1. |
All My Love
03:17
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all my love is an anchor in you
I pray it hits the core of you
this is all I believe anymore
all my love turns the pages of memory
of long selfish loneliness
if I was an mountain I would be rich with rain
I'm afraid you're going to go away
go away!
I'm afraid you're gonna go away
go away, go away, go away, go away!
I'm afraid!
all my love is a snake in the grass
waiting for a hole to see through you
this is all I can do anymore-
if I was an apple I would feed the serpentine
I'm afraid you're gonna go away
go away!
I'm afraid you're gonna go away
go away go away go!
I'm afraid
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2. |
Bad Deal
06:13
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look the vulture in the eye
when all that's left to eat is vermin
the christian bells sounding
off the cannibal corpse head
honest man takes the fall
trying to make it up
drunkards pissing in the well
don't even know to care
snakes wrap light up in their skulls
they don't even trust themselves
we're making a bad deal-
look the devil in the eye
he swore that he could find you
the oppressed shake their rotten spell
like the shadow of a hand from the clouds
when they're down hold on tight
so they can't fly away
the virgin beauty gets her goat
with a golden bell wrapped around it's throat
marvel at their abilities
like animals
making a big deal
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3. |
Cursed
01:58
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shake her face off his fallen tree
in a sad land where we worship money
-see I found this color TV
someone left it out in the alley
plug it in, see if it works
then we'll go get some stuff
the lights of the city still make me
feel like I am in the movies
stunned standing stoned and free
-lets go get a coffee
plug me in, see if I work
the tubes are glowing
so cursed, yet knowing
pour her face on his sunken bone
a simulacrim for not feeling alone
the red herring of your fixed pornography
can't be taken seriously
an army of jerks
-yet knowing
so cursed
cursed
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4. |
Circle of Tyrants
04:32
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5. |
Billy Bob
05:45
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Billy Bob sits there naked in a wheelchair
count the countless spectators stares
the sympathy is what really gets to me
empty, sweet emptiness
we dream about getting high all the time when we're awake
and when we dream we forget that we're not awake
alive she cried seem vain bullshit sentiment
empty, sweet emptiness
stay away from me but I really need you to stay
but I know you don't want to so I'll spare your humility
like some proud cowboy from some Americana propaganda
the clamor of manifestations born out of lies
causing so much strain displayed in real time
ongoing, ongoing all of the time
Billy Bob's a poster boy for cerebral palsy
raising funds at a stampede in Calgary
awkward smiles, churning of bile,
the ass parade of a pornographic culture
no milk, no flower, just barren wombs and spilt seeds
unborn from the frowns of her unmet needs
carrots dangling from marquee lights
witches loveless flailing resulting in fist fights
celebrate atrocity bone crushing vulgarians
swallow your shit and stay blind to the treason
of nurturing hedonistic spartan sensibilities
an endless embrace of sex, war and hockey
tempered with ceremonious sympathy
Rick Hanson and Ronald McDonald
will cure our sick children
while we send military to plundered Afghanistan
never wave a fucking flag of blood soaked maple leaf
imperialistic vampires that generate hate
when cold bloodied systematic murder isn't evil
what could be? no one can say, no one will say
-as long as the barons lay their oil pipe lines
pump their Texas tea straight out of hell
You don't have to be a prophet to forecast the outcome
once you've edified bad faith in the common space
confuse the child with bogus humanity
until nothing is left except for the savoring of irony
it's so sicking, yeah, I feel sick
and it's not the urine stench from leaky catheter bags
it's the look on the face that expects to feel disgrace
for telling the truth poorly veiled behind
the insidious pride of the zombie kind
the insidious pride of the zombified
the wicked blasphemy, normalized-
Knowing the infidel means knowing myself
all around I see the vanity of rising beasts
hold me closely warm hug of marijuana-
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6. |
The Weather
03:23
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might as well talk about the weather
how you ain't feeling better
how nothing lasts forever
might as well make a fresh start
stop feeling sorry for our broken hearts
might as well talk about the weather, might as well
now I see people pacify
not waiting for the sky to fall down
lamenting natural phenomenon
too much time on your out reached hands
you go on and on about the evil that men do
you ask you help and then you ask again
might as well talk the weather
instead of insinuating whether or not
it is a full time job holding it together
(repeat 1st verse)
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7. |
Yearning and Rapture
02:38
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yearning and rapture take part in breaking the heart
jagged shards of a skull laid out on a table
next to a gun
love is the only real key
out of my head, out of hand
out of his religious consciousness
knowing that love and fear are one
when will we finally understand
stop all reprimanding
casting vengeance as virtue
higher and higher climbing down this pit-
there is no direction but forward
whichever way that you are facing
is the only way that you will ever know
and you can go
but you cannot know without the love of one
just like how you can never see without the sun
like how you can never see without the sun
light and vision have always been one
light and vision are one
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8. |
Kulture
02:54
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our favorite memory
not hatched out right
the man supports her fallen dreams
and holds her body tight
it's an ingrown fallen thing
that keeps us in line-
our home and native land
revision all the time
reconstitution of a need
and hold her body tight
it's collective fantasy
that makes this seem right-
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9. |
Eulogy
02:52
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we need faith, heal the hole that haunts us
still free falling along bad ways
on fertile shores the ground is calling
lay down body die
lay down body die
we need faith to let the days die
still feeling the devil's spell
it's coming from the center
the center of our dreams
the center of the earth
so put on your holy garments
and we'll wait out the second god
some say he's like a pirate
but most don't believe at all
(most will believe anything)
all bless the sick and dying
so that they'll become good earth
why won't you walk me through your party
when everything's in bloom
everything bloom
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10. |
Vanity Of Lords
02:15
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a desperate clench of unholy mirage
mock laws, the vanity of the lords
unspeakable, unbroken, unspoken-
if you believe that over-population is the issue
why don't you kill yourself?
it's okay, you really can my man-
a mysterious chill from an inner horror
doctors advocating wars
artificial healing systems unsurpassed
on full fucking blast!
an asshole is like a mouth but vomits shit
to objectify every fucking thing
'are over-paid cops really better than
underpaid missionaries?'
landmine factory worker unions
a failed indigenous holocaust
christian liquor and jewish porn
all coming together, hey
and the music industry is behind it all the way
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11. |
Say No More
04:02
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say no more about breaking out
breaking out of scene
a military vision of missionaries
spreading holy seed-
a carrier of vision lost in flight
several views beyond the sight
a burning bitch gets inside a beautiful mind
in a minute it will all seem alright
once the pill dissolves in your insides
in a minute the sky will get real bright
once the needle finds you inside-
(repeats except for the 3rd and 4th lines-
a missionary's vision of military
spreading their dis-ease)
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12. |
Moonlight
02:07
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coolies believe in crystals and freeze
reflecting light so cool, so tight
frost outside, balmy and white
faces wake up in the moon-
moonlight!
central agency authority
represented in fields of sorcery
organic pigs fed by polluted seas
sharks trap lovers in reality t.v.s
glowing frisbees and luminous kites
surrender together true lovers unite
rip off the face that fakes it's own flight
throw glowing frisbees in the moon-
moonlight!
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13. |
Frank Paul
02:11
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songs retained magnetic taped
songs about a new police state
hasten you to celebrate
from beyond the call
feel so tall
adrenalin just kicks right in
hold the bad guy
take him in-
reform penitentiary
reconsider civility
feel the hand wrapping round the ball
-take hold!
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14. |
Dance For Janine
03:32
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15. |
I Am A Child
04:04
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16. |
Speak To Me
06:04
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17. |
Old man
05:17
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18. |
Long Black Veil
03:17
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A Rented Crutch Recordings Vancouver, British Columbia
'A Rented Crutch Recordings' embody a variety of sound, noise and music recordings centered around the projects of Chad
MacQuarrie. These include bands Karen Foster, Assertion and Swanvista, aliases such as The Chads and Dubstawk as well as collaborations Ello Gail, IMI, Burning Bridges, Island/MacQuarrie, ThisHiss and Car/Mac.
These recordings range from 1983 up until the present.
Enjoy, please!
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