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DARK PATH (INTRO)
00:31
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(Dog barking hard)
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TANK OF BUTANE
03:11
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In the city on a dark path
I walk alone on my endless way home,
it's a pretty gritty way to dig deep
into the consciousness striving for
change, here I am.
I pass by a tank of butane,
it`s 3 a.m.
On time as a Japanese train…
Some serious thoughts hit my mental health in the centre
it's war between right and wrong.
And there's no rule in this madness no stop button to press
this whisper goes on and on.
And then I run below where I belong.
Fast like Devers Gail.
Wooo soaked to the bones.
In the war committee deep inside me
I kill the real deal and feel the unreal,
it's a pretty shitty way to creep deep
into the consciousness striving for change, here I am.
I detonate down the lane to insane
bam bam, it bangs me and bangs me again.
It's all about you...
There must be some kind of shortcut to take
there must be some kind of shortcut,
the whisper goes on I need to take a break.
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3. |
JULY LULLABY
02:24
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The night is fallin' down I sense some tension
I have abused my day with procrastination
I've arrived on the final station
I want to fall asleep and run a dream creation...
Attention! A mosquito raid invades!
Straight up I try to fight patience authority
the pressure in blood rise I'll show brutality.
I think of smacking him against the wall with no humanity
but the blood upon the wall, I wonder how I'm gonna hide that?
It's just the same situation every year in July
I have to turn on protection, the poison made in Shanghai
I might lose some compassion, I kill for comfort oh yeah!
Something's sucking my blood now
The itch becomes unbearable tomorrow I'll look terrible...
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Natural born bullshitter
spitting on my own existence, spitting on my own existence
disaffected, unconnected to a concern with the truth.
With deceptive misrepresentation I am messing with your brain,
as an everlasting tumour cell, everlasting tumour cell.
Oooooooo
I am hypnotized by my own words,
Oooooooo
my tongue's a flying Concorde.
Pro lecture’s calling...
I act for living I am seeing
through colours in white and black,
I fake it till I make it
in fact I never look at it back.
Natural born bullshitters human superstars,
natural born bullshitters no one is left apart.
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5. |
TREMENDOUS MOOD SWINGS
03:46
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Hey what type of drug do you do, huh ?
And what do you do to get your hands on your shit motherfucker ?
I was drinking Coke, everything was cool,
until a small imperfection brings on thousand old frustrations.
Texas storm on dope tornado came along,
tremendous mood swings knock at the door
avoiding this for days, it leaves a bitter taste, especially in thise case.
We have tried to find connections.
Oo one boy on the edge of the madness,
the edge of the madness swaying oo one boy.
Unpredictable, so illogical,
how fast those mood swings bring on filth
and thousand of old frustrations out of coordination,
the strangest combination.
We have tried to find connections he was picking holes,
ups and downs in communication cause he was picking holes.
I see situation turns unreal after.
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6. |
SICK JACKEN
02:07
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Coincidentally I walked in downtown L.A.
And coincidentally I step in "La Cita" too.
Ready for the action I am not going by myself,
I try to understand how far and safe I can push my range.
Fili, Rich and Laura, Thera is backing up on us,
ready to hit the party we bump in to "La Cita" bar.
Is it coincidental ? Nobody knows that !
A strange force drives me to the sick side.
It feels like TV fiction when I suddenly look left,
is this the big payback ? Guess what? I`ve traced Sick Jacken`s face!
Hector, Kei and Jack, tequila is shining on the rise,
now as you`re doing nothing I have the greatest fucking time.
Is it coincidental ? Nobody knows that !
Restroom doubts hang firm upon the wall it makes no sense.
Restroom doubts
I see signs expanding mirrors when I am down to wash my hands
Restroom doubts
The question comes out logical coincidence or faith ?
After 7 beers it feels like thrills deliver thrills.
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7. |
BIRDS & PIGEONS
03:14
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It`s amazing, how lungs can fully breathe when they have their space,
I stink like a pregnant woman dancing in a smoky place.
Disgrace is chasing faces
changing `em in many cases,
on my first mistake in ages
I got a punch from Bruce Lee.
The price is rising, people staring
(can`t change it)
at a pregnant woman dancing in a
smoky place.
I am the patient I refuse new rations
(can`t change it)
my one and only greed is the greed for weed.
Maybe my brain is down, I might appear as clown,
the happy clown riding dark clouds,
bringing the message..
This is the bomb this is the bomb set on by Katie Holmes.
This is the bomb this is the bomb set on by Katie Holmes.
I can change it, my lungs can fully breathe when they have their space
it s amazing, how strong a cigar burns in an open place.
Disgrace is chasing faces
Changing `em in many cases.
My first mistake in ages
my first mistake was not the last one..
I hear birds crashing windows,
can no catch flying rats and
the cats are choking in row,
meanwhile pigeons go.
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8. |
THE AFGHAN HOUND
02:46
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The Afghan Hound likes to sweep dusty floors,
funky corps of sparrows being sore to the core,
with no pain there’s no gain tomorrow.
I bet Chris Hannah is jerking off on Jenny Fiorentino.
Parallel universe we get carried away
while the whole population is rating.
I have my lows, I am thrilling like I got dismembered,
I presuppose the tube won`t let me go.
Videos, are picked up based on random sequence,
comments flow.
I`ll do it now, procrastination over nations, lack of motivation.
now, procrastination over nations dreams for generations.
Do it now do it now do it now no no tomorrow.
I condemn those 7 friends on line for wasting all my time
we're hating side by side, procrastination
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Beat DNA a.k.a the San Antonio bay,
curiosity led me straight to a suburban way,
I left before afterhours.
In a candy store I got a sweet from a ladyboy,
I drew a tie but the night was fine with a quick goodbye,
I was done before afterhours.
The next day I got up by dawning,
S.T.D. paranoia calling, S.T.D. paranoia calling.
Prejudice is striking bullets in my warzone
on outgroups,
physical supremacy , mental superiority.
Prejudice is striking bullets in my warzone
on outgroups,
physical supremacy , mental superiority.
Now I am stuck in this thought as the flow goes low,
he asked for smoke, I had doubts, he was broke, no joke,
I am not here to share superpowers.
He soon got lost like a ghost I could feel no trust,
I should expand the range to change the cultural exchange,
but that`s not in my power.
And I wonder
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When the guardian is out I am here with my briefcase,
I am bursting inside with some real good emotions.
If there’s was no time I would stay in for 6 days,
time is running fast when there’s real good emotions.
Good days bad days,
we fly off the handle to kick the matter.
When the guardian is back I’m packingmy briefcase,
we get in the car with some real good emotions,
avoiding patrols take the long way just in case,
I am driving you home with some real good emotions.
Wait man, where`re we going now ?
I am driving you home with some real good emotions.
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11. |
I HARDLY REMEMBER NAMES
03:12
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Yeaaaah !
I dig her classy eyes its Condolina Rice,
Condolisa? Condolizard?
I hardly remember names but I recall the face,
Condolizard.
I got the scissors I got the stone but
who`s got the paper ? The big bad beaver.
I see much Moody’s smut and bloody papercuts,
but it doesn't really matter now I quit.
I wanna do it twice, I wanna do it twice, I wanna do it twice.
As I ward from the alley of slaves I can breathe like I am barely safe,
the dream of crib burns while I’m feeding the rats,
the dream of crib burns now you do the math.
As I ward from the alley of slaves I can breathe like I am barely safe,
the dream of crib burns while I’m feeding the rats,
the dream of crib burns now you do the math.
I dig her classy eyes its Condolina Rice,
I hardly remember names but I recall the face.
And there is time for haze.
Disturbing fairy tales fulfilled with nonsense,
cold ass lizards cold as blizzards.
Instead of losing sense I play all in by chance,
I cheat wizards I cheat wizards.
I got the scissors I got the stone but
who`s got the paper ? The big beaver.
I see much Moody`s smut and bloody papercuts
but it doesn't really matter now I quit.
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12. |
MAYDAY
02:40
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Mayday, I’m falling fast I may exceed it, the speed limit,
maintain calm and fasten tonight it's only going down.
Down no slowing down, down to my home town.
Auto pilot on, no helmet on my dome,
perspectives so long in malice one by one.
What goes uphill must come down.
A sword to weed out U.F.O. and hysteria is stalking terrestrials.
A sword to weed out you, toxic materia, greets from Slovenia.
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13. |
FINISH IN BALANCE
03:17
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I never thought about the enchant andthe mirror
I never thought of being ancient and a zero.
I better stick to me so I’ll never regret it,
no matter what at the end I’ll lose my crown.
I start to see those, 45 angels 45 aliens
taking me now, taking me now
45 angels 45 aliens are taking me now,
taking me now, are taking me now, taking me now so far.
The old man's shaking hands washing pain at a dry fountain,
will I ever understand?
The old man's shaking hands washing pain at a dry fountain,
will I ever understand?
I never thought about the merchant of mirrors
I never thought of being a Martian and a zero.
I better stick to me so I’ll never forget it,
no matter what at the end I’ll lose my crown.
I start to see through.
Balance best be there when you gotta sail so far, so far..
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KENNYBAL SMITH Gradišče Nad Prvačino, Slovenia
Arrogant band from Slavonija, roba crust since 2003. All members born in Yugoslavia.
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