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Mutantgraft
03:13
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Mutantgraft
Throw me a request for sorrow and I’ll sing of a story as gory as bloody can be,
of a love with a delicate and violent beauty,
regaled through several tales from the gutter to the sea
In a squalid and decrepit estate at the the end of town
I’ve been watching as you pupate for 2 weeks now
in the daylight your the colour that my shadow moves around
In this twilight I’m your clown
They’ll sneer ‘he dug up the past’
They’ll jeer ‘he opened old wounds’
They hate what what the don’t understand
But love pantomime villains
so……………
Take me, take me, take me, take me to the cemetery
We’ll buckle up our backs whilst unravelling our fronts
Show me whats inside, I’ll make you feel alive
But first my friend has got to Jump
Lovers digging up the past
Lovers opening old wounds
Love hurts when it doesn’t last
but we’ll be chained together soon
Unafraid, paraded, spayed and laid out on the ground
I’ve been waiting as you ripen for 3 weeks now
The cherubs cue and crouch on stones to wipe you from my brow
We are where we belong now
So if I take you, take you, take you, take you in the cemetery
Will you shower me and cleanse me in the water of your swamp
Your mother and your brother and your pa will surely kill me
But first our friend has got to jump
Lovers digging up the past
Lovers opening old wounds
Love hurts when it doesn’t
but well be chained together soon
The Hell between your thighs is a heaven once denied
But first our friend has got to jump
Lovers digging up the past
Lovers opening old wounds
Love hurts when it doesn’t
but well be chained together soon
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Kochanie
04:34
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Kochanie
This hunger, this hunger at best is only starving
But at worst, just like a thirst its slurping every thought in my day
Both under and overwhelming and all consuming
This itch just will not quit until the devil is getting his way
Then creeps in the fear and guilt like shadows dancing round nightfall
Never aging like a fine wine, I’m just getting sentimental
A million sinking different nightmares and each one is existential
Still I wont let it go
When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm
With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm
The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home
It doesn’t take a hundred Hawkins and an Einstein to see
A wretched and decrepit dirty little glitch like me
Hides inside the lies and lives behind the shattered dreams and violent fantasies
Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something
This fire, this fire conspires to only burn me
I’m conflicted and addicted to crusty clicks in a neglected old rooms
Tails I’m still tired, heads I’m still being haunted
Either way half of this day is over before the charade resumed
Loves a marathon not a sprint but I run to things that come to me easy
Not leave me, leave me, leave me out of breath
I’ll pretend they’ll never offend or condescend, challenge or judge or betray me
Oh what a pretty little death
When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm
With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm
The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home
It wouldn’t take a couple of Kafkas or a Dali to know
That I’m a sycophant on crutches till I crawl to bed a cockroach
With exoskeleton and pheromones in toe, and then we’re good to go
Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something
When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm
With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm
The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home
Hallows and Holiday could never deny
The more your lying through your teeth, the less you look your loves in the eye
She sees the range of the ugly truths behind the beautiful lies
Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something
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Odessa Bulgarish
03:37
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Dark Eyes
06:22
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Dark Eyes
I’ve got the most beautiful boyfriend, how I adore him, those other boyfriends that came before him
They do not compare, that’s why they’re there and he is here oh he is dear and clearly rare
He’s got the most wonderful dark eyes, they shape the sunrise, leaving me mesmerized and hypnotized in his modern moonlight
He makes my head light despite this heavy life, weighted by those pigs and all their heavy lies
See, I always fall for the wrong guys, the ones with dark eyes, promising paradise but delivering dull tripe
But not this boyfriend! Mien leiber her and a swear we’ll be together until the day we die
But there’s just this one thing, before he gets this ring, before he makes me scream and creep into his dreams
He won’t steal those dark eyes from every ass he sees
He feeds in to this raging speeding insecurity
He will never know what terrors he offers up to me
When he glues his glare to any mare in his periphery
So I tell my beautiful and wonderful and undeniably fuckable…
Boyfriend peel your dark eyes off those villain’s before I send them to eyeball heaven
The will not pass go and collect two oh oh and you’ll never see out of your peeping holes no more
He answers with a “hey hey baby my one and only, for you I only have these dark eyes for you see?”
How I believed him and his deception and then we kissed as if our lips missed being meat
And then the very next morning, we went out walking, those cheapened dolls and roaches scurried by our worn wandering feet
I saw his head turn, he spurned my heart burn and in turn catapulted insult to injury
Once I foolishly wept
that night, I crept up to
where those dark eyes slept
and collected my debt
I fixed his ankles and weak wrists set for observation
I hovered over, a keen surgeon and new optician
I found his iris and cornea with lemon gloves on
I pressed down till that lychee swelled up and burst on my thumb
So I pull my marigolds out from the twin holes of my beautiful and magical and undeniably fuckable
Boyfriend and lingered for 10 seconds, to let him drive thunder up towards the heavens
Oh how he cursed me, his one and only, but he’ll live to forgive his true love you ‘ll see
the moral of the story despite how gory, hell hath no fury like a lover of a fiend
plus, once dust settles, I know that I will be the last thing that those dark eyes ever see
I’ve got the most wonderful boyfriend, how I adore him. Those other boyfriends that came before him
They do not compare, that’s why they’re there and he is here, oh he is dear and clearly rare
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Double Bombay
03:18
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Double Bombay
Drag yourself through the week with dirty feet carving up the concrete
The Streets you used to waltz through in your 20s
Perfume in the air, stale bacardi soaked through your hair
You’d wear it like a badge back in your 20s
We are what we drink with our bony little fingers searching down our throats
And our head down the porcelain sink
You’ll do it all again when you crawl to the next weekend
Time moved different then in your 20s
Despite all the questioning, the answer is always gin
Where would you even begin back in your 20s
A round of double bombay Keeps the existential crisis at bay
You know it was all for play back in your 20s
The market is selling sour meat
But the sweetest songs still live in the gaps of the sharpest and the rotten teeth
Maybe a little bleach will help and if it burns, you’ve learnt to never yelp
You were a lot kinder to your scalp back in your 20s
The crystal ball sees nothing but fools and clowns
You put the past up on a pedestal when the present goes and lets you down
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Dance of the Dybbuk
04:57
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Drag
04:36
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Drag
Pay to Slay
“Cough it up, take the gate” he sprays like he’s never known another way
With the Cut of the admission and a slice of the commission,
they can suffer for their art and he can reap their reputation,
this charade seems to drag throughout the whole damn page
and he just says
“You see it all depends on if you bring half of your friends, you’ll find that most bands murder for it”
“with the more they spend, you’ll get paid in dividends”, and still we murder for it, we do but
Everybody at the party knows you get much better cheddar than those fools that you promote,
You’re exploiting their need to be exposed, but still we murder for it
With pay to play,
he knows the scene is dead but he’s wide awake
and on the graves he waits to collect his wage
So now the bands are on the wagon and the songs are all in fashion
But a fraction of the action is executed with any passion
This fickle play always tragically ends the same
And they just say
“I don’t deceive, there’s no tricks inside my sleeve, I swear most bands would murder for it”
“it’s just the economy and the culture which it feeds, believe”
But still we murder for it
Everybody at the party knows you get much better cheddar than those fools that you promote,
You’re exploiting their need to be exposed, but still we murder for it
Everybody at the party knows you get much better cheddar then you stick it up your nose,
You’re exploiting their need to be exposed, but still we murder for it
We still murder for it
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Oyster Girl
04:55
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Oyster Girl
32 dull eyes are watching you,
Slide by those plastic shoes
and swim in those baby blues
biding their time
Colours blend and melt, this pallets mud to mine
womb, tomb, catacomb, give me an inch and I’ll crawl through the swamp on my front
you’ll know when we’ve come and we WILL come
we’re already hear
Wolfs at the common scrap for rotten spoils,
They’ll get their pound of flesh incase their left with none
Then its off with the pack and the read rags and bulls,
They’ll feast on the grease and wrap soft in their wool
Carolina – they’ll ingest all your flesh before the weak dig for some
After dinner, thy’ll all feast on the grease and wrap soft in your wool
Now we’re full of it,
Our swollen guyts bare new slits
We’ll weep out our own tar pit,
Waiting for you to stick
That’s just how we do
We’ll crawl through your swamp on our fronts
You’ll know when we’ve come
And we’ll come
We’ve come
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Suit of Dough
03:20
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Suit of Dough
That thing crouched in front of me
Unapologetically
In the same green as her eyes
The day both our man died
One with a broken family
A brittle defeated army
The other armed with cheap perfume and wine
The day both our man died
Not a verb was shared, words hung in the autumn air
Clinging to our lips like the print of his kiss
You had your memories honey but I just don’t care
I Cried a glorious flood and prayed for rivers of blood
The kept those little drops inside
They day our lovers died
The rain rested around me
Glued to that same misery
The planets finally alligned
On the day both our man died
One with stones forced in her mouth
To stop truths tumbling out
And spilling where they usually hide
The day our lovers died
Im sick to this belly ache of feeling so sick
If I had a map I’d flee from my own body
if I thought for a minute that it would help it
You fall around every day as though everything’s changed whilst I’m chained to this terrible lie
The day both of our men died
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Bubamara
03:12
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12. |
A Hungarian Malady
05:50
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A Hungarian Malady
Rezso Seress is it really that bad?
you didn’t count those lucky stars you wished upon and now they’ve made an ugly mess
It’s true, its true the bodies in the Danube weren’t to be the last
Accused, are you? in the midst of all your deadly success
But I confess
I’m confused and amused by the crumpled note that Joseph Keller left
And in a river of Vienna, a maiden with your hymn etched deep in to her breast
And you who flew out of an apartment window up in Budapest
Who knew a tune that delicate could have such a cruel effect
And still they play
Passions for sweet success led to infatuations far less savoury
The love you yearned to impress in a fit of pure distress and misery and small touch of insanity
drank, she drank till the venom married the blood in her body
If you thought Sunday was blue, wait till Monday comes at you with a new grey and gloomy agony
Reszo, Reszo, how many fools have fallen foul to your melody
A curse, well-rehearsed, crafted one handed on branded ivories
A noose a, a noose made from the heartstrings burdened with dull harmonies
Sung gently to the soul, as a bird in a cage whistling to be released And still they sing
Are your hours still slumberless?
And are your shadows still numberless?
Did the candles and the prayers weep gravely for your soul?
Did your heart depart on the black coach of sorrow?
Rezso Seress the waiter is never bringing you your bill
flaunting that fatal flame whilst parading all the pain that kept you ill
I guess you loved to get drunk till you stunk up the Kispipa until
Your world was truly ending, as a legends crescendoing through the hills, hungry for the kill
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Buffo's Wake Brighton, UK
Buffo's Wake are a Brighton based, gypsy punk band of lunatics with a taste for the macabre. Festival veterans, regularly appearing at some of the UK's biggest festivals, including Glastonbury, Bestival, Secret Garden Party, and Boomtown, as well as live performances on BBC Introducing, Buffo's Wake will grab you, and leave you dancing like a person possessed. Guaranteed to raise hell! ... more
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