DiscoAbsurdo - Life After DiscoAbsurdo

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See it in me deeper You can't get it any cheaper Roll around a little Take a hammer to your fiddle Swallow all the glass Bring a gun with you to mass Quietly observe All the numbers in your nerve Speak of everyway You can wear a black beret Burn yourself alive Bring the flames into the hive Run on empty back to back Screaming like a silverback Understand there are no signs There's nothing left to undermine hammer gun gorilla glass (rep) Breathe in all the fumes commit yourself to something soon take a dollar everytime that purple rat runs up your spine Go inside to be alone youre almost nothing on your own take a second to digest youre not the one who beats his chest and being not the mighty beast you must feel free to speak the least all the rest consuming hell have much to say but little to tell when it comes to oratory you will need a laboratory so build your words with silent care there are no hairs to split hammer gun gorilla glass (rep) and everything stopped meaning what it meant and was free to smash itself to bits dont kid yourself there are no hairs to split
2.
Method 04:39
Crouched here, In my missile, defenseless Comfortable, Watching bullets wash over my metal From my standpoint, It’s not at all like Hell Cuz I’m numb to it now, And there’s no telling how It came to this This anti-bliss, I can’t even make a fist but I’m restless as hell So get me outta this chamber ring the bells and glory glory I’ll tell you a story, fairly boring and barely starting: How I made it past the parting, past the thwarting waves to save my life. (I was in a bad place, terrifically deep below the surface of what people call “reality”, don’t mind if I mix my metaphors sometimes it’s called for.) Get up now, Jump on top of the ones who keep you down Get up now, Jump on top of the ones who keep you down And if you don’t know how, Just watch the ones who know how to get it done Cuz broadly speaking, sometimes fighting back can be a lot of fun I promise not to give you any specific information about my life, While I quite generically wax over a few of my most intense gripes On second thought, I pledge not to wax at all I’ll just hand it over, all my frustration in a hardened little ball No specifics: just the absolute escape of scream Not so angry now, just toss it out there, remember we’re a team I’ll catch your rage, play hot potato, just lettin off some steam It’s never a cliche when my baby gets mad at the machine Get up now, Jump on top of the ones who keep you down Get up now, Jump on top of the ones who keep you down And if you don’t know how, Just watch the ones who know how to get it done Cuz broadly speaking, sometimes fighting back can be a lot of fun So listen here, my ecstasy is a kind of rageful empowerment It’s all rather generic, when you’re a general heretic What’ve you got for me to stand against, I’m fenced in And I wanna make broad, sweeping rebellion just to make sure that I’m tellin him About the furious merriment sentiment, dadaistic blissful ballistics And if I had to pin it down, I think I’d mostly blame the clown Who drugged me up in such high doses, contributed to my psychosis Which cost me a job as the economy tanked, which was especially thanks To the lunatistically capitalistic, deregulatedly financially fascistic False derivative-deriving selfish and conniving economic mystics And in the midst of this, I’m unemployed with a sickness So I thought, louder and louder, till I whispered louder and louder, till I mumbled louder and louder, till I spoke, louder and louder, till I affirmed, louder and louder, till I yelled, louder and louder, till I shouted, louder and louder, till I screamed, louder and louder, till I lost my voice a hundred billion times, and it was just the sound of prison bars struck like chimes Get up now Jump on top of the ones who keep you Jump on top of the ones who keep you down Get up now Jump on top of the ones who keep you
3.
Wasp 05:41
Tons and tons of warbling Voices Box a few more for the road If you want this But you don’t, do you not? Cuz it stings you Like an insect wiggling In your skin And you know that you’re not In the jungle But it feels just so In the tunnel Sliding down burning slopes To the bottom Of your bone, charred ivory In bloody water What is this Fleshly hammer In my bone What is this Stiff laughter In my heart What is this Gushing irony From my skin What is this Sticky stinger In my wing I admit there’s no program There’s no sense I am cradle I am hammock For the end Fluent garbage spoken me In the basement But it hurts to be the one Bleeding nonsense And I wish it was clear What the sky said When I was born to the heathen And the head Like a bee sting In the evening Like a wasp Like a wasp Like a wasp (rep)
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5.
Is (Not) 04:36
I’m gonna break Everything that I know is true You can’t fake What you think that you already knew But if there’s one little thing That I’m not not not afraid of It’s the half-hearted dozen who Recreate what they assume Well I tend to think That most things can’tttt be thought I surrender the truth That your answers will be sold and bought Which brands were the most sought And which were an afterthought A million men in line To get the most divine of the time Nothing is And so is everything you could imagine Nothing is And neither are the thoughts you packed in Everything Is nothing but a square-footed fraction There are no is’s in life There ain’t no ain’t where you think Everything is not and nothing really should And if you think that I just Play a funny word-game Then consider only knocking on wood There are no is’s in life There are no is’s in life There are no is’s in life like there should There is no pain you can feel Which would show you what’s real Its elusiveness is part of its appeal Now I’m going to trial For my words of denial And there’s nothing I can do to heal And my role in this war Which I’m confusing it for Is the man with the irrational roar Because I’m tired of sense It doesn’t make any sense And that’s the reason I will reason no more
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Jar 04:58
it puts me in a jar no it does no it does no it does no it does (rep) it floats for me personally thank you for the air almost everywhere I'm pulled out of my last... (unintelligible) It's fun to see ... ... in the space to fall into nothing inside this jar of mine the world it blows the cotton sews It floats it floats it floats in front of me I'm a jello boy (unintelligible) ...in my jar... I'm sealed I'm sealed airtight I can't hear anything but the tinny tinny ting ting ting of everything that hits the jar all the wind all the mothballs it's a ringing mothball jar it's full of pulled out cotton balls I can't get comfortable in this chair I just can't get comfortable in this chair (rep) ok? leave me alone just don't worry about it I'm stuck inside of a jar I dunno where I am I am inside of a jar my jar is everything

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See it in me deeper
You can't get it any cheaper
Roll around a little
Take a hammer to your fiddle
Swallow all the glass
Bring a gun with you to mass
Quietly observe
All the numbers in your nerve
Speak of everyway
You can wear a black beret
Burn yourself alive
Bring the flames into the hive
Run on empty back to back
Screaming like a silverback
Understand there are no signs
There's nothing left to undermine

hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)

Breathe in all the fumes
commit yourself to something soon
take a dollar everytime
that purple rat runs up your spine
Go inside to be alone
youre almost nothing on your own
take a second to digest
youre not the one who beats his chest
and being not the mighty beast
you must feel free to speak the least
all the rest consuming hell
have much to say but little to tell
when it comes to oratory
you will need a laboratory
so build your words with silent care there are no hairs to split

hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)

and everything stopped meaning what it meant
and was free to smash itself to bits
dont kid yourself
there are no hairs to split

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released July 19, 2011

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