into a dropping tear dropped by you
Bud of the flowers grab your fin, and the tide of the ocean it terrifies too,
broken flippers aren't much help,
when you're tired of waiting for someone else
An unforgettable fight for thinness makes you ponder if you exist.
The more there is too wonder the harder it is to fish.
Social Chameleon with a bent back and willing to let you in
Patti Smith taught me to swim and I turned my back and never looked back again
I feel wholesome , but only when the night wants the sin
I found myself asking , would my kin fit in my skin.
I mean wouldn't have they asked the same questions , whilst they stared at the sun and worried how they'd fit in.
Movement is the most primal instrument.
The harder it is to fish , The harder it is to fish.
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4. |
Pharmakon Love
03:06
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Pharmakon Love
when everydays like Sunday
Holding hands with the nymph theres no need to worry
Nocturnalised, ritualised, profanations.
Once I have reached the crossroads I bury my offerings
and several turn to three and several to three
Hekate, Hekate, Hekate.
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5. |
The One
08:16
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The birds fly down to moons hide,
the tide rolls in, and we can see
everything is an easy access, anything is a sickening excess
Like a man with his last cigarette
The feminine side wins always,
yeah you better believe it, you know its true
This town is run by jackals and wolves and wolves
I say let the drooling rule, and lets kill em out quicker
one less moron, one less moron, boo fuckin hoo.
I've got nine lives but I've used them all up,
Death is twiddling his thumbs, he's jerkin off.
Don't wake me up under the same sun
Don't wake me up under the same sun
We're not a surplus , we are a plus.
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Shoddy Auckland, New Zealand
Goth glam grunge psych hailing from the underworld of Auckland, New Zealand.
Music structured
with too many semi-colons , cast out from four Shoddy minds. Help me Help you escape.
Shoddy is
Shoddy does.
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