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Sleep Is Wrong
06:35
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Writhing in the old bliss
Never forget this
Reeling in the sweet grip
Never let this slip
Your eyes are yours to close
Never let go Sleep is wrong
‘Do not go gently into that good night
Rage against the dying of the light’
Your eyes are yours to close
Never let go Sleep is wrong
When I grow up I’m never gonna sleep
When I grow up I’m never gonna cry
When I go out I’m never coming home
When I grow up I’m never gonna die
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Ambugaton
05:38
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Ambugaton!
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3. |
Ablutions
06:12
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She folds her arms up nicely
lays them down upon the table
wipes her mouth off as she
tries to find another word for love
She hangs her skin up by the
window looks to see that all the
doors are open
then she sits alone and
wonders where you’ve gone.
I counted your lingering
I counted time between thunder
and lightening
I counted into silence, counted chickens,
counted sheep, counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7…
Upstairs she hears the space
between the words you never said
she licks the tiny stone she gave herself and
swallows all her worry.
Won’t you leave forever, won’t you leave
for good?
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Get in the pick-up truck, we’re goin’ for a ride
Come on man it’s a downhill slide
Remember the Dead Boys
Crawl in the back, we’re goin’ downtown
Come on bro, we can both fall down
Remember the Dead Boys
Got a big old cheap plastic bottle of gin
Nasty, but it’ll do you in
Got to keep on talkin’ so you don’t come to
What the hell, what the fuck is wrong with you
Midnight ride 1997, one two three
Motherfucker you’re goin’ down tonight
We’re takin’ you in. We’re takin’ you out.
Midnight ride one two three, come on
Tonight we’re gonna’ party like it’s 1997
I know you’re tearin’ shit up and you drunk
yourself wild. I been drinkin’ since I was a child.
Remember the Dead Boys
I know you out weigh me by fifty pounds
That won’t matter in a couple of rounds
If the cops get here first, you’re a dead man
You know I’m doin’ all I can
Sing along bro’ with the Dead Boys
and the New York Dolls you know we
like that noise Midnight ride….
Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1997
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5. |
The Miniature
01:04
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6. |
Powerless
09:32
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Let me give it all to the very small
thing that leaves me…powerless
I see my face from another time
from a day gone by (good-bye)
Arrogant and fast, a smile that
leaks onto the saddest things
I know I know then what I don’t know now
what I’ll never know again
Smaller now. Powerless.
Finding some shoes. Losing your feet.
Finding some food. Losing your teeth.
There was a time when the world was mine
Now it’s yours and I’m … powerless
I hear your voice from another time
from a day yet to come (here it comes)
Beautiful and slow, a tear that washes
through the gladdest things
Now I’ve forgotten how not to give it all
to the very small joy that leaves me in tears
and… closer now. Powerless…
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7. |
The Stain
06:46
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A man is digging in the delta
in the dark soil with his bare hands
To work the land for generations.
Is he a fool?
And I am working in my garden
to stem the tide of grass and weeds
with green machine and roto-tiller.
I break for lunch.
The man has planted all his seeds now.
His tired hands are black with oil.
Nothing grows. The man is thin and hungry
because he’s lazy.
The seeds are sprouting in my garden.
My soft white hands are stained with blood.
Again this year, I will reap the harvest
that I deserve
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Sleepytime sleepytime All your days
All your nights all your hours numbered
Follow the red line, the black line
the gray line… under
Smoking time TV time Medicine line
Snack line
Follow the blue line, the green line
the gray line… under
Spirit is a bone Bone is a tree
Tree is alive inside of me
Spirit is a bone Bone is a shape
Shape is thing Thing is awake
Spirit is a breath Breath is a flower
Flower is a tree Tree is a bomb
Spirit is a bomb
Second is a bomb Flower is a day
Tree is a year Bone is life
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9. |
Sunflower
07:52
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10. |
More Time
02:47
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Incomplete mind, a pearl in your mother
tongue, I hear you calling for more time
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11. |
Flinch
05:24
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I cannot sleep even I’m so tired
I cannot move even I’m so wired
I cannot flinch even I’m so scared
I cannot fight. I cannot just stand by
I cannot laugh. I cannot sit and cry.
I cannot look. I cannot turn away.
I can’t forget. I can’t remember the day.
I cannot sleep even I’m so tired
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12. |
Powerless (live)
09:42
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Let me give it all to the very small
thing that leaves me…powerless
I see my face from another time
from a day gone by (good-bye)
Arrogant and fast, a smile that
leaks onto the saddest things
I know I know then what I don’t know now
what I’ll never know again
Smaller now. Powerless.
Finding some shoes. Losing your feet.
Finding some food. Losing your teeth.
There was a time when the world was mine
Now it’s yours and I’m … powerless
I hear your voice from another time
from a day yet to come (here it comes)
Beautiful and slow, a tear that washes
through the gladdest things
Now I’ve forgotten how not to give it all
to the very small joy that leaves me in tears
and… closer now. Powerless…
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Sleepytime Gorilla Museum Oakland, California
Perhaps we can call them Avant-Prog Metal, or Grindcore Funk Theater, or in the words of one
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