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Intro
01:37
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2. |
Black Snow
05:37
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LYRICS
Burning in the sun I breathe like the dog bites
I don’t even feel – no warm in vein
I don’t taste politics.
Silky bloody street they’re shooting with lies
And I have to be hidden at every place
Fucking city burning
in a while
Burning in the sun I breathe like the dog bites
I don’t even feel no warm in vein
Fucking city burning
in a while.
Have trust but they’re out of my target range
Become man hunter
These eyes have trust but I wanna taste
Feeling a homo.
Burning in the sun they finalize options
How to put a cam in every place
And how to seek our day off
this is revenge.
These eyes
Have blast
But I
Wanna taste
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3. |
Grant's Rudeness
03:20
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4. |
Nine-0-five
03:51
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LYRICS
I've got my man in a strong box they call it nine-0-five
But i'm not gonna sent him out cause there's a luck of faith
There's no mojo working there's no cash to fool around
He's a gambler and a hustler messing with the whores downtown
He's name was Wille the knave of clubs
Two days just before now i went to give him his meal
But the nine-0-five was forced and now he's wheedling some chicks
Some people saw him north, others going west
Some other's said he run away but others saw him dead
Poor Willie please come back to town
Big Mama sing that tune and she won't let you down
Sixteen horses brought him back home
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5. |
Flaming Bottles
06:42
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LYRICS
In this show tune set my instincts
Act as last hope last brings fire
No control I’m married tired
I own a gas station an market for sale
Purple onions bloom death has shame
In order to have no mercy at all
There are me and me outside
Instead of you and you inside
Ghost as police poor hands volver
I own money come for a sec
Live in peace for free today
Flaming Bottles ride the sky, I think I should fly, if there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go….
We’re all gonna go, I can show you the road
We’re all gonna stay if the rent’s ok
We’re all gonna scream but not for ice-cream
We’re all gonna go if there’s a hell below
Sorry mother order another son
Please believe me I am sober
We need some power mother, need some power
A better way better than yours….
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Empty the heaven’s door
These eyes are scary
Home and disable
Too dark!
Anger’s anatomy
With gasoline
Justice illusion
Fight!
Rules they’ve brought peace
Poetry and earth burns.
What is the point to keep?
Nine to hell
Who’ll be the next one?
Liars!
Don’t have to gathering
These eyes are scary
Sing now to crucify
Liars!
Searching, blessing
Searching for graveyards
Thirsty people
Governments fight!
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6. |
Hold On
05:48
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LYRICS
Then my feet howl myself at home
and i still cannot breath in those four walls
Crab my head in pieces look alone
Well you don't really won't want to know
All alone all alone
i'm laying down softly
now my lips are searching ghosts
and i'm trapped into my corpse
you better hold on
What i own what i own
they gonna ship a lust to hide from others
so i rely on this flavoured sin
grap a torture blend of madness
you better hold on
All alone all alone
I'm laying down hardly
and those lips were licking walls
all alone all his own
better hold on
What i hide what i gain
an old wolf chase his tail
hear the trust is the birth of aim
and the aim has lost its flame
you better hold on
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7. |
Intermission
01:06
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8. |
Smirni
04:34
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9. |
Cut In Three
05:21
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LYRICS
Crap the big three
Torn it apart you
Way long road
Conventionality
Where's the lie
That we deserve it
Is there a judge out
The time we never spent
While i'm trying to protest
I've got babies blooding snakes
Pushing out the blame on me
So this form will cut in three
Yeah this song
Leaders dancing
And earth is moaning
Arrest the beauty
And consider you're dead
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10. |
Better Days
08:01
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LYRICS
Don’t you think you want better days than these
Are you anxious lonesome kind of thing
Don’t you ever chuck all up
Cause nothing seems to be born
And you’re looking a place to rest your thoughts
All in streets are fast and you’re a veil undone
In your house you call it store
Four walls that growing old
There’s a lullaby, there’s an old wise tune
Every single man who grows needs a new suit
Every path has its fate
Floating castles in parade
Need a sin, need a young skin to pray
Apple trees the button to escape
And if you say it’s not enough
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11. |
Getting Echo
03:59
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Gus Boggar Athens, Greece
Konstantinos Protopapas, aka Gus Boggar, has released two EP’s w/Effigy (Autobar 2006, Vaci Utca 2011). Part of “All In A Shame” project. He also performed with “Chickn” psychedelic/kraut band for a couple of years. In 2014 he released his first personal album Educated Fools (from uneducated schools). In 2020 he releases the "now you can pass me by" and "Do you have soul?". ... more
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