1. |
ST
00:55
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2. |
Uncle Scam
05:20
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Government smack but the government tragic-
ally
Professes it protects our rights to live
Free
But the government gets into everything
It wants you to believe
You can't live independent without its
Blanket of security
It feeds and feeds
It feeds
Until everyone
is feeding
But no one's
providing nourishment
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3. |
Burning Effigies
04:32
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Brunette Bedouin baby
You lookin good all covered up
Love the way you prey!
Your men are out burning effigies
You're like a disease
Oh to follow through
Remember the towers
All those people
All fall down
Catatonic sinister
They kill Israeli minister
Then scurry back into their holes
Israeli tanks begin to roll
Again again they playing war
You'd think they'd grow eventually bored
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4. |
AT
00:38
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5. |
Herd
03:37
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A new expedition into the old mine
Looking for answers to what lay behind
Led to a room that was easy to find
Littered with bones, rotting books of old rhyme
Who needs a flashlight
to see through the dark night?
The party went further and echoes were heard
Who'd been here before and what they had learned
Food became scarce they had feasted on turd
Huddling in shame like a malnourished herd
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6. |
IC
00:45
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7. |
Plum & Froth
03:26
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Here's to no regret
For sexy sow Annette
We lay in her dorm all night
She kept concealed her sex
I'm not talkin about anything at all
I suspect her Roman Catholic Puerto Rican blood
and the image of her scolding father hovering above
Blued my balls like toilet cleaner
Blue with every flush
Sometimes you know I think of her
with ready hand
Envisioning her succulent vulvic plum
Thy f(roth) doth rise again
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8. |
CL
00:47
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9. |
Ravi Wankuh
04:49
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No one really wants to know
About how you pulled it off
No one really wants to hear
About it
You keep talkin'
You're putting me to sleep
Don't you ever get sick of yourself?
When I woke this morning
It was a strange year
Found I could identify
Found I could identify with no one here
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10. |
ING
01:01
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Black Love Athens, Georgia
Whirrd! Summer 2001, Georgia, USA. Rich Hudson hadn't been in a band since the demise of Atlanta's "BOB" in '99. Brian Cook left the Atlanta music scene in the mid 90s after bass-ing for Pineal Ventana, The Titanics and Accustat. Taste here the swampy electronic provocations shrouded in humorous pop unpleasantness. But, "Don't be alarmed, It's just a house trying to look like a space ship". ... more
Black Love recommends:
Instant Everything, Constant Nothing
by Untied States
Art school sonic onslaught.
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Mellow fi, electro folk birthed in the musical oblivion of Dacula; 1/2 way 'tween Athens and Atlanta Gee A.
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SUBSONICS "In the Black Spot" LP
by Subsonics
A timeless genre performed convincingly by Atlanta greats "Subsonics".
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Trevor Powers, formerly known as Youth Lagoon, offers "music for our digital coma" across a melancholic surprise LP.
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The Frosted Original
by Ian Crane
Twinkling, glitched-out ambience punctuated by bubbling beats: think Stereolab's foundation if they were less European and more Californian.
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