1. |
return on investment
03:45
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it’s a horse on a rack
it’s a fly with a spine
under constant attack
it’s not a common thing, it’s mine
it’s a syringe on a roll
it’s just plain white noise
it’s a syphilic foal
it’s a blast for the boys
angels come and puke
they come in two by two
i want return on invest
i’ve got my issues, too
they put their bayonets on
without a shadow of a doubt
your song i wish it was mine
cause i know what it’s about
it’s a sudden regret
it’s a self conscious joint
it’s not tasty, it’s dead
it’s time to come to the point
generals defecate
and seek a brighter day
thoughts procrastinate
solutions taunt and pray
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For a jerk you’ve come a long way
nursing your sweethearts, raising your breed
sweeping your backyard, sorting out weeds
sparing a hug, fixing a hole
giving a shrug to the girl on the pole
it’s ranking, not wanking
it’s poultry, not poetry
it’s money trees, not funny please
it’s royalties, not loyalties
estimate madness on a scale
when whatever you do you don’t need it to pay off at any rate
plastered geek just gimme one more hint
and whatever you need I’m gonna serve it on a silver plate
makin’ up a livin’, turning the latch
makin’ up an image, makin’ your match
nursing neurosis, counting the days
mental necrosis, a condition to praise
it’s ranking, not wanking
it’s poultry, not poetry
it’s money trees, not funny please
it’s royalties, not loyalties
Acid boy tripping on your fear
When everybody else is out there laughing out with mass appeal
Ginger jerk, you’re so pale, you’re clear
And wherever you’re moving you end up putting your shoulder to the wheel
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lard
04:23
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Lard
Speaking of us we’re out on probation
With a head full of wizz there ain’t no hesitation
We’ve been baptised in lard
We’ve been hallowed by goo
Blessed by a toxic retard
Put into service by you
Can you hear us approach with a dreadening drone
Paper tissue cars with zero crumple zone
And we say pull out the plug
Release all the dirt
Mutilation
Ruby nation
Rosebud raising
Falling from grace
Speaking of us our dusty lungs yell
Our eponymous cough shames a church tower’s bell
We’ve been out in the hail
We’ve been inside the tanks
We’ve been put on the nail
We washed up on the banks
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the day the earth puked
04:45
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The Day the Earth puked
throw it up, throw it up
and let it spill now
Venomous fallout, sulphur and ash
Coating all meadows, screaming jack flash
The rivers are boiling, their beds’ cooking up
A fantastic concoction, hold on we’re blowing up
tears it up, rips the ground and pours out
glooming molasses
penetrating the crust, perforating the soil now
macma in masses
fire in the attic, fire in the hole
panic on the streets of London, Rome and Bangalore
the roof is on fire – let the motherfucker burn
the books of books are granting some extra pages to turn
burning bright, flickering and shining
the rocks are slamming
pyroclastic alarm, geological update
earth reprogramming
let the drum rolls roar and the trumpets shine
one more twitch and it’s all gone
it’s all mayhem, deconstructing joy
it’s a Technicolor yawn
it’s the big bang repossessing you
and your ultimate confession’s true
the whole orbit’s in for something new
let the black hole soak the dawn
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New Plans for the International Prime Time Show
we groom our hair, we shine our shoes, indulge ourselves in pain
we scar our souls, we mess our minds and mix our grapes with grain
our reputation sure is vile, who dares to read our note
our poly-toxic legacy’s by far too rude to quote
and legions of supremacy have long ceased to believe
there’s any chance for us to have a good card up our sleeve
So who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Get yourself another face,
make your head a better place
and they will comprehend
the boatman steers towards the cliff, his eyes are glazed with joy
he’s looking forward to the blow, it’s been so long oh boy
The sage up in his tower cell has lost his way to think
He can’t remember any spell and throws up into the sink
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synchronized synthetics
03:23
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Synchronized Synthetics
you lick along the lookalike
a lack of look’s a book you hide
along the loop you lock inside
a saint’s a sin and soft a spike
a joke’s a joke’s no fun at all
a fiend’s a fake for fans to fall
the prospect of a prosper life’s
enough for some to sickly strife
one-sided dies don’t roll along
It’s so hard to realise you’re wrong
When you’re just one step away from coming true
You rise against the wrecks of wrath
to reconstruct the fighter’s path
around the globe distracted by
the synchronized synthetic high
a high so strong and so intense
it robs you of your natural sense
for fighter’s paths, for natural fights,
for lefts who love their righteous rights
you drift along the noxious drift
obnoxious foes give you a lift
to only take you out and then
you’re back to start the game again
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You can trade in your luck for doom
Fumes of green release
A sharable disease
Twitching toes reveal
There is something left to steal
Arrogance ain’t might
Your contestants are soiled with blight
And all your phoney advertising smells so horrific
You can trade in your luck for doom
Contemplating the engine room
Anxiolytics and laxatives
At the end of the shaft it’s all
Rock Bottom
Echoing under your feet
No one up there will believe
You hit rock bottom
Rock bottom
Scenes of scorn reflect
A machinery of neglect
Suffocating the corporate clowns
It’s arousing the federal frowns
I reckon you don’t know
That they can make their semen glow
It’s as fertile as a stone but it feels so terrific
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8. |
lila
04:01
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Plastic Soup Köln, Germany
Poly-toxic urban drone blues melody cocktail
Plastic Soup is:
Till - vocals, guitar
Tim - guitar, vocals
André - bass
tba - drums
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