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Black Silk
03:26
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NIGHT FALLS, BLACK SILK
WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS, MILK GETS SPILT
NIGHT FALLS, ON RED SKY
OUT COMES THE FORTUNE TELLER WITH PINHOLE EYE
IT ONLY TOOK ONE STRAW
FOR THE BACK TO BREAK
PREY FOR THE PEEPS UNDER AND OVER WHILE THE ROAD SHAKES
OUT COME THE WOLVES
OUT COME THE SINNERS
OUT COME THE ONES WHO COULDNT DO NINE TO FIVE AND TV DINNERS
OUT COME THE RATS
OUT COME THE PAGANS
OUT COME THE BLACK ASTRAS HANDBAGS AND HANDGUNS
OUT COMES THE PISS ARTIST
OUT COMES RUDY WHO RULES THE PARK WITH AN IRON FIST
ON COMES THE REDLIGHT
OUT COME THE BROWN AND WHITE
DING GOES THE BELL STREET FIGHT
OUT GOES THE MAN WITH TWO BLACK EYES
IT ONLY TOOK ONE STRAW
FOR THE BACK TO BREAK
PREY FOR THE PEEPS UNDER AND OVER WHILE THE ROAD SHAKES
NIGHT FALLS, BLACK SILK
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Tar and steam
02:51
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OH YEH THE ROAD IS ROUGH
BLACK TAR AND STEAM
BUT I SEE, YOU WAITING FOR ME
THE ROAD IS ROUGH
BLACK TAR AND STEAM
BUT I SING SING SING WHEN THINGS GET STICKY
I PAWNED THE SKY FOR A LIFE AQUATIC
WHERE VAPOUR ROLLED WHITE LIKE A NUNS HABIT
WHERE ZEALOTS WALKED SERAPHIC
AND ANGELS STUMBLED THROUGH BROKEN GLASSES
OPIUM FOR THE MASSES, SLEEP FOR THE WEAK
THEY SAY WORK SETS YOU FREE
BUT FREEDOM BURNS LIKE ACID
CHANGED MY BED FOR A SNAKE PIT
HERE MY HANDS WEAR GLOVES OF ICE AND EVERYTHING BITES
WELL I MADE MY BED, NOW I BEST LIE IN IT
PROTECT MY NECK, WRAP MY ARMS TIGHT AROUND MY HEAD
HERE EVERYTHING DRIPS, EVERYTHING DRIPS
EVERY SINGLE THING MOVES LIKE SPIT FROM COMATOSE LIPS
RAINDROPS ON MY FINGERS TIPS
A CIGGARETTE I SIP MADE FROM PAPERS WET AND SIT
WELCOME TO THE LIFE AQUATIC
THE ROAD IS ROUGH
BLACK TAR AND STEAM
BUT I SING SING SING WHEN THINGS GET, ICKY ICKY
THE ROAD IS ROUGH OH YEH THE ROAD IS ROUGH
WHERE THE SUN DONT SHINE
NAVIGATE WITH MY NOSE NO EYE
STEPPIN ON LAVA WITH TWO BLIND MICE
HOLD FIRE TO MY FACE AND SMILE
THE ROAD IS ROUGH
BLACK TAR AND STEAM
BUT I SING SING SING WHEN THINGS GET STICKY
ICKY ICKY
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Roots
06:42
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I SEE THE COSMIC CLOCK IN THE SHAPE OF A ROCK
OR A LOT, WITH THE HEAVIEST ONES ONTOP
THE DIRT IS WET WITH SWEAT, BUT ONLY ROOTS CAN MOVE YOU NOW
THE EARTH SPINS AND MOVES YOU, DOWN
OF CORSE IT MAKES A SOUND WHEN NO-ONES AROUND
COS I SEE FUNGUS SHAPED LIKE EARS
AND EVERYONE KNOWS ITS THEM THAT DO THE DIRTY WORK ROUND HERE
BLOOD WAS SHED FROM CALLOUSED HANDS BEFORE
BUT NOW NO MANS GONNA LIFT A FINGER
HEWERS OF WOOD, DRAWERS OF WATER
THERES NOTHING HERE FOR THEM NO MORE
ROUND HERE IS FOR THE BOAR
TERMITES THAT SPILL OUT OF EVERY PORE
IN A FIGHT TO SURVIVE I SEE HARMONY NOT WAR
WHY IS IT THAT IN THE AFTERMATH IM SEEIN BABIES BORN?
FIVE SWORN IN FOR EVERY ONE THAT DIES
THE MANY HEADED SERPENT CLIMBS, LIKE IVY WINDS
USING EVERY BIT OF YOU TO REACH THE SUNSHINE
USING EVERY BIT OF YOU TO REACH THE SUNSHINE
HARCORE LIKE IRON ORE
TRAIN TRACKS TO THE VIKING SWORD
MELTED IN THOSE MILLS THAT LIKE HERE ARE NOW OCCUPIED BY ONLY FUNGUS SPORES
RIGHT HERE AND NOW IS THE AFTERMATH
AND NO MANS GONNA LIFT A FINGER
IN THE WILL IT WAS LEFT TO YOU AND WHAT YOU WILL IS WHAT YOU DO
TWISTED ROOTS AND SHOOTS
I SEE YOU GOT THAT HAPPY TRIGGER FINGER
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Guerra Civil
01:18
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LOS COSMICS Granada, Spain
"Andalusian Punk Psyconauts"-The Olive Press
"Cosmic Mountain Blues" - Campo
Weekly
"Fuck off"- Skinny Bob R.I.P
Artwork - Jenna Andreotti
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