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Billy Wilson
05:38
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Billy Wilson
Billy got up that morning and he
Popped another beer
Took a look at the trashed hotel room
Said: “Time to disappear”
Threw the bottle at the television
Took some pills just to keep his binge on
Billy carjacked a ’69 Charger
And he fled the town
Spat some blood through the drivers window
Turned up the sound
He took a leak at a police station
Now all the pigs are out to chase him on
Put the pedal to the metal Billy
Gotta step on the gas
Well if you can’t lose them pigs, Billy Wilson
Time to make a mess
Turn your car in an aggressive motion
Accelerate into a 5 cars explosion
("And there goes the Charger, being chased by the blue, blue meanies on wheels……The pigs numbers are getting closer, closer, closer to our soul hero, in his soul mobile… they about to strike… they gonna get him… smash him… rape him… the last beautiful free soul on this planet. Hey Billy, you out there?")
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Flicking The Syringe (Passive-Aggressive Tide)
Well I’m not optimistic, but I’m better than these motherfuckers.
Go ahead and contradict me, I guess no one loves one another.
I’m just quite tired of being sane.
Well I woke up this morning
Felt the sun and the breeze
And the birds are so happy
Screaming on the trees
And as I flick the syringe I wonder why…
It’s just a waste of time.
Follow intuitions, give me some morphine, goodbye, hello
I just had this vision, all good people are so shallow
I watched the fire, now I’m insane.
“The patient didn’t show any signs of improvement”,
said the doctor to his recorder,
as he took a sip of a twelve year old whiskey.
Better call it a night and wait a few days,
as to see if the clouds wouldn’t mind providing us with a little bit of sunshine.
“How are you feeling today?”
Moonlight swims
Mood swings
The phases of the moon
The scream of the loons
“How are you feeling today?”
Now I’m constipated, with all this emptiness that lives inside me.
You try to motivate me, while I go find a place for hiding.
I will fly higher, then lie in shame.
Well I woke up this morning
Kicked myself in the teeth
And I would be so happy
On a field with trees
And as I flick the syringe I tell my god
I wanna be your dog
This is my final verse now, but I don’t give a fuck about it.
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Cadavre Exquis
01:14
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Cadavre Exquis
Black trees and black birds, I'm lost...
in the woods or inside my head
Power
Inside, insight, decide
The light explodes
I light a torch and bend down to look closer,
A dead bird
Dab, bong, pipe, herb
Sabbath Doom
Dirty water dosen't matter
The flies in the jar.
Violence.
The dead bull.
Violence
Badproof Vest
Write shit on the wall
And it never ends.
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Mexican Standoff
09:47
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Mexican Standoff
I will stand alone
Two birds, one stone
Aim, bang bang, we’re done
Mind the setting sun. (….please)
Now, peace has been sold
Ecstasy of gold
Impasse in Mexico
Well…you have been told.
Goddamn!
You break arms as you shake hands
And all roads lead to dead ends
Eat some lead then you'll repent
Ruling over your dead friends
Use their blood to paint the sand
Shouldn’t had to come to this, man
But you both had to come and then
Mistrust my lust for power!
Settled in a Mexican (standoff) (4x)
You see…in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend…those with loaded guns and those who dig…You dig.
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Low Mantra Belo Horizonte, Brazil
Low Mantra is a Brazilian Heavy Psychedelic Rock band. Big heavy drums, down-tuned bass and guitars. Visceral vocals blended in polished harmonies. Synths bring the psychedelic ambiance and also a modern touch. All that with the unpredictability of a Melvins’ song. The result are absolutely authentic tracks, that embrace the artistic risks and that carry the exciting energy of a Tarantino movie. ... more
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