1. |
Hey Man
03:06
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I saw you
walk down the street
with your shoes
held in your hand
Hey man/ Calm down
Hot legs/ Brown skin
Your body is a perfect engine
Brunette hair spins in my brain
Your hips are sweet nicottine
I follow you
All down the street
And I forget all about me
Oh shit! I had to be somewhere else!
My job
Was organized
Delivery zones
And strict timelines
I fucked it all
I got the sack
I spend all day now
Just looking at your ASS!
Oh right! This is the life
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2. |
Charlie 6
04:04
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It´s been ten days
I'm riding four walls
my back must be hurting
I’m full of holes
Encephalic light
speed tells me
god is perfect
just for fifty bucks
‘Til the work is done
I'm tripping my balls off
As you can tell
I´m made of 65 colors
I’ve taken on new gods lately
They’re made of tungsten
I ate their spirit and
I´m moving mountains over here
Can´t a man
sit in a corner quietly
without some god
shitting on his head
(chorus)
Charlie...
Six ...
Times...
Bored...
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3. |
Exit 0
02:55
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Burn that guitar
that Jimi Hendrix gave you
buy a turntable buddy
and put a monkey on top
You only need one thing
to be the best band in the world
for everybody in every crowd
to be absolutely stoned or brainless
There’s no such thing
as the babes from the magazines
and every time you kill a kitten
it's a Jehovametric masterpiece
You feed your lonely genius
with rusty tales of sleepless nights
a nicely posed and tailored spirit
and a collection of checkered shirts and junkie friends
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4. |
Goin' downsouth
05:45
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I buried my baby, I'm going downsouth, etc...
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5. |
Shake'em on down
03:07
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One is barbiturates
Two on the floor of an aeroplane
If you put them all together
You get the best love story / I’ll ever tell
Four the perpetual confusion
Five the truth about beauty and pride
And when they give you your break
You’re so fucking wasted / you thank them for lies
and there ain't no pretending to feel any hate
Six is a ride with your soulmate
When you try finding holes in the logic of life
Seven is bland and inane
And it’s breakfast at Tiffany’s / but they won’t serve you beer
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6. |
Jellyroll Fish
04:23
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Hey cherry mama let me be alone
It’s late and dark and I don’t want no jellyroll
smells like a fish
and growls like a wasp
and the lord done told me that my time is past
Hey cherry mama when a man is wise
he don’t follow no whore of mine
he look at the lord with a wink
that says my soul is yours n’ I´ll buy you a drink
(Chorus)
Oh lord I´m coming
I know you´re coming too
Oh lord you´re waiting
for me by the lakeside
the moon is just right and I feel like a vision tonite
Now I wasn’t ready for what I saw
A dodecaedric cock with a ribbon of gold
poured down light smelled of sandal and wood
I sure as hell prefer my jellyroll true!
Hey cherry mamma
I’m coming back home
Hey cherry mamma
you better wake up
cos´ the blues done show me not to mess with the lord...
Na ná na na na na na
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Jehovametric Barcelona, Spain
Hi!
Here you'll find our first EP mixing and produced by Indiebox BCN in just one long
weekend.
No animals were harmed during process except four drunk chimps, one spider, two cute white rabbits, a crocodile, and an alien.
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