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White Privilege
01:40
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I’m living the good life, pop pop pop
You think that I don’t know
I’m living the good life, pop pop pop
No one’s killing me in the road
I’m living the good life, pop pop pop
It’s modern day Jim Crow
I’m living the good life, pop pop pop
I’m part of the status quo
Trayvon Martin
We all let you down
Michael Brown
Cops are killing now
Eric Garner
We’re all on our knees
Tamir Rice
Black boy murder spree
That’s my face staring back from the TV
I was born part of the bourgeoisie
Walter Scott
Shot in the back
Jonathan Ferrell
Wrong place while black
Freddie Gray
Sadists took his life
Sandra Bland
Might be here if white
That’s my face staring back from the TV
I was born part of the bourgeoisie
Recognize my place in this hierarchy
Basic niceties come to me quite easily
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Ramones City
01:26
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Feel alive again, feel like myself
Dirty neon reflects my soul
Boozy fights and cigarette lights
Only got a dime, it lasts all night
Oh lord I love this city
Gang Bangers, oh! let’s kick it out
I’ll make it my own, my own
Business men now, oh! let’s kick it out
24 hours, high on cheap pills
Gamble at the docks a night in the hills
Everyone looks like Joey and Dee Dee
Rooftop punk rock sing along with me
Oh lord I love this city
Sex workers oh! let’s kick it out
I’ll make it my own, my own
Club kids now, oh! let’s kick it out
Oh lord I love this city
Metal heads now, oh! let’s kick it out
I’ll make it my own, my own
Ramones City rockers, oh! let’s kick it out
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Owl Commander
01:43
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You’re a force
A queer victory
My friend
The queen of trampoline
You’re a banshee
An 8 Inch Betsy
You’re the one
Who taught me to be me
Has there ever been a girl who’s rocked more faces
Mohawks, neck tattoos and arm bracers
Toured the world and broke all their hearts
The day you died my world fell apart
You lived hard
Filled with bravery
Lived fast
Your life was poetry
Now you’re a spector
I see in you my dreams
You left me
We were supposed to be a team
Bound down mountains and never afraid
A modern day lover homemade renegade
I miss your guitar, your songs & your touch
Sometimes this world can just be too much
A bottle of rye then we get high
You, me, Jamie, Mason & Ryan
Drinking man killer and hippy piss
End of an era, my friend you will be missed
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Makeout Mountain
03:03
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Aaaah woooo
And it couldn’t be better
Watching the stars tonight
Aaaah woooo
And it couldn’t be better
Counting the satellites
I could be good, I could be bad with you tonight
Holding my hand, tell me everything will be alright
Breathe in the night air as your lips touch mine
Never let go, this is our sacred time
I could be fun, I could get weird with you tonight
Loki and Vega rolling around in the moonlight
Say that you love me, I’ll call you my best friend
Telling me these nights will never have to end
It could be the acid, it could be this tremendous height
The world spread before us like it is our birthright
Specks in the cosmos, we’re lucky to be alive
Amazing that we met at all, amazing that it’s you and I
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Svengali
02:36
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Hypno slave
I am the driver
I am in control
I am the driver
Yes, I will take my toll
I am the driver
I dominate your soul
I am the driver
It’s all you’ll ever know
Hypno slave
I am the driver
You will heed my call
I am the driver
Yes, you are my thrall
I am the driver
This is the life you’ll lead
I am the driver
It’s all you’ll ever need
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Mayonnaise Elbow
02:16
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Look in my eyes and tell me you’re alone in this
Scream at the sky, it won’t do you any good, no
I don’t know why we toil like a slave
Why even try if we can’t all unite
I’m not the only one
You are not the bigger gun
This is what I can do
Holding my head high as I can
It’s all I can do ooh ooh ooh
Better comply, another drone will take your place
What’s your price, a better life in the horizon
Pacify, root root root for our home team
Need a war cry, a kick in the ass for the working class
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Elementals
03:42
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I am the mountain that towers overhead
I am the plains that let you survive
I am the soil, I plant the seeds
I am the bedrock, I am your foundation
I am Volcano, I devour Pompei
I am the jewels that create your wealth
I am the caverns that haunt your dreams
I am the Gaia that let’s mana flow
This mud and muck is murder
You’ll all sink into your graves
This mist and vapor tickles
What horrors lurk inside the fog?
The Swamp is calling for blood
Leave the will-o-wisps to their work
The slime and scum taking over
Waiting patiently to ravage your flesh
I am the water that gives you life
I am the blood that flows through your veins
I am the tides, I am the currents
I am the rainfall, I make crops grow
I am the Kraken, I am Poseidon
I am the floods that take your lives
I am the deep sea, I am the mystery
I am the terror of the unknown
This world is getting colder
Huddle for warmth if you want to survive
Glacial rifts cut the world in half
Avalanches frozen abyss
Feel the chill deep in your bones
Death is a gift in lands like these
Arctic snow storms are blinding
Never move again, frozen in time
I am the air that you breathe, I am the comfort you feel
I am the gentle breeze that puts you to sleep
I am the Genie, I’ll grant your wish
I am the one that brings you the sky
I am your zephyr, I am the heavens
I push your ships, I let birds glide
I am the cyclone, I am the whirlwind
I am the gales that rip you in half
Welcome to this vast wasteland
The atmosphere is sticky and ash
Eat slag and glowing embers
This poison will skin you alive
This sea of soot is blinding
These searing cinders melt your face
Inhale the deadly smoke wisps
It stings your insides like bees
I am the fire, I’ll take your soul
I am the charred lord deep in the hole
I am the devil, I burn your home
I am the demon that won’t leave you alone
Earth wants you for your soul
Water wants you for your soul
Air wants you for your soul
Fire wants you for your soul
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8. |
My Enemy
01:23
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My enemy
Watch the world flow through me
As I learn to be like them
Tearing down white houses
Mercenary Uncle Sam
Eat the poor
Loot the store
A call for war
You’re my enemy
Disregard this tempest
Boil all of us in Hell
Lining golden pockets
Throwing everyone in jail
Sea will rise
I’ll turn the tide
Blood will baptize
You, my enemy
All the liars
In the fire
We’ll die here
We’re tired
The flood comes
Drowning
No salvation
My enemy
The streets are razor wire
Our houses cluster bombs
All the men are dead now
Listen to the cries of their moms
Elections rigged
Kill a king
Tell me now
Who is my enemy
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9. |
Horton Heats a Who
02:20
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The Wild Rock*A*Teens are Starbenders who pray to Saint Pé
Monsoon causes Lowbanks floods across Concord America
Shepherds never get any Rrest in the Powder Room at The Palms
Spirit Children play Soulphonic Seagulls singing Shehehe oh yeah
Oh, whoa!
We’re Free Associates banking on Grand Vapidness
Oh, whoa!
East Atlanta tribal connection, man we have made a lot of friends
The Head of Zoners is getting Small Reactions from the Powerkompany
Hello Ocho to Jeffrey Butzer. We hope he is Muuy Biien
Sailing to Denver with our Chief Scout and A Drug Called Tradition
Cousin Dan says Hello Cobra, Ben Trickey has joined our Book Club
Oh, whoah!
Hankering for Cupcakes with Sara Rachele
Oh, whoah!
East Atlanta tribal connection, man we have made a lot of friends
Oh, whoah!
Fire my Jeremy Ray into The Vaginas of Tracer Metula
Oh, whoah!
East Atlanta tribal connection, man we have made a lot of friends
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10. |
Blood Bath & Beyonce
01:33
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11. |
Uncle Junior
01:15
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I’ve been gambling all my life
And I don’t care if you hurt my wife
You can stick me with that knife
And we can do this shit all night
I’ve got another business
It’s killing assholes like you
In South Boston we like to get down
Play the ponies and fight jabronies
Protection hustle with Irish muscle
We don’t give a shit about messing up your pretty face
In South Boston, we like to get down
We make the money, bring this town to one knee
Kill a loanshark, extort Fenway Park
The things I do, I could teach the devil lots of tricks
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Psych ward singer, well he’s a liar, baby
Psych ward singer, and I’m a liar too
Psych ward singer, he’s been to jail
Cause he’s a Criminal, and I’m a criminal
Have you ever walked with your savior?
I been around the world but I’ve never seen the likes of you
Where will you be during the rapture?
Now I’ve never claimed to be your saving grace, actually you’re done for
How can I wrap my head around God’s will?
I’ve dug a lot of graves in my day and one of them might be yours
I’ve traveled with the caravan of the holy
And I’ve looked into the eyes of the Lord and seen the slaughter of the weak
The culling of the lambs in the sacrifice of tomorrow’s gifts
These revelations have brought me the glory of suffering and the torment of eternal life
What’s the role of guardian angels?
I’ve seen men eat oysters in a dark room, if you catch what I’m throwing at ya
How do you live with the spirit?
I’ve thrown the boomerang of salvation, but it never came back to me
Do believe in baptism?
Have you ever seen a man drink and bathe in blood, it ain’t pretty
I have driven on the highway of redemption drinking the tears of the Holy Spirit
You are all casualties in the wreckage of sin, the sulfur drenched soul of the deceiver lives in the walls of this damnable place
I am the vessel of reprieve and will eat the sinew of your immortality
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illiterates Atlanta, Georgia
Loitering at the unholy junction of Southern Gothic, Jay Reatard’s Lost Sounds and Dungeons & Dragons, you’ll find scuzzy, lo-fi psych punks illiterates. Drawing inspiration from classic garage, Richard Hell, Devo-style New Wave, ’90s skate punk and more, the tightknit quartet constructs unique sonic worlds, luring listeners with refreshing weirdness even as it violently assaults their eardrums. ... more
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