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Night Mare Moon
05:44
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Let's get in the van tonight// Here's to you Night Mare Moon
Let's ride through the town tonight// Here's to you Night Mare Moon
Let's set the hills on fire tonight// Here's to you Night Mare Moon
Let's run from the fuzz tonight// Here's to you Night Mare Moon
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She Writes With Gasoline
03:08
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She's writing letters, sending out postcards, placing adverts in magazines.//She wants to know if you want to try it even though you think it's make believe.// And you want to try some. You want all her leftovers. You want to believe in her fantasy.// Because Mama Mama it's something to bite into even if you don't know what it all means.
She writes with gasoline.
She put down the Dictaphone. Her speech is from memory. She practiced her part, she knows all of her scenes.// She wants to know if you read every sentence, if you studied what each verse means.// And you want to try some. You want all her leftovers. You want to believe in the fantasy. // Because Mama Mama it's just something to bite into and you don't care what it all means.
She writes with gasoline.
She's lighting bonfires. She's sending out smoke signals. You can see them on the lone prairie. //She tied her messages to carrier pigeons. You studied them all in your histories.// And you wanted to try some. You wanted all her leftovers.// You wanted to believe in her fantasy.// But Mama Papa it was just to much to bite into and in the end you forgot what it all means.
She Writes with gasoline.
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New Model Citizen
04:26
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The doctors marvel over what they've made.// They think she's perfect in every way.// And they can't wait to put her on display.
She needs her medicine.// Go get her medicine.
She says she doesn't feel the same.// Every since they installed a positronic brain.// Now her dreams come in Technicolor.// Now she feels just like the others.
Model Citizen// Spoon feed her the medicine// Spoon feed her the medicine// New model citizen
Now she suffers no more delusions// ever since her nickel-hydride blood transfusion.// She's so happy and she gets along// because her medication shows her right from wrong.
Model citizen// Spoon feed her the medicine// I want her medicine// Make me a model citizen
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The Lower Depths
04:54
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You're out on the Pavement walking like a candidate.// Shaking those hands just like a candidate.// Kissing people's babies just like a candidate.
We're in the basement, stoking your furnaces.
You're out on the pavement walking like the government.// Making big plans just like the government.// Acting like the Man just like the government.
We're in the bathroom mopping up your mess.
You're out on the pavement walking like s President.// Talking real loud just like a President.// Drawing big crowds just like a President.
We're in the trenches trying to pay our rent.
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You're Gonna Die
02:58
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Have a good time tonight.//Some day you're gonna die so have a good time tonight.
They're gonna lay you down// put your body in the ground.// Some day you're gonna die so have a good time tonight.
The worms will crawl in.// They're gonna nibble on your skin.// Some day you're gonna die so have a good time tonight.
You're gonna feel so cold// when you're nothing but bones// Some day you're gonna die so have a good time tonight.
Have a good time tonight.// Some day you're gonna die soo have a good time tonight
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Hill Haints Albany, New York
A garage inspired No Wave four piece born out of boredom and rustbelt desperation. Screaming feedback and layers of sounds
bring a sonic assault wherever they play.
E.S. Cormac - vocals, guitar noise.
Kat Celentano- bass noise.
Skip Piper - drum noise.
Jonathan Hanson - guitar noise
... more
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