1. |
Abysmal Hymnal
04:07
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the thaumaturgist
arms outstretched, urges
his clergy of virgins
to look at his hands
the palms of which are
performing dark witch art
and swirling quazars
erupt from the man
they cannot believe
the sight that they see
a miracle in modern times
they cannot believe
the sight that they see
eyes are twirling, serpentine
we sing from the abysmal hymnal
the choir leader
a goat breeder
in the back of the theater
gesticulates
the crowd gathered
mouths lathered
and blood splatters
as they expectorate
they cannot believe
that this day will be
the end of their collective lives
they cannot believe
that this day will be
the day they roll back all their eyes
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2. |
Jimmy's Nipple
04:02
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jimmy's nipple
speaks to him sometimes at night
when jimmy's turnin' down the lights
this is what it said
you'd be better dead, jimmy
this is what it says
you'd be better dead
do it
jimmy's nipple
read a lot of pynchon and smokes
i hope one day that nipple chokes
tells me i should just lay off
when it comes to jimmy the nipple's boss
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the hypnotist transcends description
he's crooked like a politician
but he's got style
watch him smile
dangles a medallion in front your face
and you could be sinnin' all the while
yeah, he's got style
how does he do it?
(don't believe him)
is there magic to it?
(he's a snake oil salesman)
is he the devil?
(no, he's a demon...)
is he evil?
(...in the service of lucifer)
he's so charismatic
(do not trust him)
he's also asthmatic
(he's a snake oil salesman)
he coughs while he's skipping down the street...
(he's a demon)
...over to you
(in the service of lucifer)
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4. |
Priests of Burden
01:17
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priests of burden
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5. |
Hot Cup o' Bava
02:53
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i'm in the mood for some technicolor
flashes of red and vibrant blues. another
mystery slasher in gothic environs
sandal-toed swordsmen and demonic sirens
planets of vampires, dolls of death
masked stalker, draw your last breath
i'm in the mood for a bunch of models
scared outta their minds. in real trouble
i'm in the mood for a giant monster
a toxic blob from an aztec past
pour me another hot cup o' bava
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6. |
It Was Rabies Last Week
03:41
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i feel a pain in my
chest, it's a squeezing
throat hurts, i'm wheezing too
and i know so many times
i've been before but this one's even more
uncomfortable for me
i feel like i gotta leave
but yeah i know that it was rabies last week
ain't it a bitch?
when your single worst fear
is the only symptom
the answer's "yes", dear
you're up to here with me
i do not blame you
i'm such a fucking waste of
every single loved one's time
you'd have another novel by now
if my awfulness ceased
but then again i've tried
maybe it's you who hasn't got a clue
about the hell i'm going through
it's unique
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8. |
Ossuary Vibe
03:56
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stacked high to the sky in a pile
skulls and bones go up for miles
in the dark, in the dank river nile
ramsey's blood, little thud, and i'm riled
it's got an ossuary vibe
being led down a tunnel by a child
otherwise looking brave, looking mild
popol vuh that she calmly carries
she's taking me to a stone sanctuary
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9. |
BTK Eats A BLT
01:39
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bind
torture
kill
bacon
lettuce
tomato
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flash goes off
look of shock
a chip off the old block
frequenting truck stops
regina
i'm sorry we had to see you like that
regina
i'm sorry he had to end you like that
got discharged
couldn't be a cop
ball gags and clamp locks
this is where the truck stops
photo of regina's very last moments
just like a mosquito trapped in sap
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11. |
Win A Date With Rodney
03:16
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12. |
Don't Torture A Duckling
03:47
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the child's body was found in the village fountain
floating face up, eyes wide, skin all bloated
the old woman who did find him shrieked
and it echoed through the hills
church bells ring
a choir sings
a nearby crucifix waits in the wings
such a grisly sight for such little things
i have one commandment
don't torture a duckling
bringing on up some orange juice
she's naked in the middle of the room
i'm nervous, i move towards her
she sits
and she sips
and she looks
and she plays with my heart
do not trust
the leader of
the children at the
house of God again
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13. |
Rujjie
07:02
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tears and malt liquor
gets it done quicker
i thought it was pronounced "reggie"
i guess it was "rujjie"
think i'll write a song or an album about death
think i'll write an album about death
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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
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