1. |
Three-Gun Mojo
03:22
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From the deep of our guts
To the last drop of sweat
From the end of the alley where the red lights are on
To the white of our bones
and the bottom of these bottomless reveries
From the freeze of the frame soaked in colours and names
On our hands and our knees, standing tall on our feet
To the boreal skies
Here's my knife on the table but they can't see my hands
To the real north pole with a sun inside
Neither dead nor drunk
Making sense isn't fun
Up the cold cold river
Solomon the salmon
I got a three and three ones
Got a target-shaped face
In my mortar an ace
And the place I came from chained to my back
I would never trust you,
you must never forget the things you've seen on your own
Away from cities and crowds
Along the 290
Going down
White like a Pope
Even when the Pope is black like a Bible
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2. |
That Thing You Have
03:09
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If i had that thing you have
I would be a better monster you bet
If i had that thing you have
You'd even return my respect
Living an eternal weekend
No longer this bad
I'd be happy sugar if i had
That thing you have
If i had that thing you have
I'd wear you like a glove
Baby, let's marry mr crow
And lady dove
All neurotic
Neofobic christians, despair!
I'd be happy sugar if i had
That thing you have
Baby you 've not
The dumbest idea of what you got
Fall down on those lucky knees
And cry thanks alot
Can't you see my heart's in rags
(i wanna have that thing you have
Between your legs)
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3. |
Dancing Disease
03:51
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I was wandering down a zombie land
Church and school and an empty life to spend
But then that damn guitar just fished my spirit up
Have you ever seen a stormy sky unfold?
Have you ever breathe the air of a wide open road?
Straight from the frozen morgue I was born again
And now you ask me to
Forsake what I am for you
And that's such a sad appeal
I'm gonna have to let you go
I'm turnin' on my stereo
You never knew me for real
Oh dear
Chorus time to tell you how I feel…
Baby I'm not dancing - I have a disease
that killed a lot of people like you back in the seventies
Stay away from me now please
No I won't cry when you leave
You don't know anything about this freak
Go tweet
Go tweet
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4. |
Creepy Thing
02:21
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Sixteen years ago, she was a creepy creepy thing
When I took her from the wreckage
and gave her a diamond ring
and said, "Babe come with me to see the fire
over the Nile"
That was fine
We travelled up and down
And quickly I found
That spooky little girl was my twin at soul
The way she laughed at men in the miserable taverns
And spit at believers
And hated ladies wearing fur, wearing fur
My skin burns as I remember her in flashes of red
Bad like a cancer
Gorgeous like ten thousand clouds
Running scary in the stormy night when
I felt myself turned into her mantis lover
And her wet scarlet mouth growing over me
As she - possessed by her female hunger -
Ate my head ate my head ate my head
(shake down)
Creepy creepy thing
Hey you
Creepy creepy thing
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5. |
Shiva Bop
03:08
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Look at your man sleeping in the rain, sister Jo
He've been rollin' on the graveyard
Howlin' in the back of the chapel
You know what he needs and he needs what you got
He's gotta shake to the Shiva Bop
That's your babe goin' astray, Billy kid
Take care of her soul before she go dive and go deep
You know what she needs and she needs what you got
She's gotta shake to the Shiva Bop
You gotta put it down to put it up
You gotta put it down to put it up
You gotta make a new creature outta the dust
To build it up you gotta tear it down first
You gotta put it down to put it up
You gotta put it down to put it up
Don't forget about the pit
When you hit the top
Oh Shiva Bop, oh Shiva Bop
Shiva Bop
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6. |
Car Disaster
02:34
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I've tried to fear God but you see I can't
Blind faith demands such a commitment
And I've already had my neck
On the edge of the razor for smaller bullshit
And now I no longer care
I've tried to love children the way you do
The way your parents one day loved you
But those guys in Galapagos
Cook their brats with garlic by the age of two
And believe me it charms me so
My pretty baby I'm a hopeless case
(Any crap in english sounds so great)
Everytime I quit the war I miss the noise
And my broken voice go singin'
Babe, a never ending chorus national day
Would never be enough to tell you
I'm the trouble you've been looking for
I'm the car disaster when you're going back home
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7. |
Rise, Weirdo Army
03:03
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We came through the path where they don't tread
We spit on every single word they said
We don't want what they give us, no sir I'm not Jesus
My other face would get you really scared
In loving memory of those who aren't here anymore:
My fear, my doubt, my distrust
I decree the liberation of the scum of the earth
To claim its share in this kingdom of disgust
I'll say one
Here it comes
I'll say two
I'm counting on you
I don't even need
To get to three
Our eloquent speech is for the healthy ones
it has only one word n' it says RUN
Rise rise rise weirdo army
Come out now wherever you are
Alone we're the deadly mines they step on
Together we're a mass destruction weapon
Rise rise rise weirdo army
The days of planning are over
If you want it, today is gonna be the day
when your age was born
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8. |
The Mo
02:52
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Only a girl like you, only a girl like you does the Mo
I know you, everything on you cries Mo
Baby that's why I'm on the lam
Sniffin' your trail like the dickens wolf
They do the M
They do the O
You do the Mo
Rainy afternoon in your town
Down the street you can feel I'm around
You walk scared and hot and I have no doubt - you do the mo
In the library you randomly pick
Moby Dick
You aren't even reading yeah I love that trick - you do the mo
Baby you've been having eerie dreams
I know what's goin on with you
Well it seems
It's time to go with that flow
And do the mo
You do the mo
Oh yeah you do the mo
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9. |
Greets To The Gang
03:03
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Run back to your mama you lucky girl
Run back to your mama you lucky girl
The ones I'm gonna meet
They would love to eat your soul
Go home
Go home
Straight home
As I get in the building I'm nails and fangs
And I get in their room and they're all gathered in
Then I let 'em know, tonight Judas is my name
Bang bang bang.
"Hello that's me, the tune has been played
Leave your gratitude at the city bank
Greets to the gang."
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10. |
No Repent
03:18
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I told you to never trust anyone
With a hair like this and ideas like those
I'm in and out and never leave without my aim
I've no shame
Of spreading my name among the rats
that's why I can do all that you can't
I don't repent don't repent don't repent
I'm cold and my blood is boiling
When the saints go marching in
Undead I'll stand
The creep of the land
24 hour stranger and loving it
I guess it doesn't fit in your idea of a nice fellowman
that's why I can do all that you can't
I don't repent don't repent don't repent
I told you to never trust anyone
With a hair like this and ideas like those
While the good people pretend
Not to root for my punishment
I go doing all that good people can't
I don't repent don't repent don't repent
O when the saints when the saints go marchin' in
O when the saints when the saints go marchin' in
go marchin' in
go marchin' in
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11. |
Shadowmaker
03:29
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You should know
All that I say comes out from the mouth of a deadman
I'm not one of
those egomaniac sunglasses from the goth subway
Laugh Choke Laugh
I understand your despair, I'm only not interested
You don't know the things I'm into
That would make a monk out of you
One day you're gonna look back
And see the ghosts of your company
It's not your fault
These are the days when flesh and blood
Are dangerous to touch
I'm fine now
I didn't bought my atheism with daddy's money
We should listen to our mothers
A little crime leads to another
I'ts on the Bible: you can't trust your bro.
I'm a shadowmaker and you need some light
I've nothing for you, get out of my sight
Run back to your goon squad and read it well:
I'm no longer among your living pals.
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12. |
Hit Me Like a Man
03:16
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It's not that I don't listen to anybody else
My ears are busy with an alien transmission
It whispers and it blows in a fuzzy repetition
And it's a pleasure to decode it by myself
It's not that your words are hollow
Bubbles are hollow and it's fun to stare at 'em
But the witch you've been hunting's on a trip to another land
And now you've any trail to follow
And with so much to see and so much to do
Why should I spare my spleen and my thoughts with you?
There's a world where I'm a farmer and I live well
And a time when our lives are safe inside a silent shell
It's gonna be hard to get my attention
It's focused on a ghost dimension
But you can try and I think you should
(you better)
Hit me for good
Hit me again
Hit me like a man
If I were you I would
Take your chance
Hit me like a man
You better hit me for good
Hit me again
Like a man.
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13. |
Greyhawk Road
04:28
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It saw me dancing underground
It grabbed my hand and took me around
You hear of that but don't really feel
Until it's happening to you for real
There's a haunted wind over greyhawk road
freezing bones that once were bold
Some kids might never leave their warm home
My mother lost here her twisted son
And all that I've learnt I couldn't share
And all that I've tasted it isn't found anywhere
"Let's put out that light"
I weirdly smiled, why should I care
All this town may go home tonight but me
I've an angry shade forever stuck on my side
It showed me why stars shine more before they die
It sang in a voice that took away my sleep.
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Damn Laser Vampires Porto Alegre, Brazil
Porto Alegre, Brasil (2005 – 2012)
Ron Selistre – voice, guitar & lyrics
Francis Kafka –
guitar
Michel Munhoz – drums
^!!!^
Albums: The Devil is a Preacher (EP, 2005), Gotham Beggars Syndicate (Full, Devil’s Ruin Records, 2008), Three-Gun Mojo (Full, Terrötten/Mamma Vendetta/Cauterized Productions, 2011)
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