1. |
Intro
00:12
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2. |
History
03:31
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Sharp
I bleed history
Walk thru the hostility
Bend my fingers to my will
Brittle to the touch they break they kill
Dry my eyes with defeat
I’ve been here much too long
I watch you praying to the wall
I love to watch the cards fall
(and they will fall)
In this room full of faces
I see humanity’s traces
Your burning desire
Is nothing more than a turn of the trick of your-
Trade
Build
To destroy
Chaos
My chemical toy
Anarchy, aint nothing but a tattoo
A leather jacket or a pair of boots to you
And all your meaningless toys
Drop hard, my weary eyes
eye m not so fond anymore
If I must stand and watch you die
(then must you die?)
In this room full of faces
I see humanity’s traces
Your burning desire
Is nothing more than a turn of the trick of your–
Trade
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3. |
One Trick
03:24
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This is
Completely strange
Eyes to the wall with no spare change
X-ray burns
On my skull
A dialog no one knows
Rubber faces
In the rain
Twisted and shouting
Carosole
Carnivore
I need something more
One trick, one pony
Nobody knows me
I hide in my car
It’s my home
It’s out of the bag
And it’s such a drag
Crayola crayons stain my flesh
Liquid oozing
Out of the walls
Covering everything in my room
Flies are buzzing
All around your head
Yellow and black they wash my brain
Bum me a cigarette
Hey ya got a light?
The universe shifts tonight
One trick, one pony
Nobody knows me
I hide in my car
It’s my home
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4. |
woodstock unvisited
03:01
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5. |
Vulture
02:30
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I went and stole your sonic youth CDs…. Guess I ran amok
I love you baby, and I kill you? Kick, bite, scratch and lick you….
X-ray eyes too bored to try… just leave it alone
Over and over I hear you babbling, the Jesus truck must’ve run over your head
Vultures over head
Now their circling
Now they’re coming down
I watch ‘em land
You son of a bitch you pathetic fool… don’t know where to go don’t know what to do
I’ll buy you a drink, hey what do you think? Better slap yourself before you think…
Let’s go downtown and give it a whirl… Love to love you party girl
Running like hell, better run for shelter, smell your fear smell helter skelter.
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6. |
Machineworld Half-Life
03:21
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Got a machine; I like it so fine
My body is a piece; of the big fat picture
I am a machine; I like it so fine
I pull up my socks; I’m standing in line
Throbbing to the pulse; of the automated vegetable
Throbbing to the pulse; of planetary decay
Throbbing to the pulse; the logic of the crowd
Machineworld half-life; I’m living much too loud
The sun makes; my covering peel
You can see the wires; exposed underneath
Then my battery fades; my song is through
Quick get me another; you know what to do
This kind of life; is no life at all
This kind of life; is better than no life at all
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7. |
Wish For
03:10
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8. |
crunchbird - Sparkflag
06:18
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silica jel/fills my blood/marilyn monroe/ shrink wrapped in plastic/
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10. |
Corpse
04:10
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11. |
Contending the Bone
03:04
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12. |
Outro
00:55
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crunchbird Seattle, Washington
bootleg copies have been traded among friends and fans of Crunchbird, since 1999.
www.youtube.com/@jcrunchbird
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