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The Gipper
03:02
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Only he's got the funky laughter
only he's got the true blue mapper
only he's diggin' the jiggin'
only he sees what things are happenin' on earth within
O, The Gipper
only he's got the letters, better knowing
when to lay down before him
he takes the knowledge, puts it to your feet and says
"hatred I do not own, but love I keep."
O, The Gipper
He's a lover not a fighter, only he's got the laughter
burning, brighter and brighter
O, this king of sage
the child does ask him
his knowledge of things
and beings, in the words of the king
O, The Gipper
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2. |
Harry The Hedonist
04:37
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Harry was a carpenter
broken bottled filled his living quarters
nickel broke, feeding his cat, spam
when is he gonna find a man?
take it..
harry didn't have a care, he just
did what the brain below his hair told 'em
On the totem he's so far low
Harry went to The Cobra
got a beer, then another beer, and a whiskey
not much later he was feeling frisky
looking for a some young boy to satisfy
the rush, the high, O
Harry didn't have a care, he just
did what the brain below his hair told em
On the totem he's so far low
Harry made a pact with satan
go forth and live for knowledge, sex, and violence
the fruit of the gods, the way of death
Seth, was the victims name, poor Seth
got blown away one day
take it...
Harry didn't have a care, he just
did what the brain below his hair told em
On the totem he's so far low
Will he come back?
Harry will you come back?
Will you come back and see this thru?
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3. |
Potlatch
08:04
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well the sun gives without receiving
the burning leaves smoke and the children play
believing my eyes when I see castles burning
and they think they can make it when they play outside
but desire and greed are their vices
we are splicing ourselves but not our
needs, wicked, smoking leaves
I went to the town hall yesterday
looking for a friend, exchanging gifts in thanks
please to meet you, rape you, kill you
I went to the group today, blundered by the signs
crying and petrified, seeing the leaves in fall
spreading the green grass a blanket of carried weight
now free, now lost, like me I must be a small being
at a cost of lowering my self, do I die, or survive
this next catch, a gathering of faces, nobody knows
I've only seen her online, O what a sigh, these guys
are blind as am I, crying, smelling, burning leaves,
shoulder holding, wallet snatching, good for nothing liars
catching the next train, away from this next Potlatch,
this place has no corporate hand
to truly get the most of of their land when lines come to lines
O baby, did you read the sign?
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4. |
Acephale
03:22
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it overtakes you
like a the feeling of a fork against a plate
it wants to break you
it'll do it when you enuciate these words
Acephale
The head, the body
dismembering me
problematic pastish when the flowers want
seeding the sows of oceans, gravitating to the east
the beast with 10 heads awaits, kissing, caring
feeble bodied, and the 99 are awake
the 1 cometh, savior, says the stars
'tis a sin to masterbate,
enunciate
Acephale
The head, the body
dismembering me
Without a father, the children die
without a leader, the people cry
withought a savior, the mourners lie
but realize the head within
ontop of your heart with golden shoulders
the truth of now, the fate of fate
enunciate
Acephale
The head, the body
dismembering me
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5. |
Louder
04:54
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the people couldn't hear
what the maiden of the lover
had to tell what she had to suffer
the patriarch of loving for this wicked queen
the bearing of the strangeness
and the magic of a glove
given breathlessly like you
O wonder how I am, I can't lie to my own mirror
the suffering of the wonder under the hand
of the hearers, the singers, the seers being nearer
to me, healing some power bestowed upon me
the burning of the Bush, cornerstones of DC
the wonder of creation, steaming, burying me
the strangeness of the people
and the people strange with power
the mass get louder and louder
this house will never die!
O the strangeness of the people
and the people strange with power
the mass get louder and louder
this house will never die!
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6. |
Eat The Father
02:49
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The children of the tribe had never seen
a leader of the people, so strong and clean
the beauty of the power and the glory
the seeking of knowledge and its story
eat the father
that's the only way to know
eat the father
seems to be the only way to go
The child looked upon his mother
with a smile and soft face
the mother holds him, loving him
in grace, they stay, warm, together
eat the father
that's the only way to know
eat the father
seems to be the only way to go
Tomorrow the children scream
tomorrow the children know
again the blood runs deep
the killing of the father
then they eat and eat and eat
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7. |
Whatever It Is
04:57
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8. |
The Oneness
03:05
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Zane Brune Chicago, Illinois
"Zane Brune embodies the perfect compromise between a edgy rock and roll lifer and a elusive song-writer with his own unique language and expressions. Borrowing from the vast vernacular of rock, pop, soul and alternative, Brune swings from light to darkness seamlessly and frantically within a playlist that feels like a inner travel within the most remote corners of the human psyche." ... more
Zane Brune recommends:
the waiting room
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Tinderstick's new release is indefinitely haunting and grabs you by the ears effortlessly in its simplistic yet fundamental use of creative songwriting. A great collection of tracks.
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Art Decay, Everything Looks Boring
by VHS
A really great seattle post-punk sound that blends rockin' grooves and angsty chanting so well that you'll be head bangin' in seconds.
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RAWS:Chicago
by Junius Paul Trio
A Fantastic jazz and groove live album recorded right here in Chicago. It's cool, live, and beatnik-esque - what more can you ask for?
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