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Woken from disrupted sleep I saw the flickering light through the trees.
Gypsy sounds enticing me, I left the safety of my shelter.
I entered the forest and before too long, mine eyes beheld forbidden things.
Fairy wings and fiery rings that spin and captivate.
Milky bodies undulate, sultry sisters tribadate.
Honoring their goddesses with carnal pleasures, they toasted with goblets filled with unknown nectars.
Sirens in the night. Secrets of the tribe. Mortals never know what goes on at those…
Hypnotized by the sight I stepped out into the fire light. They turned to me with angry eyes. They bared their fangs and then with raised hands they charged the sky.
I turned to run but it was too late, they tied me up and burnt me at the stake, punishment for my mistake.
Now let this be a lesson to you, don’t ever try to taste that fruit, you don’t belong, so heed the words of this song.
Sirens in the night. Secrets of the tribe. Mortals never know what goes on at those…
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Impostors
04:13
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Home from the office it’s a quarter past nine, just gimme cold dinner and a bottle of wine, I’m not feeling like myself and it’s frightening me.
Off with my coat hit the lights in the parlor, at the sight that confronts me I recoil in horror, twenty-five revelers garishly grinnin at me…
With great bulging eyes they’re all shouting surprise! I’ve shrunk in the corner bereft traumatized, the voice in my head screaming this can’t be happening to me.
Each glaring face seems strangely familiar, on closer inspection they seem quite peculiar, although they are strangers they all clearly recognize me.
Impostors, impostors.
Racing down, headfirst into madness.
Trapped in a web of terror and sadness.
Don’t you remember your father? Your brother? You honestly don’t recognize your own mother? We’re not impostors you can’t really think that that’s true?
Beset by impostors with nowhere to run please pull me out of this nightmare before it’s too late.
Put me in an institution prolonged confinement is your solution. If I am going crazy, well then you’re all coming too.
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Hindenburger
03:16
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Climb yourself onto the grill. Drop a line down to the wife and kids. Dip a toe then slip inside the perfect medium rare. Grab the hose inflate the buns and float away in the Hindenburger.
There’s no telling how far you'll float, the sights you'll see or the flavors you'll smell, or the gods you’ll invoke. In the glamour of our time watch that hindenburger glide, it’s a cowship flying high. Meat balloon.
Nothing could be more savory than this red slab of life lofting in the sky. The wee bastards in back for lack of a snack start to chew away. When their thirty-third bite breached the hull well the beef parade fell away.
There’s no telling how far you’ll float, the sights you’ll see or the flavors you’ll smell, or the gods you’ll invoke. It’s the glamour of our time watch that hindenburger glide, it’s a cowship flying high. Beef Zeppelin.
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Word of the Day
03:09
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Throwing stones through windows. An easy fix for some fresh air. Both sides assembled, forced to steal or either forced to share.
So you want to buck the system? Well which system do you want to buck? A system of equations? A system of beliefs? A system I don’t give a fuck.
Not so pleased with the word of the day.
Rooting for your home team, it doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong. Course you’ve gotta Have It Your Way®, even though you drew the shortest straw.
Now you claim to be the victim of this system that you put in place. A system of coercion, a system of defeat, it’s all exploding in your face.
Not so pleased with the word of the day, are ya?
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Oops, I'm Going to Hell
04:28
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At Sunday school, we should’ve paid more attention.
We broke some rules. so we’ll prepare for the rapture.
But I got us a plan: we’ll load the truck and drive upstate.
I know of a place where we can watch the kingdom fall.
F5’s of fire. Death, chaos, cataclysm.
Your power revealed, a revelation, oh…I get it now.
My last desperate stand, I’ll build a raft and float away.
On my final day, no doubt you’ve forsaken me.
Lead me not to temptation for I can find it myself.
Ain’t got no need for redemption
Cuz there’s no strangers in hell.
At least I’ll be with everyone I know.
Least I’ll be with everyone I know.
Let god be praised, his finest work has yet to come.
Some may be saved, the others will perish in flames.
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Well, I want to throw some broken fridges off of cliffs in western West Virginia. Get in a knife fight with a trilobite from Utah. Shoot some kinky robot porn in California. They say us folks from Jersey are always in such a hurry but I know, ya’ll slow, lord I know, too damn slow. Move.
Win a blue ribbon in the Great Alaskan Musket Fuck.
Hold my blood-stained hands up to an Ohio sunrise. Cram some candied yams into the Grand Canyon. The final showdown with Rui Gustavo will claim the right to distribute the dook. Scat. Poop.
Win a blue ribbon in the Great Alaskan Musket Fuck.
Pull the wool down over your eyes. Gonna feed you nothing but eyes that we got from some guys in your backyard. Dig up your Grandma and do the Twist under the Mississippi moonlight. Let’s hope we’ll never have to go to Florida.
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Douche Canoe
05:06
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Me first, you last! Big cheese fat cat! Head of the class warfare!
We’ll start the day with a triple mocha latte; wash it down with maple bacon.
Now get out of my way, I got some dragons to slay, I’m a rocket aimed at the future.
My smart phone is too slow how am I supposed to surf the web while I drive?
The impositions I put others in, I find it oddly vindicating.
I’m living the dream…
Me first, you last! Big cheese fat cat! Head of the class warfare!
Buying and selling vapor, it’s beyond hard labor. The view from the top of the ladder.
Now don’t complain about the ways that I am so much better. It’s just the law of the jungle.
My French fries are too dry why can’t they make my shitty food the way I like?
I play the game; make a name, maybe one day procreate then become an immortal.
I’m living the dream…
Me first, you last! Big cheese fat cat! Head of the class warfare!
Gotta get those green, green goodies.
Never gonna rest, gotta stack that booty.
With my heel on your skull, I am still never full.
Gotta get those green, green goodies.
Never gonna rest, gotta stack that booty.
With my heel on your skull, I am still never full.
You are the serfs and I am The Lord!
Me first, you last! Big cheese fat cat! Head of the class warfare!
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Dinosaurs
05:38
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The sun doesn’t smile down on us anymore.
Replaced by a haze, a violet miasma.
I spoke to a soothsayer at the cross in the road.
He foreboded disasters. A reversal of poles.
The decision was made to evacuate this zone.
I guess we’re gonna see if there’s any marrow left in these old bones.
I just don’t care to walk away, it is all I know.
A carefully protracted song, it is all I know, it’s all I’ve ever known.
And I’ve been dragging my feet for way too long.
An omen, it was a scream of the child-faced crow.
From a portal above me, down fell a rope.
I climbed to a new stage. A delusion of hope.
A party for the ages. Faux rewards for boredom.
And to all the nice people that I’ve met along the way:
Goodbye, and thanks for all the dreadfully pleasant days.
I just don’t care to walk away, it’s all I know.
A carefully protracted song, it’s all I know, it’s all I’ve ever known.
And I’ve been dragging my feet for way too long.
Bleed that last drop from the stone.
Extracted from the bones.
Ropes have such good memories.
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Pinocchio
04:36
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The shortest of men with malice and spite
Builds his masterpiece working only at night
Awake thy child, Creation of hate
Fanfare in the town square, the most suitable bait
Holding the whole world’s attention
Caught by the marvelous glow
Revealing his true intentions
The father makes it known
The man with his bullhorn shouts the orders to maul
On the shoulder of a giant, standing fifty feet tall
Fingers like bear traps play piano on the land
Devouring the ones the maker cannot stand
Shaking the land with each step
Pounding the earth 'til it quakes
Herding the flock in the field
Squeezing the life out of all
Fire engulfing every spot left to stand as his sinister laughter floats through the air. There's no place to hide from the blaze of his eyes but if you run out of sight you just might survive.
How does it feel when the monster consumes you?
What is revealed when their children exhume you?
Beware the babes you trample down
For vengeance is bitter sweet
Your tongues have had their fun
Now your lives will end in defeat
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Murder Club
06:31
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The table is set for our guests, an evening they’ll never forget.
A party of nine has arrived for a chance to be part of the crime.
Before you take your seats, will you please sign this release?
Once you finish your meals please reconvene in the lounge for drinks.
Now let’s cover the rules, the designated killer’s one of you, so find out who it is or you’ll all meet your doom.
Just then the room went black.
Sanity’s turned its back on them.
The smell of iron is in the air.
The door is locked. From a secret opening sinister events now unfold.
When the lights come back on it is revealed that foul play has occurred.
The maid is a bloody mess, splayed out on the floor with a knife jammed in her chest.
They split up into groups of two, exploring all the rooms.
A sickening sound, the doctor is found with a battle axe lodged in his head.
The jeweler is next; he breaks his neck in the lobby when the chandelier falls, then Mrs. Flock is fed to a crocodile.
If you were to stop and think about dying
To not want exciting, you’d have to be lying
The dues you must pay are paid with your blood
That’s the price to join the Murder Club
Was it the butler again?
And they all died horribly in the end.
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