1. |
Open Door
04:13
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Open Door
Can you hear the angels
Devil did this,
He took the wrong son,
Anybody (oh) sees the devil inside
The walls of Hell
The walls of Hell
Baby I tried to sell some things.
Baby, open the door.
I wanna go home,
I can’t wait that long.
Where have you been,
are, are you drunk?
Are you tired? Aren’t you...?
Get some peace.
I would like to have woken up
and see your pretty face.
Please don’t make some rules
Feel my heart (heart) baby,
It’s beating for you.
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2. |
Nose Dive
03:52
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You’d eat the world whole if you could,
to move a foot away from where you stood
Grab a handful of dirt and crunch it beneath your tongue
Swallow a bug, meanwhile it stung.
If it means you’ll feel more alive
you’ll swim in piss, nose dive
Primal curiosity, guided by instinct
If it means you’ll feel more alive
you’ll swim in piss, nose dive
Primal curiosity, do it all before you go extinct
Monstrous wanderer
A little man, not quite having a plan.
Astounding little freak,
your plans aren’t so sleek.
A little man, huge eyed-freak
Big pupils, no sleep.
Astounding little freak,
your plans aren’t so sleek.
It scares people away, how big your eyes are,
you set it higher, that high bar.
It scares people away, the child you grew into,
they are not ready, spit after the first chew.
It scares people away, this sudden break-through,
you were smart enough not to wait on queue.
Monstrous wanderer
A little man, not quite having a plan.
Astounding little freak,
your plans aren’t so sleek.
A little man, huge eyed-freak
Big pupils, no sleep.
Astounding little freak,
your plans aren’t so sleek.
Monstrous wanderer,
Astounding little freak.
Monstrous wanderer,
Astounding little freak.
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3. |
Turn Around
02:59
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I don't know how old I am,
I feel like I'm time.
There's no clock attached to my name,
No countdown timer as a guide
It's ticking, goddamn
but i'm not late,
Working the time frame,
Bullshit aside.
Mortal but immune to numbers
I'm not early or late
I'll work wonders
You'll catch the bait.
I'm not a dreamer
I'm a worker
I'm not a talker
I'm a mover
You're shit out of luck
Don't knock my door
If you need me
You know where I am.
If you need me
Don't bother me.
If you need me
Don't turn around,
Don't knock my door.
I'm not a dreamer,
I'm a worker.
I'm not a talker,
I'm a mover.
You're shit out of luck,
Don't knock my door.
If you need me
You know where I am.
If you need me
Don't bother me.
If you need me
Don't turn around,
Don't knock my door.
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4. |
Big Payday
04:20
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Say I let my soul age
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
Say I do as I am told
Say I do as you will
Say my brains begin to mold
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
I draw a limit in the sky.
How did I end up here?
Say I let my soul age,
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
Say I let my soul age,
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I move to the backstage,
Turn into a huge cliché.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
I draw a limit in the sky.
How did I end up here?
Say I let my soul age,
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
Say I let my soul age,
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
I draw a limit in the sky.
Say I let my soul age,
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
I draw a limit in, in the-
How did I end up here?
Say I let my soul age,
Thirsty for the big payday.
Say I hang myself up high
At the top of a career.
I draw a limit in, in -
How did I end up here?
How did I end up here?
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5. |
Camel Tongue
03:56
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Sunshine warming up
My back,
Rolling sand hills
In my Spine.
Lizard like habits,
you are growing scales
Thick enough now.
Thick enough now,
The sun cannot
burn you now.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
Blow it off,
Blow it right off.
Camel Tongue
you can handle thirst.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
Sunshine warming up
My back.
Rolling sand hills
In my spine.
Lizard like habits,
you are growing scales
Thick enough now.
The sun cannot
burn you now.
Thick enough now,
The sun cannot
burn you now.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
Blow it off,
Blow it right off.
Camel Tongue,
you can handle thirst.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
Thick enough now,
The sun cannot
burn you now.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
Blow it off,
Blow it right off.
Camel Tongue,
you can handle thirst.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
The wind gets stuck on your pores!
Thick enough now,
The sun cannot
burn you now.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
Blow it off,
Blow it right off.
Camel Tongue,
you can handle thirst.
The wind won’t
Frost your skin.
Sand gets stuck
on your pores.
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6. |
Debbie Downer
05:01
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How many times have you cried
Yourself to sleep?
Must’ve been about seven
Times this week.
Your list of complaints,
If way too long,
You’ll say you’ve made no mistakes,
But others did you wrong.
You spent an awful lot of time
On jealousy
Here’s a handful of advice:
You better start complying
If what you’ll gonna do is roll your eyes
At the thought of trying.
How many times have you cried
Yourself to sleep?
Must’ve been about seven
Times this week.
Your list of complaints,
If way too long,
You’ll say you’ve made no mistakes,
But others did you wrong.
You spent an awful lot of time
On jealousy
Here’s a handful of advice:
You better start complying
If what you’ll gonna do is roll your eyes
At the thought of trying.
How many times have you cried
Yourself to sleep?
Must’ve been about seven
Times this week.
Your list of complaints
If way too long
You’ll say you’ve made no mistakes
But others did you wrong.
You spent an awful long of time,
on jealousy.
Here’s a handful of advice:
You better start complying
If what you’ll gonna do is roll your eyes.
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7. |
Black Angel
05:16
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Lost in Earth,
Lost in a song
whispered by a child,
Black Angel.
Misunderstood God
Wrongly punished
By a court of Evil,
An ancient myth.
Ancient myth,
of the Heaven.
Heaven’s sins,
Far from home,
from purity,
he walked the line
straight to Hell.
Black angel,
The rebel of the sky.
Prodigal son
Of the sun.
Far from home,
from purity,
he walked the line
straight to Hell.
Lost in Earth,
Lost in a song
whispered by a child,
Black Angel.
Misunderstood God
Wrongly punished
By a court of Evil,
An ancient myth.
Ancient myth,
of the Heaven.
Heaven’s sins,
Far from home,
from purity,
he walked the line
straight to Hell.
Black angel,
The rebel of the sky.
Prodigal son
Of the sun.
Far from home,
from purity,
he walked the line
straight to Hell.
Black Angel,
Prodigal son,
Far from home,
from purity.
Black Angel,
Prodigal son,
Far from home,
from purity.
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8. |
Russian Roulette
04:07
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Drain me out,
Suck me dry.
Shut me off,
Sing the lullaby.
Point me the route,
Amplify.
I’m done with you
Then you drop by
Bug under my skin,
you say i’m better when I let you control,
and lead the role.
If I live you’ll die
So say your goodbye.
Come close, come by,
Give me a try.
Drain me out,
Suck me dry.
Shut me off,
Sing the lullaby.
Point me the route,
Amplify.
I’m done with you
Then you drop by
Bug under my skin,
you say i’m better when I let you control,
and lead the role.
If I live you’ll die
So say your goodbye.
Come close, come by,
Give me a try.
Slow kill
A fucking freak show.
Been there, done that,
too many times in a row.
Russian Roulette
that you put me through,
the barrel is cold
and pointing at you.
the barrel is cold,
and pointing at you.
If I live you’ll die,
So say your goodbye.
Come close, come by,
Give me a try.
If I live you’ll die,
So say your goodbye.
Come close, come by,
Give me a try.
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9. |
Drive Away
03:54
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Take me away,
Take me with you.
Let’s go far,
far way,
leave this place with me.
Go with the sun,
Go with the moon.
Let me go with you,
I wanna go with to…
Keep your love,
I’ll keep mine
Like the day keeps the light.
Day after day,
Night after night.
Keep your love,
I’ll keep mine
Like the day keeps the light.
Day after day,
Night after night.
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10. |
Acid Eye
08:24
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If a copper coin could speak
It would have your voice.
Suck on the blood streak,
You don’t have a choice.
You don’t have a choice.
Forgotten on a gutter,
Disabled, disposable, unworthy.
Aren’t you a little fucker?
You’re tomorrow is rather blurry.
Feel those backbones on concrete
and tight fist punch on your jaw.
Swallow the broken teeth,
Pick at the wound,
Swift it underneath.
Lick up the wound.
Swallow the broken teeth,
Swift it underneath.
Swallow the broken teeth,
Pick at the wounds,
Swift it underneath.
Lick up the wound.
The broken teeth
The broken teeth
Swift it underneath, underneath,
Pick up the broken teeth, the broken teeth
Swift it underneath, underneath, underneath, underneath.
Fold my eyes, you’re acid in my eyes.
Blind me with your tongue,
just like that it stung.
Swallow the broken teeth,
Swift it underneath.
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Naked Monks Lisbon, Portugal
Naked Monks emerges with two distinct personality traits: naked raw enthusiasm, monk-like tranquility and method. Their sound takes from aggressiveness, rock n’ roll blended with mysticism and a darker tone of psychedelic stoner.
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