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No
03:50
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No
We want your mind.
We wanna buy your eyes and ears.
Inject you with our heroin of the weak.
We wanna pay somebody,
But never you.
We'll desecrate your dignity.
Every little home hides a world of hate and fear.
Every eye a shuttered window to avoid.
Lobotomy for you and me.It's opium light!
Works of creation, we destroy.
You're just a mark, to us. A tiny, little fly...
Enjoy the shit that we give to you.
Keep saying "No," to life, and maybe you'll miss out.
Keep saying "Yes" and you just might get pissed off.
You realize there's no need for disguises.
Our intentions, plain as a gunshot.
The joy of life, reduced to a knife,
To cut you into everything you're not.
Every little home hides a world of hate and fear.
Every eye a shuttered window to avoid.
Lobotomy for you and me.It's opium light!
Works of creation, we destroy.
You're just a mark, to us. A tiny, little fly...
Enjoy the shit that we give to you.
Keep saying "No," to life, and maybe you'll miss out.
Keep saying "Yes" and you just might get pissed off.
Every human heart hides a world of hate and fear.
Every eye a shuttered window to a void.
Lobotomy for you and me.It's opium light!
Works of creation, we destroy.
You're just a mark, to us. A tiny, little fly...
Enjoy the shit that we give to you.
Keep saying "No," to life, and maybe you'll miss out.
Keep saying "Yes" and you just might get pissed off.
You're just a mark, to us. A tiny, little fly...
Enjoy the shit that we give to you.
Keep saying "No," to life, and maybe you'll miss out.
Keep saying "Yes" and you just might get pissed off.
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2. |
A Lovely Death
03:35
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A Lovely Death
Sunbeam pierces windowpane. Am I insane, or is it all of you?
All the dope and the pills in the world won't quell the burning of this living Hell. It's true.
I must find a reason to continue this charade.
Then again, if I don't, then I won't ever regret having stayed...
I wanna dive right into that hot pink valley, shatter my bones upon the cliffs before I drown in its icy depths.
I wanna hover over my own grave and hear the preacher as he says,
"Oh! What a lovely death!"
Your interventions are a bore, a chore within my dusted view.
You say my smile will be missed. "Screw this," I say, "I"ll will it to you."
I am not some mannequin sent to be posed by you.
In fact, it's time to do what I am preordained to do...
I'm gonna dive right into that hot pink valley, shatter my bones upon the cliffs before I drown in its icy depths.
I gonna hover over my own grave and hear the preacher as he says,
"Oh! What a lovely death!"
I've got to dive right into that hot pink valley, shatter my bones upon the cliffs before I drown in its icy depths.
I've got to hover over my own grave and hear the preacher as he says,
"Oh! What a lovely death!"
"Oh! What a lovely death!"
"Oh! What a lovely death!"
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3. |
Turning Blue
03:27
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Turning Blue
Well I know this summer's at an end
and I can't even start to pretend
that I even notice seasons, anymore.
Needles, bags, arms wrapped with string.
Well, these were a few of my favorite things
And I don't care what the future has in store.
To me, baby, it's plain to see.
That this human race is nearly run.
And it's clear, to me, that what will be
Will wipe us out before our time has come.
I'm turning blue. It's true. Hard days are due.
Keep your thoughts and cancel all your prayers.
I'm turning blue on you. What can y'do?
Can't you see that I don't really care?
Well I know this world has gone to seed
And more time here ain't what I need
And I know that something big is set to blow.
And I bet you follow where they lead
Right off that cliff, with a lemming's speed.
Scorched Earth, with all these systems set to go.
To me, baby, it's plain to see.
That this human race is nearly run.
And it's clear, to me, that what will be
Will wipe us out before our time has come.
I'm turning blue. It's true. All days are through.
Keep your thoughts and cancel all your prayers.
I'm turning blue on you. What can y'do?
Can't you see that I don't really care?
I'm turning blue. It's true. Hard days are due.
Keep your thoughts and cancel all your prayers.
I'm turning blue on you. What can y'do?
Can't you see that I don't really care?
I'm turning blue. It's true. All days are through.
Snuff your thoughts and cancel all your prayers.
I'm turning blue on you. What can y'do?
Can't you see that I don't even care?
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4. |
Final Cut
03:54
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Life is Hell. It's a cell, for a spell. Then it ends. It's just as well.
Quarters on the eyelids,
Skeletal disguises, (and)
All the pain that I feel isn't real, so, it cannot be destroyed.
I need a distraction.
Carving out my passion, and...
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Long sleeves in the Summertime.
Cutting pages from my mind, and...
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Please hold your applause until you see the final cut.
I resent anything that I feel of which I was not the cause.
I feel incomplete,
So, I will compete.
Redirect the effect with a peck from a single razor's edge.
Through a veil of pain,
Joy must look insane, and...
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Long sleeves in the Summertime.
Cutting pages from my mind, and...
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Please hold your applause until you see the final cut.
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Long sleeves in the Summertime.
Cover up some social crime, and...
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Please hold your applause until you see the final cut.
You will ever know.
I won't let it show.
Wipe my sorrows off my skin,
As I bleed them out again, and...
You won't ever know.
I won't let it show.
Close your eyes and look away from my final cut.
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5. |
On The Bag
03:31
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On The Bag
So alone. Fulla septic blood as I amble down the tracks.
Bag fulla all my staple foods, like jerky and fruit snacks.
Unkempt tresses. Skin Abscesses. Cough a shuddered hack.
Don't free your spirit and expect to get it back.
I never had a thing to give, anyway.
Nothing I'd care to share with you.
Nobody told ya life would be such a drag...
My yellowed skin is feeling thin, as it grows dark.
I'll find a quiet place to set down in the park.
Stench of death on every breath and pus in every mark.
Each night, I think I'll die. Each morning proves me right.
I never had a thing to give, anyway.
Nothing I'd care to share with you.
Nobody told ya life would be such a drag...
On the bag.
I never had a thing to give, anyway.
Nothing I'd care to share with you.
Nobody told ya life would be such a drag...
I never had a thing to give, anyway.
Nothing I'd care to share with you.
Nobody told ya life would be such a drag...
On the bag.
On the bag.
On the bag.
On the bag...
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6. |
V.I.P.
03:04
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J is in the bedroom with V.
H is in the kitchen, baking with G.
Bills come due at 3.
PA's knee-deep in CP.
JP's jacking up with MC,
And you don't even wanna know about DT.
V.I.P. V.I.P.
V.I.P. V.I.P.
K is in the valley, with B.
G just won't stock what they need!
Sell it to the CCP.
Be sure to BCC VP
Sweatin' under every degree.
To make it all vanish, just call DC.
V.I.P. V.I.P.
V.I.P. V.I.P.
J is hanging, now, with MC,
Waving "Goodbye" to you and me,
N is pushing daisies with glee.
He learned good intel does not come free.
U, and I, are memories.
Scorched by a sunlight that we can't see.
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Die Lied vom Suppen-Kaspar
(Lyrics written in the 1800s, by Heinrich Hoffman, and translated by Robert Godwin-Jones, of Virginia Commonwealth University)
Augustus was a chubby lad.
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had...
And everybody saw, with joy,
The plump and hearty healthy boy.
He ate and drank as he was told,
And never let his soup get cold.
One cold winter's day,
He threw away the spoon and screamed:
"O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup to-day:
I will not, will not eat my soup!
I will not eat it, no!"
Next day! Now look, the picture shows...
How lank and lean Augustus grows!
Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still...
"Not any soup for me, I say!
O take the nasty soup away!
I will not, will not eat my soup!
I will not eat it. No!"
The third day comes. Oh, what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.
Yet, when the-soup is on table,
He screams, as loud as he is able.
Look at him, now the fourth day's come!
He scarce outweighs a sugar-plum.
He's like a little bit of thread...
And on the fifth day, he was-dead.
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There Will Come Soft Rains...
(spoken): "Shrinks my liver. Doesn't it? Pickles my kidneys, Yeah. But what does it do to my mind?"
Bitcoin pays the bills.
Bottle treats the ills.
Why do I get chills, all the time?
I wanna text a friend.
Too shot to hit send.
Why not pretend I'm doing fine?
Eyes turn milky white. I sink another one to get me through the night.
I cannot feel pain. There will come soft rains.
Can't sleep. I don't eat. I take another shot and then I hit repeat.
I take my life in vain. There will come soft rains.
Room's a reeking mess. Things that I like best...
Every day I live is one day less.
Gotta fix my act. Get things back on track.
I've got to get back. At what cost?
Eyes turn milky white. I sink another drink to get me through the night.
I cannot feel pain. There will come soft rains.
Can't sleep. I don't eat. I take another shot and then I hit repeat.
I take my life in vain. There will come soft rains...
There will come soft rains...
There will come soft rains...
Glued to my life in my own sick. Just some kinda cosmic trick.
I don't think my legs move, anymore.
I had a life all perfectly set. Now I feel it fade. I guess that's whatcha get
When your mind can't think outside your front door,
Eyes turn milky white. I sink another drink to get me through the night.
I cannot feel pain. Oh, baby...There will come soft rains.
Can't sleep. I don't eat. I take another shot and then I hit repeat.
I take my life in vain. Aw yeah...There will come soft rains...
Eyes turn milky white. I sink another drink to get me through the night.
I cannot feel pain. Oh yeah...There will come soft rains.
Can't sleep. I don't eat. I take another shot and then I hit repeat.
I take my life in vain. Oh yeah...There will come soft rains...
There will come soft rains...
There will come soft rains...
There will come soft rains.
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9. |
Dear Tick
02:19
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Deer Tick
I went out walking, through the woods, cause health experts told me it's good.I felt a pinch. What's this, I see? A deer tick, trying to feast on me. Now, I'm not selfish with my blood. This tick became my new best bud. I watched him drink. I watched him grow. I took him to a Brighton show. Tried to teach him how to sing, but that tick couldn't learn a thing. I felt weak as he got so fat. That deer tick was a total brat. He looked just like a black olive, I gave him all that I could give. Two weeks later. Ach du lieber! Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever!
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
I had a friend who had a habit. I'd leave cash around. He'd grab it. Introduced him to my friends. He'd soak them, too. It never ends. He stole my TV and my car. Got us tossed from my favorite bar. He'd say things like, "I got your back" but all he ever got was smack. Soil my couch and raid my fridge. I thought of jumping off a bridge. His dealer got fed up with him, and that's when things grew pretty grim. One fine day, he turned up, dead. A weight was lifted off my head. I'll tell ya what. Here's the thing: That deer tick sucked far less than him.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
Deer tick.
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10. |
Love Litter
04:51
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Love Litter
7 P.M., through the door.
Making tracks across the floor.
Coat tossed on the kitchen chair.
No one there...
Cold dinner from Chipotle,
She sits down to a cold TV.
Draw the curtains, say a prayer.
Vacant stare.
Ignore the thoughts, inside.
Pangs of loneliness provide
Evidence of human life,
In her mind...
Love led her everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letter, written in the sand, to no one.
Love litter everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letter, written in tears, to anyone.
Another round of birthday cards.
Cakes, jokes, balloons, but never hearts.
Arrayed so neatly, on the walls.
No one calls.
At work, they laugh behind her back.
Old maid. Plain Jane. The common cracks.
Sometimes, she's wanted, in her dreams,
And she screams...
She cries out for the end.
She'd settle for a friend,
Or the strength to pretend...
for a while.
Love led her everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letters, written in the sand, to no one.
Love litter everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letters, written in tears, to anyone...
Anyone...
Everyone...
Love led her everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letters, written in the sand, to no one.
Love litter everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letters, written in tears, to anyone.
Love led her everywhere.
Love litter. No one cares.
Love letter, written in sand, to no one.
Love litter everywhere.
Love litter. So unfair.
Love letter, written in blood, to everyone...
Anyone...
Everyone...
Anyone
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11. |
Skeleton Eyes
04:13
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Skeleton Eyes
Time ain't running out, regardless of my soul desire.
I need sleep before I keep my promise to expire.
Dead summer air.
Tourists everywhere.
I cannot remember having cared.
Shell shock abounds.
Friends gone underground.
I don't think I wanna stick around.
Baking in the sun. Skeleton eyes.
Forgive what I've done. Skeleton eyes.
Crossed out number one. Skeleton eyes.
All this flesh was only my disguise.
Life makes cheap demands. I tell 'em, "Right now, in a second..."
Look up, only clouds. Look down, and absent friends beckon.
Try not to care.
This is my affair.
See there's something missing in my stare.
I'll draw the plan.
Desperate as I can.
Wrap a rosary around my hand.
Baking in the sun. Skeleton eyes.
Forgive what I've done. Skeleton eyes.
Scratch out number one. Skeleton eyes.
All this flesh was only my disguise.
Baking in the sun. Skeleton eyes.
Forgive what I've done. Skeleton eyes.
Snuff out number one. Skeleton eyes.
All this flesh was only my disguise.
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12. |
Holomodor
04:02
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Holomodor (instrumental)
(keywords to search: Holomodor, Walter Duranty, Hell)
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13. |
There Ya Go!
03:06
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Rotting on a chair, trading yawns with a cat, from across a rubber room.
All but her smile disappears from view, as you're puked out of the womb.
Take your place! Pick a side!
Seal your fate. Take the ride.
Take up arms! Stand aside!.
Life's a bitch and then you die.
This life's a race. Set to a fatal pace.
And where it stops? You don't wanna know.
Don't look my way. I got nothing to say.
Wherever you are, there ya go!
First step! They bind your mind, til you don't know who is who.
Then, blind your eyes, to keep all beauty from your view.
Just shut up! Kill your pride!
Let us poison you inside.
All we want is your mind.
Bleach it til it is blind.
This life's a race. Set to a fatal pace.
And where it stops? You don't wanna know.
Don't look my way. I got nothing to say.
Wherever you are, there ya go!
Now, none of this is set in stone.
Just where the currents cast the prone.
Of course, you can walk this world on your own...
Then your future will unknown.
This life's a race. Set to a fatal pace.
And where it stops? You don't wanna know.
Don't look my way. I got nothing to say.
Wherever you are, there ya go!
Wherever you are, there ya go!
Wherever you are, there ya go!
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Pat Veil New Jersey
Pat Veil is a phantom.
He hides by day and moves under the cover of
night.
Once a guitarist/vocalist in the acclaimed rock band Sir Dove, since 2020, he has released a string of albums showcasing his "pop/rock with sharp claws,” melding of 70's and 80's rock with Veil's penchant for extremely distressing, yet often humorous, lyrics.
For those who dare…
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