1. |
Chattering
02:04
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Chattering, chattering
That mouthwork that you do
Chattering, chattering
That mouthwork that you do
Sends the teeth a-scattering
That mouthwork that you do
Everybody's chattering
That mouthwork that you do
Well I have got it down now
I have got it down now
I can move that muscle in
That muscle in my mouth now
Chattering, chattering
That mouthwork that you do
Everybody's chattering
That mouthwork that you do
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2. |
Throat
02:18
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I don't wanna
Open up but
There it is...
Something stuck
There it is...
Something stuck
I don't wanna
Cought it up but
There it is...
Something stuck
There it is...
Something stuck
Not here, not there
I don't know, I don't care
I'm twisting, I'm turning inside
Not here, not there
Don't really know where
To put all of these things in my mind
Cut the tongue
Crumple up
Cut the tongue
And then ya make it stop
Bottom of the throat, aw yeah
Cut the tongue
Crumple up
Cut the tongue
And make it stop
Bottom of the throat, aw yeah
Not here, not there
Don't know, don't care
Twisting, turning inside
Not here, not there
Don't really know where
Worming, I'm squirming inside
Bottom of the throat
Bottom of the throat
Bottom of the throat, aw yeah
Bottom of the throat
Bottom of the throat
Bottom of the throat, aw yeah
Yeah
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3. |
Crooked Skink
02:43
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That was quite a mighty fall
Here ya are now, full-formed
Fully-formed but paralyzed
With your big ol' blinkin' terror eyes
Now you learn to walk the walk
Now you learn to talk the talk
You learn to start, you learn to stop, yeah
You learn to start, you learn to stop...
Blues is gonna up and die
Rhythm too, just up and die
Boogie woogie, up and die
So are you and so am I...
But it's alright, now it's alright
(Is it? Is it? isn't it?)
It's alright now, it's alright
(Is it? Is it? Isn't it?)
It's alright now, it's alright
(Is it? Is it? Isn't it?)
It's alright now, it's alright!
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4. |
Love
02:55
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How can there be hate when, when all I feel is love?
Strip it all away and then, oh, all you'll see is love
What to do with it, oh all this stupid, this stupid love?
I guess I'm stuck with it oh all this foolish, foolish love
Well hold on...
Walked along the street to where they said you hung around
Never seen your face but then I should know you anyhow
Kept me on my feet, oh yeah they said you get around
Always out of reach but then you are never very far
And I might not know just what I want
And I might not know just what I need
And I just might be a major chump
Or just a little bit, bit naive
But I never-ever-ever heard the word for it
Never ever knew that it had a name
Never really knew what to do with it
And no one ever did, ever did explain
How can there be hate when all I feel is love and joy?
Strip it all away and then, all you'll see is love, oh boy
But what to do, oh what to do, with this stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
What to do, what to do, with this stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid?
La da da da da...
Da da da da da...
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5. |
Defunkt
02:08
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I am defunkt
I'm deficient, number one,
Number two, I'm tangled up
Like a wire in a ball
Number three, look at me
Number three, you can see
But number four you'd better never ask again!
Oh number four you shoulda never asked of me!
Oh not of me
Cuz
Cuz
Cuz
Here is a man who carries roses in his hands
And all the poses that he uses are for me
Yes they're for me
Oh all for me
Yes they're for me
And
And
And
When that moment comes, when you're sitting in the sun
You'll feel that shiver down your spine
And that is me
Yeah that is me
Oh that is me
Yes that is me
Oh that is me
Yes that is me
Oh that is me
Yes that is me
Defunkt
Yep, defunkt
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6. |
Spectre
04:52
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How alert do I need to be for this?
Can I lay me down? Can I just sleep it off?
I hear voices, I feel the tug
All these things that talk to me
I just sit and listen in
I just sit and bide my time
Count my way to three
I'm gonna shake it off
I'm gonna break away
I hear whispers
I feel the breathing in
I caught a glimpse of
Something slinking in
Oh something shifted
It's got a grip on me
I hear the whispers
I hear the breathing in
Yeah, in...
In, in, in, in...
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7. |
Blood
02:07
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It was a muddy kind of night
The kind to thicken up your blood
Smothering in skin
I was not doing very good
I had an axe to grind
Somewhere and on something
Don't hit me over the head with this
Don't hit me over the head with that
It was a muddy kind of night
And I was buried to my neck
Choking up on sand
And I was fighting for my breath
I have a bone to pick with you
Bone to pick with you
I have a bone to pick
Don't hit me over the head with that
Don't hit me over the head with this
I wasn't feeling very good
I wasn't feeling very good
I wasn't feeling very good
I wasn't feeling very good
Don't hit me over the head with this
Don't hit me over the head with that
Don't hit me over the head with this
Don't me over don't hit me over
Don't me over don't hit me over
Don't hit me over the head with this
Don't hit me over the head with that
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8. |
HVNSNT
02:21
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Once I saw the Devil hiding
In the corner of your eye
Wrote him off as just another,
As just another living thing,
Cuz everything is heaven-sent and
Everything is heavenly
Came in here with open hands yeah
I was smiling like a child
Checked myself for thirty years and
No one ever did me wrong
No one ever did me wrong and
I can't complain about a thing
Cuz everything is heaven-sent and
Everything is heavenly
Everything is heaven-sent and
Everything is heavenly
Apple of my earthly eye, oh yeah I
Taste your skin, I taste your core, oh yeah I
Taste that bastard wriggling
In the corner of your jaw,
Can't complain about a thing no
I can't complain about a thing
Cuz everything is heaven-sent and
Everything is heavenly
Everything is heaven-sent and
Everything's heavenly
Everything is heavenly
Everything's heavenly
Everything's heavenly I said
Everyhting heavenly!
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loud spit guitar
Tariq Khan
Matt Wingert
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