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Phantom Limb
14:05
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Mimetolith
15:02
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Life In The Inanimate
28:28
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(from Dr. Failure's "Life In A Mike Pence Dictatorship")
I sit here in a room of white noise and darkness
My eyes are heavy, I do not have long
I speed my breathing, I hold on for consciousness
And all I can think, the darkness is strong
I cannot move, I’m trapped in a pitch white straightjacket
Separation anxiety from life
I hate to admit that I’m a low-life misfit
And I want to slit my throat with a knife
First off I don’t know why I’m here
It’s probably because I’m queer
“What is wrong with me? Why am I like this?”
This is clear proof ignorance is but bliss.
I hear a rattle, I hear a rumble, I hear a clatter
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the window shatter
Am I saved? Is my liberator here?
No, just the old white man that hates queers.
He walks through the broken glass
And comes straight for me
I tremble in fear,
For I know he hates me.
He stops away a pace,
Pulls a knife to my face.
I beg, please waste me.
I hate being here already.
He looks at me, and withdraws his blade
He picks me up, hung from the neck
“See you in hell” as he throws me down.
I am defenseless, I can only sit up.
He goes to the other room, one I hope to never step foot into.
There’s wires, cords, and a caution sign out front.
High Voltage.
I know what this is leading to.
I try to scramble, I try to scram.
I’m hoping he doesn’t give a damn.
But he comes back out, notices my attempt
So he ties me to a pole, and cleans up the window, as not to tempt.
I sit there in the dark room crying my eyes out
I sob “Why am I here? Why can’t I leave?”
He gives me a glare and adjusts his hair
And leaves me to wallow in my own despair.
A day later he returns to my quarters
To me he seems a bit shorter
But I haven’t eaten in a week, my brain’s in disorder.
He wants me to die, he asks what I’d prefer.
I reply “If I must die, make it quick.”
He laughs in my face and says
“I’m not falling for that trick,
Don’t think I don’t know you gays.”
So I sit there bewildered
“What are you gonna do to me?” I sob
He spits in my face,
“This tool’s a total snob”, I mutter.
He turns around to me,
Asks I repeat what I say
I said I dated a guy named Rob
Then he dropped down to pray.
He wanted to pray the gay away
Yet despite his stance on the matter,
I felt even more gay as he prayed.
And that just made him 10 times madder.
So he gets up and slaps me
I scream “Do your worst, hettie!”
With this, he screams like a banshee
Oh, how I know he wants to kill me.
I tease him, I taunt him.
I struggle to flip the bird
His anger’s boiling to the brim
… And the next thing I saw was blurred.
He struck me again,
But I couldn’t feel this one
Yet it left a large scar on my skin
Though the pain was at none.
I pass out, everything is pitch black
All I can hear is the muffled sound of the whack
I never woke up from the aftershock
But the last I could feel is the electric shock.
He picked my sleeping body up
And set me in a chair
He pinned me down, tied me up
And fried me right then and there.
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5. |
Buddha On Mars
13:38
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6. |
Head of the Emperor
07:16
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7. |
Baba Yaga
05:37
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8. |
Saruiwa The Monkey Rock
03:22
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my noise is like evolution
everything
constantly changing
no stagnation
no white noise
no serenity
no...
no forgiveness
only chaos
like the universe
synonymous to life
chaotic, spontaneous,
unsuspecting
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9. |
Faces on Cars
03:48
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stagnation
pain
no more sin
only eternal damnation
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stagnation
pain
no more sin
only eternal damnation
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Wall Outlets
10:03
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Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?
Brother John, Brother John,
Morning bells are ringing! Morning bells are ringing!
Din, din, don. Ding, ding, dong.
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.
Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?
Brother John, Brother John,
Morning bells are ringing! Morning bells are ringing!
Din, din, don. Ding, ding, dong.
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.
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12. |
Door Frames
10:45
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This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on his thumb;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played two,
He played knick-knack on his shoe;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played three,
He played knick-knack on his knee;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played four,
He played knick-knack on his door;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played none
He-
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13. |
Para Eidōlon
07:46
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Hello?
Is anybody there?
Come Out, Come Out,
Wherever you are...
I don't bite...
I promise...
Good child
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Dr. Failure Murfreesboro, Tennessee
I make Noise, or play the guitar terribly, take your pick. I'm 23.
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