•
Rating: Never would I have thought that someone could put the purest hysteria to music.
That someone could condense into a CD the torments of those who have lost control of themselves. And that someone could have control over the lack of control. The Daughters have done it. Their spastic sound completely rejects any constraint imposed by musical canons and frays, stretches, contorts under spasms of apparent uncontrollability.
It unties without human logic only to recombine in a way never conceived before. The journey begins brutally. One is assaulted by the shrill screams of a madman in the throes of furious rage; but in his eyes, there is a glimpse, and one realizes that beneath his mask of lost sanity lies a slick psychological violence, which is far from uncontrolled. And he spits in our face, full of lust, disconnected words, a mirror of a perverse mind.
"If I cut off your arms and legs and wrap you in some fucked-up cocoon, would you still look at me and say" you can't catch what you can't see"? Well I caught you
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Fur Beach (00:38)
all those malcontent dismissing nature's process :
please slit your own throats.
someone needs to drop a giant fucking "L" on this city
and hero pressing those tiny adorable digits to the sky.
the lonely beekeeper fucked by his own hive.
02 Jones From Indiana (01:04)
the "product" we refer to is well equipped
in the service abilities of your common woman.
though in our opinion (any many others)
we have manufactured her to be far surperior
to that of any "common" woman.
there are of course risks to be taken,
though we rarely recieve complaints from our clients.
(that unreadable fine print)
defective product
has been known to wreak havoc upon small villages and town folk.
(make that sweet green philiosophical love)
just sign here, initial here, then sign here, here, and here.
(your signature waives responsibility from jones inc.
we apologize for any inconvenience)
tweleve months later...
client: she's falling apart and she killed my dog.
sales representative: (silence)
client: you know that once she swan in beauty?
sales representative: that's true.
client: well, where did it go?
03 I Slept With the Daughters and All I Got Was This Lousy Song Written About Me (01:11)
spread your thighs like a cancer let me see what's inside.
your pale body has that graveyard charm.
those desperate looks have got me diggin so deep.
i bury my head in the crown pushes please, please.
she's the maid in the masquerade.
i'm the employee asleep at the factory.
10 The Ghost With the Most (01:53)
we held down miles of my own vomit just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.
(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or maybe someone did to much)
complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve.
let's see the look on your face when i make it work.
if every woman was a continent, i would be napoleon.
yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate.
i want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips.
i'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes, the k-9 nose in your crotch.
i want to watch you undress through the key hole.
you make me cum like never before.
blah blah blah blah
Loading comments slowly
