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Mr. Bungle
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California
Sweet Charity Save me The heavens have opened The storm is over So let's start the parade...
Raindrops Will turn to laughter Forever after In your technicolor heartbeat And they say That it helps you forget everything...
Sweet charity
You drink your poison from a cup of gold Your gift keeps on giving and giving
Perfect photographs Of Everest days And postcard nights Tearing through the paper walls of time
With sunset eyes Telethons, Grand Canyon hearts You numb your mind With gloves of white and turpentine Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!
Sweet charity
Save me The heavens have opened And I'm alone Sweet charity
Save me The heavens have opened I'm coming home Sweet charity
Save me The asylums have opened I'm coming home Sweet charity
I'm home free...
None Of Them Knew They Were Robots
Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
With omega point in the sight The new Franklins fly their kites And the post modern empire is ended tonight
From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud Reductionism and the beast Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you From this world without a trace Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping malls Gasoline trees and walk-through walls
None of them knew...
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth Try to hide from the lies as they all come true
Deus absconditus Deus nullus deus nisi deus
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man
None of them knew they were robots
Buying an X or an O In state craft tic tac toe Cats game for Joe Blow
Post industrial bliss A binary hug or kiss Can be wrung from utility mist
They stole the great arcanum The secret fire Moloch found his gold For the new empire Once again The necrophage becomes saint
Lindy hop around the truth Jump back wolf pack attack Slap back white shark attack Swingin' up there in the noose Jump back wolf pack attack Slap back white shark attack
Phased array diffraction nets From full-wall paint-on TV sets Migratory home sublets And time shared diamond fiber sets
Recombinant logos keys Bitic Qabalistic trees
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud The resurrection of the deceased Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the builders Of the body of the beast
Retrovertigo
Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess And a cynic at best My art imitates crime Paid for by The allies So invest
Now I'm finding truth is a ruin Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing Staring into glassy eyes Mesmerized There's a vintage thirst returning But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing Every famine virtual Retrovertigo
A tribute to false memories With conviction Cheap imitation Is it fashion or disease? Post-ironic Remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights To your blight And you'll eat
See the vintage robot wearied Then awakened by revision theories Every famine virtual Retrovertigo
The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
Inside of me today There is no one Only asteroids and empty space A waste
...They're looking through the windows at me...
Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare Rots your brain just like a catchy tune You will hate life more than life hates you
Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare
...Burn all your mementos of me...
Walkin' on air Up from the wheelchair I'll find the suicide That I deserve
Walkin' on sand Forgotten where I am But it's so comfortable Here in the sun...
I only see rainbows Now that the bandages are gone Through my window, there
From the skyscrapers Down to the submarines
Birds and fairies Sanctuaries Atop the rolling hills of hell
These words are sledgehammers Of truth That pound the iron heart Of sin
Bloody smiling Vandalizing My wet dream is drying up...
Where's my rainbow? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Where's my halo?
There's my halo!
Ars Moriendi
He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind 'In extremis'
He who leaps across the precipice He who steals pearls from the ashes 'Ride si sapis'
'Ave atque vale'
I shall rise again Bardo of the flesh
So feast on me All my bones are laughing As you're dancing on my grave
'Ave atque vale'
Pink Cigarette
Hush me, touch me Perfume, the wind and the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets
I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got on my face Cognac and broken glass All these years I've been your ashtray
Not today
I found a pink cigarette On the bed the day that you left And how can I forget that your lips were there Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything But me
Hush me, touch me Champagne, your hair in the breeze Hush me, touch me Lipstick, a slap on my cheek
Your eyes cried at last Told me everything I was afraid to ask Now I'm dressed in white And you've burned me for the last time
This ain't the last tine
You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette...
There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead There's 1 more hour and then you will find me dead There's just.....................
Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy
Golem II: the self-perfecting Lie-rejecting Human mind correcting
Totem of the living Self-organized, wrought from the clay Our king by night, our slave by the day
Giga-giga-gilgamesh
What do you know? Watch the human life show OK let's go
O my double He can pop your bubble That means trouble
Stronger than a lion Golem II: the bionic paper boy
Self-perfecting World-inspecting Lie-detecting
Our instructions His induction Big production
Golem II: the bionic puppet boy
Giga-gilgamesh Gigagigagigagiga Beast of burden
Spirit lifting Master of shape-shifting Seamless drifting
Shining spotlight Screaming mobs and stage fright You get it right
Building a new zion Golem II: the bionic vapour boy
War-directing Mind-inspecting Man-correcting
Our instructions His induction Big production
Golem II: the bionic vapour boy
The Holy Filament
In fiber optic illusion The flickering eyes By flourescent lights Supplicate before machines, Self-reflecting
The legend of modernity: The phosphenes explode God's eternal strobe Through the holy filament, Graven image
Vanity Fair
You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face
In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
Even your shadow worships you In your jungle solitude
With the orgies of the sacrament And the seal of flagellants
God saves those who save their skin From the bondage that we're in
I'm elated I could cut you And remove the sheath of your ignorance
Bless the eunuch And the Skoptsi Will you hurt me now and make a million?
Say cheese, baby We all love you But it's a cheap world and you don't exist...
Slit the fabric of the right now Spread your legs and wear the crown
Tell me how long, lord, how long? Till I get my beauty sleep?
Now the hourglass is empty The moment of my de-sexing
Cut it Cut it Cut this cancer from my soul
Now that I've made it...
I'm finally naked...
Goodbye Sober Day
Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer?
Goodbye sober day
Hello milky way...
Pin my ear to the wisdom post Hang me up and drain me dry Mend my shipwrecked spirit Lift the veil from my eyes
Goodbye sober day The years grew wings and flew away
Ghosts of the past become barbarians Of the future... And I still pity you Because what you said was true
Goodbye sober day Hello milky way...
May your sun be blown out like a candle May your sea burn like tar May your sky be rolled up like a scroll May your blue moon drip with blood
What would they say If you went up in smoke? If I dug you up And made soup of your bones?
Goodbye sober day
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