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Dino Sore
05:57
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Dinosaur, skeletons in the closet
Dinosaur, bones beneath the skin and
Dinosaur, digging them out of the head
And oh how they ache when storms are approaching
Nervously creaking with dread
Dreams are getting stranger in the hibernation chamber again...
Dinosaur, natural selection
Dinosaur, natural disaster
Dinosaur, bone excavations
Uncover, discover, disturb history
My paleontology
Can see the years of compression changing the composition of me
Can see the frankenstein statues of stone out of fractured old dreams...
Dinosaur, sad sunken sockets
Dinosaur, wishing we could forget
Dinosaur, eyes in my pocket
Fixed, undivided and afraid to blink
Pull me from petrified clays
And don't you let me go like the dinosaur bones extinct
Fossilized and rendered in time obsolete....
Dreams are getting stranger in the hibernation chamber again
Dreams are getting stranger, wondering what kind of danger I am in
Cold blooded host, for the reptile ghost within
Time sure flies in the hungry realm of subterranean...
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Live Fast, Die Slow...
04:46
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The best years in a life
Dranken up in a night
Swallowed with pride now they gone
Tasted like rain
Coming down from blue skies
When there's a will, there's a rainbow
And the blink of an eye's
The best kind of goodbye
And always the kind that I've chose
The best years in a life
Dranken up in one night
Sun's rising now it's time to go
And I've chosen to go on alone
Chose to live fast and die slow
Could it have been different?
Now I'll never know
When there's a theres a rainbow...
Well the last thing she said
As she ran from the bed
I hope that you die in good shoes
Because a man such as you
He is sure destined to
Be a lone ghost of old walking blues
But all a cold severed soul can hope
Is if there's a wall there's a window
And if a cold wind blows there must be somewhere warm to go
When there's a will there's a rainbow...
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Like shoes on telephone wires
That kind of blues
When life is on fire
Like leftover food, all soggy with water
and a bent plastic spoon in the rain of the gutter
You’ve extended you hands they were treated like hand grenades
Threw them up in the air and hung there like shoes on telephone wires
Sweet wisdom tooth, in the jaws of the pliers
Just wasn’t room, back behind, in the the mouth, of a mind of a lover
Wishes had bloomed, only for a week, or two
Then down the street how you blew, just like yesterdays news, and who were you trying to fool
All the maps and the plans they were greeted with razorblades
Threw them up in the air and confetti rained blue prints on you
So you curse to the empty air, just couldn’t stop it,
Breath of a dragon with asthmatic coughing fits, burning and true
…and happiness, once again
Flickered for the camera lens
The negative images
Process in loneliest dark room
Picture of old discarded
Shoes on telephone wires
That kind of blues
When life is on fire
You’ve extended you hands they were treated like hand grenades
Gave up your footsteps to one who had ran away, so afraid of you...
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I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead
I’m walking around and nobody can see me because
I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead
I would tell you all about it but nobody can hear me
Has it been a million years? Has it only been a minute?
What’s the difference when your dead, and frozen in the infinite
I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m really fucking dead this time
Still waiting to unwind, and take a load off
All this dead weight that I’ve been waiting to show off
But there’s no one to show, not above or below
And i know, I know because I’m dead!
From Wikipedia:
“Cotard delusion is a rare mental illness in which the affected person holds the delusional belief that they are already dead, do not exist, are putrefying, or have lost their blood or internal organs.”
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Bigger Than The Beetles
03:55
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This morning was a whisper
Right outside my window
My mind told me to wake up
My heart told me to go
The days are getting shorter
And they're going a whole lot slower
And some days are made of water
And some days are made of fire
And they'll burn your fucking house down
Sometimes life is like a house...
Life is getting shorter
And my words are getting slower
I'll think through the things I'm saying
Because some words are made of fire
And they'll burn your fucking house down
Sometimes life is like a house...
This morning was a whisper
Right outside my window
My mind told me to wake up
My heart told me to go
My thoughts are getting bigger
And the world is getting smaller
But it's still bigger than the beetles
Crawling all over my shoulders
Life is like a haunted house
My life is like a haunted house...
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Flavorless Feeding
03:37
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I'm living on arts and crafts
I'm soaking in an ice age bath
There's a wholly mammoth in my living room
And extinction always comes so soon
Due time for me to have some fun
Might have to burn a little bit of house down
Due time for me to get my bread
Flavorless feeding, sick in the head
Flavorless feeding, sick in the head
Emptiness, bottomless, leave me for dead
Before I grow up to be a monger of flesh
Flavorless feeding, sick in the headache
Due time for me to have some fun
Might have to burn a little bit of house down
Due time for me to get my bread
Set me free I'm stuck in the head
Chainsaw-brain-jawbone, I clench
Step right up and loose your hands
Feed me, feed me, feed me again
Or feed me a bullet to clear the head
Due time for me to have some fun
Might have to burn a little bit of house down
Due time for me to get my bread
Flavorless feeding, sick in the head
So... maybe I don't care
Sow shut my eyes
Lay me to bead
I'm living on arts and crafts
I'm soaking in an ice age bath
There's a wholly mammoth in my living room
And extinction always comes so soon
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7. |
Crawl Out My Eyes
03:47
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Stranger in the night, afraid of the sunlight
Get out of my head, crawl out of my eyes
Stranger in my mind, you made it this far
Overdoses, burnt down houses, and crashed cars
Stranger in my head, get out of my head
I'll be your replacement, and I'm leaving you for dead
You never believed a word I said
You don't want to see, me living
You only see me as you see yourself
Blind and broke and you only wanted to help
Why can't you be more like me?
What are you keeping from me?
Stranger in the night, afraid of the sunlight
Get out of my head, crawl out of my eyes
Stranger inside, chained up to a tongue-tied
Insane from a lifetime, afraid of the outside
You'll never be relieved until I die
You only believe in your lies
You only see me as you see yourself
Blind and broke and you only wanted to help
Why can't you be more like me?
What are you keeping from me?
Stranger in the night, afraid of the sunlight
Get out of my head, crawl out of my eyes...
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Caro Vorus Jardin
06:37
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Beauty is a creature...
Exotic, alien...
To these carnivorous gardens...
Don't disturb the beast while he dreams of metamorphosis...
Why do they torture him so...
...
Scavengers are circling shadows over hiding, seeking, predators blending into their surroundings.
Don't disturb the beast while he sleeps the cruel winters away.
Insectile hopes and dreams, from a cocoon inside a cave.
Release the past life memories into the breeze, even the trees need something to breathe, and when the beast wakes up to an empty cup, a whole lot of belly to feed, and when the crops outside have withered and died, all that survives are the roaches and the flies.
They'll wish him better luck next time...
And I'll say "Thanks, your all so kind..."
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Medicine Chest
03:57
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Open up a toolbox, medicinal chest
Got a drill, got a hammer, got a shovel got a pick
Got my temples in a vice, lets to the twist
Twist and turn, press, press press
I do no want this any longer
Medicine chest, getting stronger
My tower keeps on getting taller
How did I get so high?
How'd I get so small?
Open up a toolbox medicinal chest
Don't get sidetracked, leave the future in a mess
Got the moment so sick that I'm dying to fix it.
Pick, pick, pick, and dig dog dig
I know I said I could not carry on this way
But I just couldn't resist it
Too young to die, too old to live like this
And I'm dying to fix it
I do no want this any longer
Medicine chest, getting stronger
I know I said I could not carry on this way
How did I get so high?
How'd I get so small?
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10. |
Mechanical Carcass
02:24
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I see a funnel, a big black hole, at the bottom of the pyramid scheme
Them fiends got the hunger to feed on the other but they ain't gonna feed on me
I may be sick of myself, and hence, why I think of myself in the past tense,
Them fiends got the hunger to feed on the other but I'm not very appetizing
Life like rain from the cradle down to the grave
With just enough time to paint my name of the walls of the cave
Remember me, won't you please, remember me this way
Them fiends had the hunger to feed on the other but they never did feed on me
I may be sick of myself, and hence, why I think of myself in the past tense
Just me and myself and the has-beens, buried deep in a machine's memory
Just do your best "ain't no tomorrow" dance
Move your mechanical carcass
Them fiends got the hunger to feed on the other but I ain't nobody's harvest
Life like rain, from the cradle down to the grave
With just enough time to paint my story on the walls of the cave...
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Kamikaze Funtime California
Kamikaze Funtime is a Northern California-based musical project founded by songwriter and musician Benjamin Owens. Originally a solo project, KF has more recently reemerged in the form of a three piece rock band with the inclusion of Shawn Hays on drums and Robert Fosnot on bass guitar and vocals. ... more
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