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Compound Eye
03:30
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yeah look at you
you opened for Dwarves
but you’re no less than
no less than a whore
god loves a punk in a punk rock uniform
the best uniform opening money can buy
carpet punks in a rotten fashion show
where fat is the meat
and salt is the blow
hey hey hey my my
blood guts and pussy all covered in dye
hey hey hey my my
no more than a speck in a compound eye
no music no matter the fashion fits
cheap off the rack and tight on your tits
you look like her
she looks like you
when you all look alike
whats left to do
except find some new stripes
and find a new zoo
where every ape can howl the same tune
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2. |
Plastik Knife
02:54
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Good god. please just stop.
I want my lightning bug
not the lighting
cuz when i see you act like this
its so very very very very frightening
baby doll
its so hard for me to care
if i could then id be a millionaire
instead, I’ve got a silver gun
and you got a plastic knife
put down the bat
put down the axe
i’m putting out fires
your striking a match
id like two strike us clean from the record
its time to pack your bags
[rep.]
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dear god this is killing me
and giving me the third degree
it burns and burns are not for me
my head is split right down the middle
i worry about after I’m gone
and if my kid will get along
I’m shaking through most every song
and i'm not sure if i can make it
I Think I'm Having A Nervous Breakdown
quite unsettled by the sounds
thats why my amp's turned up loud
settled up and fucked right down
panic it just pounds and pounds
everything is killing me
and giving me the third degree
it burns.
and burns are not for me.
my head is split right down the middle.
I Think I'm Having A Nervous Breakdown
I Think I'm Having A Nervous Breakdown
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Whose gun is that? Man, I dont know.
Its owner is quite angry, though.
Cross just like a priest’s chapeau.
To scream goodbye and cry hello.
The gun is silver, fast and deep.
He too has promises to keep.
A thousand turns, he doesn’t sleep.
Just long enough to kill the sheep.
Gives his silver gun a shake
At every single bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break
Of distant waves and birds awake.
He rises from his cursed bed.
thoughts of violence in his head.
A flash of rage, a slash of red.
like bang bang on a snare drum head.
The gun is silver, fast and deep.
He too has promises to keep.
A thousand turns, he doesn’t sleep.
Just long enough to kill the sheep.
Gives his silver gun a shake
At every single bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break
Of distant waves and birds awake.
spoonfed to hot lead, bunkbed to deathbed.
The only other sound’s the break
Of distant waves
The break of waves
and birds awake….
The gun is silver, fast and deep.
He too has promises to keep.
A thousand turns, he doesn’t sleep.
Just long enough to kill
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5. |
Ivy
02:47
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why you wanna fight?
armed with sarcasm and a flashlight
Your brevity is rife
I’m always left holding a knife in a gun fight
IVY dear your head’s not screwed on straight
lets burn down the night
to the suffocate peak
to the deepest well
from Southern California to the back of your skull.
forget the knives in the sheaths
yeah die on your feet
dont live on your knees
levitate out and up past the eaves
do it for you.
do it for me.
IVY dear your head’s not screwed on straight
lets eat up the light
its so hard to sleep
when you’re kicking your feet
Perhaps you’d feel better tucked in down on 4th street
IVY dear your head’s not screwed on straight
lets burn down the night
To the suffocate peak to the deepest well
to Southern California to the back of your skull.
Forever and ever amen if you choose.
Cuz when u die
nobody dies with you
its just you.
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You'll get sicker
You'll get better
You'll get dumber
You'll get deader
you'll get gone.
If there's one thing I know for sure…
God and the bottle will surely kill me
You'll get sicker
You'll get better
You'll get dumber
You'll get deader
you'll get gone.
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Windowsill
02:39
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sitting by the windowsill.
letting go of how I feel.
turning with the winding wheel.
twisted up some.
with all these ghosts that hover 'round
and pain at such a cartoon pace
human traffic wrapped in lace
well it kinda helps some.
hurting at the windowsill
F minors at the foot of the bed
i do my best to raise the dead
but i'm failing proudly.
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8. |
Pimp Green
03:40
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Lover
Oh lover
one coast to the next
i want your sex
oh how i love your pimp green hair
Lover
oh be my lover
lets dive under covers
and rescue each other
oh how i love your pimp green hair
[lyrics redacted due to filth]
Lover.
Sweet damaged lover
We’ve known each other
quite long enough
[lyrics redacted due to filth]
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9. |
Rebirthday
02:06
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yeah it’ll never get strange enough
for it to take me that far away
because i’ll remember the names
of those who lent a helping hand along the way
and you can dance on my grave.
as long as there's some dancing going on that day.
cuz it’ll never get strange
enough for it to take me too far away
i do say
what a pleasant day
but just in case…
my love please dont you stray
too far away
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Six Car Collision British Columbia
Boston based indie singer songwriter K.P. Ransom. Relocated to Vancouver Canada.
20+ studio albums, 18 E.P.s, INDEPENDENT underground DIY rock and roll since 1997.
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Andy Santospago is the man. The mad chemist. A true gentleman. Visit him.
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