1. |
Pheremones
03:01
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You make me dizzy girl
Like I was streetwise on Hennesy
Spinning like raver kids on 10 hits of ecstacy
My mind goes to pieces each time you stand next to me
And my brain releases those chemicals easily
Oh baby don’t you know
Chorus:
I’ve got to get your ways into my world
Oh yes I’ve been feeling lonely for a long time
And I’d like to be what you’ve been up to girl
Oh yes I’ve been feeling lonely for the longest time
Kiss me sweet violet, leave your lipstick all on my face
Baby fix me like vitamins, come and hit me like tidal waves
I want to get with you and mix with that loving taste
Mama I want to introduce my rhythm into your waist
Oh mama don’t you know…
Chorus:
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2. |
Alcoholic Apples
04:06
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Alcoholic apples and melancholy
Breath holding contest with a submarine
The DNA that dangles in my family tree
Designed the mind that’s now frustrating me, well…
I can feel no pain inside my brain
As rhythmic serpents sting in time
Chorus:
And on the far side of the great divide
So far from me lies
What's a perfect state of mind.
Alcoholic apples say we must impeach
A mind so filthy that it could stain bleach
Thank you for that nice advice you gave to me but
I think I’ll do this shit my own way please, well…
I can feel no pain inside my brain
As barefoot shoguns toe the line…
Chorus:
Sailboats soak in setting sun,
the fat old woman with her pug
Stands on the beach and softly tugs
the leash, the dog begins to run
Towards these ships that cost a sum
of money that was stole or won
The sailboats all have now begun
to move, their captains having fun
These rich old men who crave the cunts
of women who have never done
One day of work as old men fund
their trips to the nail and hair salons
As I sit hungry with my songs,
feeling neither right nor wrong.
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3. |
God's Trampoline
05:01
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The door bangs and you’re locked away
For the question you should never ask
Is the animal soul of man
Composed completely of ash?
And just how many minotaurs
With their axes sharp enough to slash
Our necks could disconnect the parts
Where our heads and hearts are gonna clash?
Could you tell me, could you tell me before I explode?
And when I’m on my own and I don’t feel so strong
And the only peace I know is in my songs
I’ve got to dance all day until my shinbones break
In hopes I might forget this ball and chain
Around my ankles where I bleed
Is your brain sprained chemically
Are you going to play the victims card
Cause years spent on God’s trampoline
Have bounced your ass around too hard?
I can’t provide the puzzle piece
But I can contribute just a shard
Do you try to forget your pain
Or do you try to face the scar?
Could you tell me, could you tell me before I explode?
And when I’m on my own and I don’t feel so strong
And the only peace I know is in my songs
I’ve got to dance all day until my shinbones break
In hopes I might forget this ball and chain
Around my ankles where I bleed
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4. |
Idiots Commence Charades
04:31
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They’re bound to go where the fire blows
And they walk amidst the darkness
Their brain’s a vase full of reckless rage
When they’re up against the hardest
Of the merciless tricks the universe picks
To play for its entertainment.
Chorus:
And I can see them in the sunshine
Fighting like a bunch of bastards
With this pain in my Corazon
Idiots who try so hard
To seem to be badass that
They forget what makes men strong
And they douse their fears in a thousand beers
And what’s more there is a punch-line
They’re too cool to love in the clueless cuffs
That arrested all their sunshine
A notorious glitch the glorious itch
To live is a sin in their mind
And we could rule this world if only
We all had the balls to be ourselves
And we would blow our own minds
If we had the balls to be ourselves.
Idiots commence Charades.
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The abyss is but an accident,
A vacuum nearly valueless to
All except the analysts
Who value just to wonder.
Hare Krisna, hardly fed,
What is in your happy head?
Go praise your God, my God is dead now
Leave me here to ponder…
The aching road to vacant home
The tedium of telephones
That will not ring though I’m alone
And going under
And 50 shots of kettle one
Cannot undo what has been done
And if we all are mothers’ sons
Why aren’t we brothers?
Captured in my weary eyes
That see no truth but cannot lie
There is a spark that will not die
Though I am torn asunder
Laugh with me my hearty friends
For better days that lie ahead
The drums will dance for those again
Who still believe in thunder…
Go chill a cup of chocolate chai
And flavor it with cyanide
Invite your troubles to come try
With cream and sugar
And though we are so full of pride
Let’s put the arrogance aside
And let the universal mind
Inform each other
Sexually transmitted dinosaurs
Watch mother earth get fucked by the universe.
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6. |
D-A-N-K
00:34
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Watch for the stain
When I spill my brain
I’m awfully glad you came
Tied to the tracks I see the train
These flashy ads and aims
Are pasted on my window pane
I find it hard to play the game
White picket neighbors find so keen
Chorus:
But oh I will persist
Though an exit does exist
I’ve got a razor and a wrist
But too much pride now to
Combine the two and quit
Floss everyday
To keep your crowns and molars clean
Watch your TV
To learn the person you should be
Your dad’s a stress machine
Who is choking on his broken dream
He said your hope’s a foolish thing
Not worth its weight in pinto beans
But oh I will persist
Though an exit does exist
I’ve got a handgun and a head
But too much pride now to
Combine the two and quit
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8. |
Everybody's Dead
05:24
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I saw you with a chain saw chain
Wrapped around your hand so tight
Saw you swinging with the same old blame
At the people that surround your life
Saw you screaming at the same freight train
Looking for the same old fight saying:
Chorus:
“I’ve got to get away
Its always in my head
And I only seem insane
Because everybody’s dead.”
I saw you in the pouring rain
Trying to wash your black heart white
Saw you singing with the same old strain
Wondering what the crowd would like
Saw you flushing down the same old drain
All the bullshit that you wipe saying:
Chorus:
And a box of eyes unblinking saw you in the star filled skies
A thinker sinking in the quicksand with no wristband
For admission to the real world.
Until a foxhole finds you sitting with a clear line of sight
For hitting what is a bull’s eye marked across you heart
While your brain plays sniper in the dark
And then a phone chord snakes its way through
The corkscrew parade, twisting life like rinds of limes
In drinks that drunk bartenders make and when
The sledge hammer astronauts all demolish the moon
Go ask yourself whose side you’re on and
Get your self together friend before you’re dead too…
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9. |
Vampires
03:46
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Dancing like I’ve only got one day left to live
Do you catch my drift?
Its hard to be graceful when you’re trying not to trip
I’m sick of being lied to by fellow human beings
And if you think like I do, you’ve got some enemies
And this Aquarius has a hell of a shit list to read…
Chorus:
I’ve got no love for these vampires oh oh oh oh oh
They’re making it so hard to be inspired oh oh oh oh oh
I’ve got no love for these vampires oh oh oh oh oh oh
All that I desire is the strength now to be
Dancing like I’ve only got one day left to live
And no love to give
To the ugly umpire putting teeth marks on my neck.
I’m so tired of people on the soap opera trip
And starring in the sequel, when the backstabbing begins now
Ok, I guess the cast was just the bastards that I called my friends.
Chorus:
You’re like a freak-show baby in your cheap disguises
Feeling weak, slow, and shady hitting tweek devices
Should we go maybe to the bridge for diving?
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10. |
The Hypochondriac
05:02
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I sit and read this here helpful health magazine
The symptoms apply to me, oh no!
What’s tuburculosis? And what’s multiple sclerosis?
And what’s this lump on my testicles I found?
Call me an ambulance now call the doctor because
Chorus:
In the first place if I am sick I cannot work in which case
I can’t pay those doctor bills that stack so high in front of me
So just to be safe I will stay in bed today
And let the good old x-ray techs take tests with their lil ole
X-ray specks, oh my! In my disinfected room I live
My disinfected life…
I am so grateful for the news every night
It tells me what those smart scientists find
Oh no! the air I’m breathing, the cell phone calls I’m receiving
Are chalked full of this radiation lord and its vanquishing me
And all my vitamin C, call the doctor cause…
Chorus:
Well you can do what you like
But someday your gonna have to die now…
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11. |
The Reaper Song
02:15
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I’ve been around, I've seen the town take its fee
I seen the breeze hit the sea, looking for something to be
I’ve fucked around and done a lot of silly things
Running far in the dark, trying hard to outrace me
And as I watch the fading sunset comb its fingers
Through the hair of the air dying free
I wonder to myself if I will be so beautiful and brave
When the reaper comes for me
You can’t hold a sound or its proud energy
In your hands but you can dance if you’re bold enough you see
And where the ground meets a boundless sky of dreams
You can go there you know if you close your eyes and leap
And as I watch the trees of august drop their tumbling tragic leaves
In broken wreaths on the dying green
I cannot help but wonder to myself what I will someday be
When the reaper comes for me.
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12. |
Blue Skies
05:39
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To be in blue skies
And get lost as clouds go by
Well I’ve still got to find a way to fly
And if you lost me in your eyes,
Darling don’t apologize
Because we all try to find a way to fly
Beneath blue skies
Chorus
Wondering if I will see the light of day
Again my friend
Wondering if things will ever go my way
Again my friend
I’m struggling now but I think I’ll be ok
Its only pain
And every goddamn thing I know today
I learned the hard way
The love that’s in your mind
Is the same that lives in mine
And we live hard but, lord knows that we cry
And if you lost me in your eyes
I’ll see you on the other side
Where we live hard knowing that someday we’ll die
Beneath blue skies…
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13. |
The Weight
04:33
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I said I know you hear my precious pulse repeating
But it don’t mean I’m no dead man
When my love is kissing my neck I don’t feel like kissing back
And it hurts to smile like my lips were chapped and
She asks me “Why do you look so sad?”
And I tell her if there’s a reason that I feel so low
Its one that I don’t know
Chorus:
But the weight’s on me and I don’t know if I can hang
When the shadows in my brain come between my love and me
And I ain’t so scared when it is my time to die
But I am so fucking afraid of the thoughts that fill my mind
While I am alive
I said I know I’ve got many friends around me
I’m 23 years old and counting
I’ve got a lovely girl and she loves me good
In North Hollywood
So the mystery then that detectives should
Try their best to solve is why I would
Start to feel so bad even though my life’s so good, oh I know
Its all illogical but…
Chorus:
Slower than a tortoise wearing gravity boots and
Trying to yank and oak tree by its roots
You know you’re bound to fall.
Holding up the sky till your spine gives way
And your back folds like an accordion plays
Your pushing to much weight….
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14. |
The Hungry Halls Of Hell
03:10
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In the hungry halls of Hell I spit my name
And what, I pray thee tell, is that sick black thing,
That’s cancerous to my common sense
And castrates all my consciousness
Till I care about nobody else but me?
I want to believe in some grand plan
Bigger than the asshole that I am
I try to be a rainbow
But I just turn into shade though
When my ego eats up all my colored crayons
In the hungry halls of Hell I expect no rain
And as for peace of mind I expect the same
And though I’m terrified and half insane
I would not trade this life for anything.
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15. |
Good bye
01:53
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Pray that I don't make that grave mistake
Giving this world less than I will take
Trains tugging 12 tons of selfish freight
And Adolf Hitler's eating apples by the lake
And what I'm finding true upon this earth
Is that most know never learn what dream is worth
But if to your dreams you dream to give birth
You got to win the fight inside of yourself first
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A perfect apocalypse of roses
Chasing an omen
And it’s hardest to keep your heart wide open
When it can be broken
All the birds in the sunrise
Are raping the bone-dry face of the ocean
When the merchants of emptiness have spoken,
Choose or be chosen…
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The nemesis of architects are earthquakes and the snow
And the enemy of a yes is a hell no
The opponent of odor is some old spice and cologne
But a man at war with himself is his own foe
Oh oh oh oh
Come watch me and God go toe to toe
I’m swinging with black eyes and broken bones
I’ve learned this 20 times but I still don’t know
How not to forget that I’ve got this soul
I count a lonely 1,2,3 and I jump
Into this feeling so blue
And I never meant to treat you
Like a creature or a fool
And if I have to crumble
Well I deserve that too…
Come watch me and God go toe to toe
I’m swinging with 9 lives a busted nose
And all bullshit aside you can fake your flow
But love is a lie on the lips of a criminal
I count a lonely 1,2,3 and I jump
Into this feeling so blue
And you know it seemed like a party
When I started to feel so new
I never knew that I would crumble
When my buzz was through
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19. |
The Imp (Album Outtakes)
04:21
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We couldn’t even scream
By the street light where no light is
And if it’s a dream
Won’t you pinch my trembling hide when
Everyone I know hurts so deep
They feel like dying
Crying in my bones
I wanna know
What is that Imp
That fucks your head
That turns a good soul
Into a head stone
That turns my best friends
All into dead men
That tears my heart
And wracks my brain
What is this love affair
We have with pain
Does the answer have a name?
Lurking there
In the back of the mind
Where the feeble spark
Begins to start…
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The Atma Los Angeles, California
A brazen mix of psychedelic-street-funk and soul-punk-philosophy, The Atma was an L.A. based power trio that never quite managed to catch their big break in spite of some very promising music. Best known for their quirky, edgy, and unapologetic style, the band’s recordings still attract new followers to this day. ... more
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