1. |
Film School
02:04
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You think you've got the hang
Flicking through the frames
Television brain
I think you clogged the drain
Ill write you a script
and we'll make a movie
and we'll make a film
at film school
Now your acting quiet
Quiet in your home
and you wanna hang your neck
you wanna hang from the cord of the phone
But you'll be alright
because we'll be making movies
We'll be making films
at film school
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2. |
Speeding Fine
02:12
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Speeding down the M1
Im Speeding fine
x2
I got a 127 and a 125
x2
I got a speeding fine
All the scum police can die
Victim of road is what am I
I don't want no speeding fine
Let me drive and live my life
Speeding down the M1
Im Speeding fine
x2
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3. |
F.T.P.O.
01:55
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Come on real close to me and live your life
I've got a whole lot of nothing to say but I might
just wanna see you dance
and watch you move
I wanna hold you down
and wanna catch your groove
Back it up move with me baby
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4. |
Interlude
01:02
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5. |
Nightmare / Fever Dream
02:22
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When you feel sick and pale boy
when the fevers creeping in
when the hairs stand up
and your squirming in the pool of sweat that your sleeping in
you see the man
and he's inside your mind
hes inside the cave of which he's mined
and in the mirror
the
light is dim
and he don't like the way that you look at him
the man will cry
the man will sigh
the man will cry
the man will sigh
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6. |
Organic Body
02:30
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Nighttime fins run into the sea
the night swimming fishies look at me
as the nighttime glowing sets me free
I'm sinking
I'm sinking now I'm so heavy
I've got chest on heart and heart on sleeve
because I'm a decomposing organic body
I'm a decomposing organic body
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7. |
The Mask
02:00
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Arguing
Prove your point
don't forget to cross reference it
Realise
theres no point
and you're a fake and your full of shit
you just wanna play charade
Because you're striding around on your white horse parade
you just wanna play charade
and you keep your mask off and keep spitting rubbish
and it makes me sick
x2
I don't do anything for you that sounds like deja vu
x2
you just wanna play charade
Because you're striding around on your white horse parade
you just wanna play charade
and you keep your mask off and keep spitting rubbish.
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8. |
Third Persian
03:29
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Into oblivion
White coat and turban
Dangerous surgeon
The lonely Persian
Hold me in the rain
Suffocate my brain
Im going insane
Relieve me of this pain
I don’t like the way you make me feel no more
I can’t believe it any more when you drop through your line I cannot do this anymore you're like the cold diamonds of my brain I can feel them
I can’t believe you’re still here you really make me sick I want you to know this
I cannot even think this horror of the earth
The Persian will resurface from the darkest depths of the end
Just for tonight I want your flesh to reside inside my bed for the night
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9. |
Creature
01:54
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Stir the creature in your mind
If he likes you you may die
He will leave you feeling high
he will leave unsatisfied
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10. |
The Surgeon
02:47
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I let the raindrops fill the sky
watch them slowly floating down behind
I let the raindrops fall from sky
pitter patter as they fall behind
Take your head
cave it in
wipe of that smug little grin
take your time
replicate
last minute making amends
take your money
feed it in
feed it to the government machine
My brains inside your brain
my eyes inside your eye
I wanna get into ya body
I wanna get in and cut it all out
When I look right through your eye
I can see the mountain I can see the sky
I wanna rip though your brain
and redirect the neurons a different way
I see the raindrops and they're falling down the sky
I see the raindrops but id never thought you'd have to die
Come home
real tired
Slap around your cheating wife
She's takes a hit
you pour a drink
her blood washes down the sink
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11. |
Déjà vu
02:15
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Deja Deja Vu
Nothings ever new
violets are blue
I wanna be with you
Blue like the blue sea
hopelessly joking
Count me in by three
will you be with me
Hanging from the edge
doom or fucking death
don't think I ever cared
because I never cared
I don't like to read
I know what I need
She likes everything
but she will never ring
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12. |
Yearnful Churning
02:27
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I learn
you teach
we're living in a simulation
own to
their each
your inside the playstation
yearnful churning
it mixes till you're sane
yearnful churning
it will lead you astray
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13. |
Pemanent Turban
03:30
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Cast
Straight into the oblivion of dainty white coated turban wearing surgeons that burn the lonely Persians
Waiting for their destiny of certain vermin such as films by baz Luhrmann
Learning nothing but exaggerated greed they heed the worship of anti cultural immersion
And discussing discerning practices for their next excursion
They are glued
To the system and all that structure that maintains the sanity of the weak minded vermin lurking at the bottom of the hierarchy churning out the much needed law eternie’s.
This is the concurrence
Of the permanent turban
Silk is etched into the skin of your scalp
Bleeding as your learning
From the yearnful churning
Know that you never win
But you insist
I can
Hear the sounds
Crawling creeping underground
The walls scream my name
The bleeding innocent
Beg for pain
Hold onto my hand until you die
See if I stay inside your mind
I can’t feel what my heart desires
Love is a feeling I despise
Decaying the birds will take your eyes
Withering corpse there your body lies
You can’t save free me from prison in my head
Leave me as soon I will be dead
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Persian Surgeon Southport, Australia
recording lofi punk tracks on my bedroom floor.
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