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Ollà ollà.
The combo is back, it devastates the pavilion and enters with constant force...
Friction, let me feel the friction!
All of this can be depleting, yet when I hear this record, I revel in my excretions: the beautiful ones, the warm ones...
It begins by castrating the pig, then it's brought to the center of the square and from there the pieces of the slaughter are distributed to all present.
Rebecca has been tasked today to eat the phallus; then the procession moves towards the river. It skirts the bushes, the smell of hawthorn becomes penetrating, the path slithers like a longing tongue all the way to the water.
Our hands, stained with blood from the meal, dye the river's current red.
Rebecca unfastens her braids, there are still two red streams running down her mouth, she hasn't cleaned herself after the meal, she stands in the middle of the stream and raises her arms... she begins to sing:
"Come, come lambs to the baptism..." The elders take the younger ones by the hand, and gradually they immerse; the splashes rise and the cool of the waves contrast with the warmth left on their hands, after the cutting of the meat.
Four hours later, in the village further south, a woman hanging sheets, white against the sun, saw many small backs floating downstream, carried by the river's infinite and unchanging motion.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Thumb (04:43)
You don't seem to understand the deal
I don't give two shits on how you feel
You're burned by my lighter
You've been burned by my lighter
And my lighter is held down by my thumb
Living in thought so (2x)
You're living in thought so
You tried to turn me off
But you couldn't even turn me down
As I said, then I told you were living in hell
You're on desert ground (you're on desert ground)
And now you've found (now you've found)
Mouth open and kneelin'
Your sister caught in this well
You're living in thought so (3x)
02 Green Machine (03:40)
I've got a war inside my head
It's got to set your soul free
I've got a wheel inside my head
A wheel of understanding
I'm a loadin', loadin' my war machine
I'm contributing to the system, the break down scheme
I'm a shuttin' down, I'm shuttin' down your greed for green
I am here to gun it down, I gotta do
I see pretty flowers at my feet
Cool breeze, clean air, hospitality
Pretty please, pretty please, pretty please
Get the hell away from me
I'm a loadin', loadin' my war machine
I'm contributing to the system, the break down scheme
I'm a shuttin' down, I'm shuttin' down your greed for green
I am here to gun it down, I gotta do
I've got a war inside my head
It's got to set your soul free
I've got a wheel inside my head
A wheel of understanding
I'm a loadin', loadin' my war machine
I'm contributing to the system, the break down scheme
I'm a shuttin' down, I'm shuttin' down your greed for green baby
I am here to gun it down, I gotta do
04 50 Million Year Trip (Downside Up) (05:54)
I am drinkin'
I am rollin'
(you can't stop me)
I am hidin'
I am runnin'
(you can't stop me)
But I'll never forget you anyway
But I'll never forget you anyway
But I'll never forget you anyway
But I'll never forget you
I am drinkin'
I am rollin'
(you can't stop me)
I am runnin'
I am rollin'
(you can't stop me)
But I'll never forget you anyway
But I'll never forget you anyway
But I'll never forget you anyway
But I'll never forget you
See our family to realize
As it's running down today
I love the city love the day
No fool for you
In this I am
I'm never gonna run about
05 Thong Song (03:49)
I don't need a seance
I don't read grey lines
I signed it away
way long
I hate, slow songs
whoa yeah,
I don't even care
whoa yeah,
I go over there
my hair is,
real long
no brains
or braun
no shoes
just thongs,
I hate, slow songs
whoa yeah,
you cry like I care
whoa yeah,
buck naked and there...
hooray for, hooray for you
hooray for, hooray for you
hooray for, hooray for you
hooray for, hooray for you
hooray for, hooray for you
hooray for, hooray for you
08 Freedom Run (07:39)
No break through, I'll steal for you
I need ya, and there's nothin' you can do, yeah
Walked million miles of desert sun
To grasp the chance, that I'll be gone
Be one with you, yeah
Freedom run (3x)
Well I'll break through
Will I steal for you?
Well I need ya, and there's nothin' you can do, yeah
No fun could last, well I hope you last
You're in my grasp, well no cure, yeah
Freedom run (4x)
10 Writhe (03:44)
Everyone seems to be servin' for satan
Guess I will too
What a joke, you make me laugh
'Till I turn blue
Everyone's hair is out to there
What a manly lookin' crew
I don't think I'll tease my hair
I'd rather sit here teasing you
Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and in come one and hundred more
I seem to lost my cowboy boots
With green fringe runnin' down the side
My soul machine has made me green
'Cause my jeans didn't turn out tight
And all these ruins I turn for you
Ya keep my livin' alive
Your smile overweighs the miles
And your kiss makes it worth the ride
Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and in come one and hundred more
12 Allen's Wrench (02:46)
Your subdivision has been plastic emotion.
It's all you get [x4]
Allen's wrench,
it's all you get
always there. (Man, you better than ever).
Just a like the tension, magic mother potion...
Breathe up, man, Allen's wrench.
Break soon, take, try Allen's wrench...
13 Mondo Generator (06:17)
Who's gonna take you there?
Who's gonna tell you that?
You're such a good way back
Long way away, away from here
What's the difference?
What do you do? Mondo generator
Well, I try to cross the edge
Well, who, who can find me there?
I want to find you there
I'm never coming
Who was the tragic fool?
What's wrong with my head?
You try to match it without a hope in hell
You're such a fool
I cannot take you there
What does it take?
Every time I knew you
You try to, I can't hear you there
There's something there
You try to match it without a hope in hell
You fucking fool
What fucking difference does it make?
There's nothing left but what goes up (4x)
I gotta do something or
What will happen there might...fuck
When you look back you
Gotta a long way to go there (there)
What the fucking hell is going on?
I tried more and more
I gotta give
Get back, you gotta give
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