1986/2003 - 10 Songs/26 Songs

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brian

SCARED

ho ho ho
ho ho ho
look at me yeah
but I don't look at you
but that's the same
hm but never spoken
oh oh oh oh
you think I'm hail
we set you rude
your sweet are kid of bizarre
your sweet never come
down the road again
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I'm looking for some
more then literary
come a bit closer
we got nothing to hide
mine dosn't
something to ride
do it
well allright now
oh oh
oh (several times, like the guitar-solo)
sared

Submitted by Mark T.


BLESSING THE OPERATION

founding on morality
is a type of insanity
it's about one whole bunch
some people who get stamped
I take that as a yes
give it to me
we gonna stick on your privacy
slept calm

Submitted by Mark T.


GRINDING PROCESS

I think you're stoned yeah
well I sniff with much shit
he keeps me tall with lies
of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
well lucky continue
win my lottery
my fingers need her back
he moves around her neck
she chokes her dying breath
and blows it in my face
her sticky druggy sticks
to my more waiting flesh
it doesn't number mine
for my last kiss to taste
for my last kiss to taste
but I know it is wrong
but I'm waiting to see
how very long
I can keep up the pace

Submitted by Mark T.


SHE WAITS

go down
step up
show right there
what you
waste!
and you taught to me
what's good waste
yeah must been
false to you
arrg this is cruel

Submitted by Mark T.

brian

AT A CRAWL

I'm crawling, on my belly crawling,
Sucking, living, flesh drawn flesh.
And I'm crawling to the edge of somethin.
Suckin, living, divine mess.
Screaming with a vengeance.
Laughing as you're mocking me,
Cry cuz I'm not ready for it. You see?


AS IT WAS (aka AS WAS IT aka EASY AS IT WAS)

Twist, you're holy opposition twist
The twisted parts and pieces, this
I guess you'd better think it God
You knew that, easy as it was.

Come on, give me somethin' special
Somethin' I need
Drain vagina circle
Lay low, never prove your power
Say so, so I can hear your words

Peel the skin away from my eyes
And look in.
See all the things that you put away
But you rolled inside.

Listen to me,
Cuz I can hardly exist
Without your little pussy
Give me holy water
I know that you will let me know.
Aah, Ah-oh-aah, Ah-oh-Aah, Ah-oh...Aah.

Submitted by Ben


brian

SCARED

look at me
and I look at you
but that's the same
but never spoken

you think I'm hail
when set you rude
that sweet are comin bizarre
your sweet never come
down the road again

I look at myself
forcing it on me
come closer
we got nothing to hide
mine doesn't
something to ride
do it!
well alright now

scared!

brian

GRINDING PROCESS

I think you tryin to tear
But I stick with her spit
Keep thinking comic lines
Of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
The lucky haunted few
With my lottery.
My fingers need it back
It curles around her neck
She chokes her dying breath
And blows it in my face
Her sticky ploppy sticks
To my more waiting flesh
And blood runs from her mouth

For my last kiss to taste
For my last kiss to taste

I know that it's wrong
But I'm waiting to see
How very long I can keep up the pace.

strtj

NOW A LIMO

cold conditions
a lack of unions
he shot a prisoner
the state avoids him
across the water
what lies under
is it really
like a thunder
loud boom on a carryin' over (?)
this law
is johnny's deception
this belt
job of protection
this gun
is your destination
duh duh duh duh duh duh
duh duh duh duh duh duh

Green Honey

GRINDING PROCESS

I think you tryin to tear
But I stick with her spit
Keep thinking comic lines
Of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
The lucky haunted view
Win my lottery.
My fingers need it back
It curles around her neck
She chokes her dying breath
And blows it in my face
Her sticky ploppy sticks
To my more waiting flesh
And blood runs from her mouth

For my last kiss to taste
For my last kiss to taste

I know that it's wrong
But I'm waiting to see
How very long I can keep up the pace.

Eponymous

#2 Pencil
Number two pencil inside me
Half the lead is lodged deep in my hand
Lick your tongue
Flat on the glass, leave
Smell the smell of peepee on this

Roll your hand, chop off your fingers
And ease the pain intravenously
Coward this, call this a lan???
To be used at your convenience
Convenience
Convenience

motosierra

hey guys!!
can anybody post the lyrics of SNAKE APPEAL??
thanxxxs from montevideo, uruguay!!

anaconda


We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.  :o

motosierra

I already know that.. I was searching for those lyrics, but i just can't find it on the web. anybody can post it?? just listening to the song...
thanxxxs again!!
liste to motosierra www.motosierra.net www.myspace.com/motosierra

Eponymous

Show Off Your Red Hands
***********************

Now I use this numbing
Feel it pull
Replace your soothing
In place of a land??
Basis my rule
And this, rise up to
Place down the wood
Describes the way I live,
Basically,
The way I live,
Basically

Never!
Never is an ugly word
Never!
Never is an ugly word


[Still not sure about some of the first part, but it's definitely correct from "Describes" onward]

Eponymous

Disinvite
************
[Ready? Disinvite.]

Open a vein
Too much you tease it
It fits in
Too much you tease it
Disinvite
Dis-
Disinvite
Disinvite

When I'm looking alone
I'm trying alone
Disinvite
Dis-
Disinvite
Disinvite

Rene They Call Him

Grinding Process
****************
One thing to shred and tear
Glass meat never stares
Feed me karmic lies
Of those less fortunate
Must exterminate
Left me haunting you
Win my lottery

Fingers needled black
A cross around her neck
She chokes her dying brain
ANd blows it in my face
Stick your lucky sticks
To my more waiting flesh
No one's rumors now
For my last kiss to taste
For my last kiss to taste

Cry my lonely last number
The wind, disease
How very long I can keep up the pace
Carmine, I request permission to hit Ragano

Wait 4 months, do a search for "The Melvins Heresy"

Dudbean

Quote from: Rene They Call Him on May 08, 2007, 01:43:07 PM
Grinding Process

Cry my lonely last number
The wind, disease
How very long I can keep up the pace


You don't think it might be...

'(Well) I might know that it's wrong
But I'm waitin' to see
How very long I can keep up the pace'

...do you?

anaconda

he's wilfully mis-hearing the actual words. or he may legitimately have a bad grip of english with a francophone background. no offense intended.