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Ge Ge Ge no Kitaro Intro
01:36
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Yawny
03:59
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I am the illegitimate bro of a national hero.
For real? Yeah, nah… … ...not really.
The grovelling second best, I watched the winning test
In the long shadow of the one dubbed Loved-Dearly.
It’s a new horny norm inside every loyal home
The thrill of the ruck, or just that lonely Candy Crush
Lineup on grassy shoulder, Cousin couch [grass], to Lucky Clover
Last in the brutal playground beat down Bullrush
This a mountain of a man, me, the erosion in range
Disappointment of a winning fantasy
This classic chip-of-the-block, go and knock the bugger off
Let monumental myth be common entity
Build mountains of molehills, my moles from too much sun
Defend the legend with a shortmans glowing fuse
Fantastic expectations, fragile ego left in wanting
The highest jump is an impossible point to prove
Balls like bloated bladders, we, the Baldricks to Blackadder
We saw the victory, now adulate us
Losing, fall much harder, the loved ones run for cover
It hurts All Black and blue, flagellate us
Uphold the strong silent type, it simplifies the hype
There’s a movie to modify connotations
Make mates with Hairy Palms, separate stance from qualm
Back this history and add intimidation
What are ya? ya wuss!
The blows maketh Man
Who needs a frontal lobe
To front up to the fans
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3. |
We Live In
06:06
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"...I think hard times are coming when we will be wanting the voices of writers, [poets, visionaries] who can see alternatives to how we live now and can see ... to other ways of being, and even imagine some real grounds for hope. We will need writers, [poets, visionaries] who can remember freedom—the realists of a larger reality.
Right now, I think we need writers, [poets, visionaries] who know the difference between the production of a market commodity and the practice of an art.
The profit motive often is in conflict with the aims of art.
We live in capitalism.
Its power seems inescapable.
So did the divine right of kings..."
Ursula Le Guin, 2014
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The Decentipede of Man
01:56
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It’s a summer of the centipede
Exploring unwelcomed, coming from
A somewhere where siblings fled
Fed in the ravenous four directions
Rise up, out, on all 44
Passing cousin with an indistinguishable
Glance, curling in defence
Tapping, reading environment
Action, reflection, braille
As an underscore, segmentation
Hyphen, a matted extracted
Hair from the old man's eye
brow, curling, singled out
Fallen, disgraced, pubic
Stranded, a monster from the mons
A groover from the pubis
Articulated apostrophe
Atrophying on parade
The decentipede of man
the autumn of the critter
Imagining, a calling distorted
Worth anything, intuition carries
The same meaning as the sparrows
Song, in a foreign tongue
A wave without a membrane
Or interpreter, a wave to the ear
Vibration against the soles
Of naked feet
A century of them
Out of cracks
of the corners
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5. |
Santa's Jzz
05:15
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Tail of turd, tide of toad,
hat of sack, clot of node
Mark my word, tie my shoe,
hide my pride, lie me true
Feet me need, bite me bit,
Sun me burn, scab me pick
Teeth fall free, tree fall fell,
eye fall tall, four fall foul
Blood thy lip, bold thy blush,
touch thy ear, sing thy thrush
Mush of room, cream of tart,
spoon of luck, tool of smart
Plant my grave, hand my made,
grow my ground, sharp my spade
“Rock my”…crab, “lick my rocks,
race my lacks, lark my looks” [Pull my Daisy, A Ginsberg, J Kerouac, N Cassady 1951,1958?, 1961]
Sex me sip, sup me sate,
soothe me scorn, straight me slate
“Bone my”.. shade, “dove my dream,
milk my mind, make me cream” [ibid]
Santa’s jizz, Satans jazz,
Beat will feast, as good as
Loft my head, “heart my” tongue,
Scratch my pen, grand my plunge
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6. |
Punked and Bespoke
03:49
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The more we know
The more we know
Swell inflation
Infect growth
This armoured garden
Purulent plot
Power from knowledge
You know I know what I know
Power from knowledge
Amoral privilege
Corruptible info
Dig in distrust
Executive function
Functionally fucked
Of fear incoming
This panic’s abrupt
Of fear incoming
My comforting clown
A garden infested
Chitter when poke
Neglected it festers
Exudate ooze
The jesters a slime ball
The truth has been punked
And what has been punked
Punked and bespoke
Spoken in joke
To breath or to choke
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Mr Bobblehead
03:48
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9. |
Karawane
04:33
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jolifanto bambla o falli bambla
großiga m'pfa habla horem
egiga goramen
higo bloiko russula huju
hollaka hollala
anlogo bung
blago bung blago bung
bosso fataka
ü üü ü
schampa wulla wussa olobo
hej tatta gorem
eschige zunbada
wulubu ssubudu uluwu ssubudu
tumba ba-umf
kusa gauma
ba - umf
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10. |
Fantasy for Some
04:05
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11. |
Billy Oboe
06:02
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Hold it hard, the pasts the task, keep a lid on it, avoid the ask
From sight, from mind, another time, a grownup life in child size
For some there’s peace, nostalgia’s meat, but the first is worse in bittersweet
Don’t cross the line, don’t try to spy, don’t dig up shit, don’t ask me why
Billy don’t you hold so hard the holes you dug as kids
Billy don’t you fear the things that in the shadows hid
Billy don’t you blind the eye, try learn to lift the lid
Billy don’t you fight the fact that this is just the way it is
It’s always shit, this endless bit, the boot that fits, the ever-itch
It finds me, magnetic me, what others see, seems to be
This given course, all ways worse, without a pause the use of force
Don’t mean to boast, I’ll make the most, from a host, that miser, feeds me ghosts
Billy don’t you think that your hurts destined by design
Bill don’t you think that your at fault for the crimes of time
Billy don’t you think that lucks always there’s, never thine
Billy don’t don’t you think that you can’t call me anytime
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12. |
Ge Ge Ge no Kitaro Outro
01:32
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