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Telepathic Autopsy Blues
05:20
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the typewriter in his office goes click clack click
the blood on his fingers makes the keys stick
his surgeon's smock, also, splattered with plasma
you'd expect red but it's a glowing blue miasma
types up a report to send to the general
highly confidential
the air-conditioner vents fill
with big, billowing plumes and green and orange hues
he realizes quite soon after finishing the last line
he grabs the document and crashes through the window
leaving behind the hospital and stumbling onto the sidewalk
hands covering his mouth from the noxious gas
he makes it to his car quite fast
they don't want this getting out
of this he has no doubt
but "who? oh, who?"
the eternal question...
i forgot to mention
the license plate on the back of his car reads "CARGOYLE"
he likes the band's sounds but is not impressed with their lyrical style
he speeds onto the freeway, beginning to feel Z withdrawals
He opens a flask of Z
Its phosphorescence shining from the spout
and pours the contents of it into his mouth
and down his throat
he takes a left on Red Oak and pulls into the garage
stinking of Z and the blood of that "thing" he opened up
using not a scalpel but his mind
that's why the FBI hired him for hsi particular skillset
a telepathic surgeon and a jetset
a millionaire playboy
two yachts and a sweet goy wife
but everything in his sweet, gold life is about to change
because a silver, gleaming knife
held by one of those "things" from out there
standing in the garage giving a no-eyed glare
he crumpled up the document and stuffed it into his mouth
downed the rest of the Z and without a second's thought
looked at the "thing". looked right at it
and said, "if you want the document..
you're going to have to dig it out of my shit."
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2. |
Highway Full Of Tears
04:28
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my sweet angel
come with me on a ride
we're gonna go
to a place where you have
never been before
you're gonna love it
yeah
get on inside let's
ride
they say girls go
away forever here
this road goes long
and only i can steer
we will ride slow
twist and go back and forth
and there will be
so much heat that you
almost feel like exploding
you're gonna love it
yeah
get on inside let's
ride
with on this highway of tears
with me on this highway for years
highway of tears
highway full of tears
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3. |
$24 For One Chicken?!?
00:54
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24 dollars for one chicken?!?
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pearly white
evergreen
star quarterback on the football team
he's got his name embroidered on the back of his jacket
no "i" in team
chugs down ice cream milkshakes
handed to him by her over the counter
this is their counterculture
this is their ramadan
this is their ragnarok
this is heaven, baby
and i know that i am one of them too
i come home from the smiles and the perfumes
only thing i need right now
is a cigarette and a billiard cue
and here come the colored girls right on cue
they all sing for me like angels
this whole town is fucked
the sewer system leaks through the pres of the streets
my tennis shoes squeak
city folk scolded by afterbirth beat
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5. |
Satan's Got A New Ride
02:08
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satan's got a new ride
with the top down he can go ridin'
with the imps and the children
to the inhalin' of ethe
never ever never
satan's got a new ride
it's got lots of pistons
it blows smoke
and you'll smell it too
when you're here
ooh! great car!
that blue fondue
let me down to the ground
stop watchin me
uhrughufhfusdhsushsh
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6. |
Mephisto the Trucker
02:41
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his hat reads
"no one without fire rides for free"
his hooves push the puny pedals to the metal
his engine is revin' a ton and rumblin'
mephisto the trucker
ah
his license plate reads
"H8" yeah, that's hate
rings on his knuckles and buckles
the limit speed and his greed
do not match completely
his engine is revvin' a ton and rumblin'
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7. |
I Can See For Milez
04:01
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i know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
i know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
i can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
oh yeah
if you think that I don't know about the little tricks you've played
and never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
well, here's a poke at you
you're gonna choke on it too
you're gonna lose that smile
beacuse all the while
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
oh yeah
you took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away
i saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say
that you still want me
well, that's as may be
but you gotta stand trial
because all the while
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
ican see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
oh yeah
i know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
i know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
i can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
oh yeah
the Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal are mine to see on clear days
you thought that I would need a crystal ball to see right through the haze
well, here's a poke at you
you're gonna choke on it too
you're gonna lose that smile
beacuse all the while
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
and miles and miles and miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
i can see for miles and miles
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8. |
Fink On Pluto
03:02
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i'm a fink on mars
i'm a fink on pluto
when im not in cars
i'm a fink on mars
i'm a fink on pluto
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9. |
Bile Duct Flux (Drunk)
04:13
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10. |
Wendigo
04:01
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he can be found in tundra frost
he wanders constantly but isn't lost
natives refer to him as "thunder boss"
he will not be deterred by holy crosses
he has a giant furry hand
he holds it to the moon and then
recites some shaman poetry
tomorrow you can go with me
child, i will tell you when to go
if you want to see the wendigo
they say that he'sa myth
but i've seen him
i can show you exactly where i've seen him
right around back
where the sun meets the horizon
his white hair can be seen
(cough)
birds enter now
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red candle wax
burns off her fingers
and she thinks she's a vampire
her fangs are not real
she's a fake one
she's a plastic keener
she's a being of doom
and she will be my tomb
yeah she will be my tomb
she's in love with terence fisher
ho
she's in love with terence fisher
oh
catholic screams
blood on me
messed up dream
can't win schemes
paint by me
don't go feed
cut my eye
oh yeah
she's in love with terence fisher
ho
she's in love with terence fisher
no
gothic dreams
make me scream
blood run streams
make up scene
christopher lee
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howl was the name of the poem
yeah
but it was the sound he made too
he was a beat
yeah
but also a beast
late at night howling at the moon
his fur was abundant as his beard
when he morphed his glasses shattered
no rhyme no reason
changing of the season
claws ripping through grey matter
hear my theory about ginsberg being a werewolf, baby
i know it's weird but just lend an ear
cuz maybe there's some truth to it
nothing i can say will change your mind
except maybe this
so i'll try
terror of coffee shops everywhere
his jagged teeth and beret often scared
the patrons and hippies
sipping their sippies
but baby, they're wimpy
so let's bloody them up
poetic justic reigned when the torches all lit up
it was a mob of mobs
even dads and moms
threw molotovs at our lupine beat hero
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just a picture a time
when everything shines
except for the sun
we're under the thumb of the big guns
pull lever
must sever
but never
act clever
just picture a time
when everything shines
except for the sun
we're under the thumb of the big guns
homeless cyborgs
luminescent cores
cheap vesuvius whores
who all leave
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14. |
Flavio's Poem
02:46
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sad boy love songs
for the english majors
god forsaken faces crept
through my mind
and I've become fulfilled on narcotic wisdom
and it doesn't work anymore
destruction of the youth
caused by God-filled hatred of an upper class fool
take me away my summer
goddess
for I am free
i'm liberated into
a million fading stars
upon this noxious-induced sunset of uncertainty
bleached souls for
vacant hearts and
glossy fingernails
with small smiles
of my loneliness
fading from the timeline
and inches away from
hour-less moments
eating away at the mental
scar tissue
name dropping siblings
because that's all I know
bipolar matrimony
with thoughts from my father's side
disposition and wrecked, weak hearts
jesus fish gather around a lone fisherman's song
and they all saw the antlers sprout from his skull
all brown and blue
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(the unintelligible mutterings of Ol' Jebediah "Wittle Face" Hodges)
i must say
totally ignoring that the wolf is in the house of hen
um, marjorie...the little invisible men are back again
i sit here in my rockin' chair from time and time again
achin' bones
the storms come
but the little invisible men are back again
i really need to get around to settin' up that scarecrow
thing keeps fallin' down
but the moon's on my back again
and the shine blows around
the little invisible men are back again
totally ignoring the fact that the wolf is in the house of hen
i praise the holy ghost
that i have such a host
and this fool's gold southern gothic den
um, marjorie...the little invisible men are back again
um
i know that things are gonna go around
i can not think them back
the only thing i can see
in the mobius strip
is the main brain
the cortex inside of my head
twirling and doing an oval, linda
a funny little man named welmo
hello
the little invisible men are back again
little invisible men
goin once goin twice
sold to the man with the bat and a ball
(in a dave matthews voice) crash into me
what do you do with em?
all you gotta do is go to the far mountains
you take them back to yourself
and you put them inside yourself
you hear me now?
y'all come back now, y'hear?
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CARGOYLE hell, Michigan
CARGOYLE ARE TO MUSIC WHAT AN ELECTRIC DRILL IS TO A MAN'S TEMPLE, PUMPING BURNING HOT FUEL INTO AN ENGINE OF RAW,
UNFILTERED ROCK AND ROLL BUILT INSIDE OF A LABORATORY RUN BY MUTANT RAT MEN WHO LIKE TO GET OFF BY WATCHING THE STOLEN HOME MOVIES OF OTHERS. AIN'T THAT A THING?!?!?
CARGOYLE IS:
SLEAZE MCQUEEN-guitar,vox, analog synth, lyrics
DOGFACE- drumz
... more
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