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Chrome Green
02:57
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Death metal tape machines
Never record what I mean
When I beat away on my tambourine
Snorting up rotten cocoa beans
Napping on private putting greens
Sneaking my dreams on the silver screen
Trampoline and submarine are two words
That just don’t fucking glean
Chrome green
Oh man, the things I have seen
Would drive you to have a cynical vision of the future
Scantily clad
Stroking the electro static shadow of a world gone mad
Unshaven and disheveled
Wiping up my blood with a lily pad
I’m not threatening not ragging on plaid
But I think I just saw your mom dead
On the launching pad
Chrome green
Televised political routine
Guides my brain and pokes my eyes
With nothing in between
Lost in landing gears, dude I’m stuck
Burning wormwood sage too thick to think
Chrome green
And I hope by now you know what I mean
Chrome green
Unless you are still in the genital stage
Still have your mind stuck in minimum wage
Chrome green
Chrome green
Ah man, the curve of the earth is obviously based on the waves
Chrome green
Chrome green
Oh man, the things that I have seen
Chrome green
Would drive you to have a cynical vision of the future
Chrome green
Oh man, you know what I mean?
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Noise Is in the Genes
02:34
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Chinaski Drinks a Beer
03:58
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She gave me the news over a mushroom salad
Said she was bored and that she had had it
Wasn’t a thought about repairing the damage
There’s a whole new world out there for the grabbing
I sat in the dark playing make believe spaceman
Counting the ticks on the clock without seeing the hands
Waiting for the storm outside to slip in
Watching the driveway for headlights that never came
My broken heart is lurking like a broken record
The beat keeps skipping and the needle is so hard
Plucking at the strings with a pick and an ebow
A sad dank sound of a fading gray rainbow
Watching the driveway for headlights that never came
If the morning ever comes I will be ready
This whole damn scene ended something pretty heady
Bit by bit we always knew I was lead heavy
Only this time it’s my pillow not my bed that I am wetting
This time it’s my pillow not my bed that I am wetting
Watching the driveway for headlights that never came
Watching the driveway.
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Electronic Espresso
03:18
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Glitches and pops
Brain fries
Consciousness is streaming from an unknown source
Altered states
Shift the frame
Track control
Blade running
System crashing
Null set approach divine
Nerves jangle loose
Hardwired in place
Fractal zoom
An abstract plane
This endless space
Presence and absence
Solid state
No in-between
You beg and you crawl
For your dopamine
Electro espresso
Up all night
Cathode ray delight
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Order from Disorder
06:02
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A hint of perfume on the breeze
A shadow of a stranger
Now she lives in a memory
Surfacing for air
Pour another song out in her name
Even though she'll never hear
Spend another night alone at home
A silent unnoticed Christ
Carry me to another time
Hydrocarbons and electro transports
These mash notes dripping in perfume
They won't explain away
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I miss the days when rock would save us
Or so we were told
Whatever sold
Buried in sound
We enter into a new tradition
Cheers and beers
For what came before
If I have to die I want to make some noise first
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11. |
One Sad Human
02:59
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Last of the line
Two million years have all led to this
The sun sets on mankind for the last time
The universe is cold and alone
God's plan incomplete
Trees fall, and no one hears
Wind crying in an empty lot
Dust devils whirl and dance
No more Adams, just a single Eve
Dusk falls across the sky
The rain falls so listless running down the window panes
The devil triumphant, his dream realized
Bleak and bleary eyes aloft into waning light
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Arecibo Message Tattoo
03:13
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Satan's Ballad
03:47
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It's Alright
01:56
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When the teeth are done separating
You got a sad situation such a sad situation
The left knob is subjective yet controls the station
You’re alright
yea yea oh yea
You can tell me things are hopeless
And the tooth isn’t right
Too many minutes line up when you bite down
I’m swimming in corn
You can sigh inside of my hands
Keep smiling your thoughts for me
I do wish I could be more like you
But I don’t believe I have the time
I believe you half the time
It’s alright
You’re not gonna go to school
It’s alright
You’re not gonna bore this town anymore.
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18. |
Ultrasonic... Vibrations
02:49
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Jesus on the Moon Puyallup, Washington
Jesus on the Moon is a collection of lo-fi songs I've been recording in basements, garages, and bedrooms since 2005. Recently, Derek Reed joined the ranks and, with the help of a drum machine, we've started to bring the songs to the stage.
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