1. |
Gospel of The Gone
05:14
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We will scream,
We will scream at the storm.
We will wrap ourselves in her arms of thunder.
The windows shake,
The windows shake and moan.
We have harbored every storm in this home.
She was dressed in red under neon lights,
And the angels came to her bedside,
And covered her eyes with the moon.
They sang to her,
The hymn of the dead leaves,
The gospel of the gone:
“You are my,
Bitter sweet.
Hold me in your arms.
Swallow me.”
What will be our story after all these drunken nights?
In the morning wash your hands of me and the sins of my mother.
And I will burn my tongue on you,
As a cautionary tale to tell the youth.
Children, these are the gospels of the gone.
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2. |
Kerosene Eyes
03:22
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These lights are hurting my eyes,
If you’ve got time let’s watch it fly.
We were stupid kids doing stupid shit,
Watching the whole goddamn city burn.
I’m a little less toxic now,
I’m a little more chilled out,
A lot less fun to be around,
I am wearing,
Wearing down.
Rituals,
On the bedroom floor,
We were poor and bored,
We were poor and bored.
Rituals
Beneath the ceiling fan,
Sacrifice the lamb,
Sacrifice the lamb.
Well these cuts have turned into scars,
As our lives go passing by,
I miss the taste of smoke on my tongue,
Feeble minds with kerosene eyes.
Dirty feet on the summer stone,
Dirty skin on dirty bones,
Dirty house, dirty home,
Daddy drunk on the front porch.
Rituals,
On the bedroom floor,
We were poor and bored,
We were poor and bored.
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3. |
Sad Girl Disco
03:27
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Sip sin and tell me that you’re happy here,
Do you fear the outcome?
You’re spinning out,
This is where I come from.
Come a little closer,
Let me see the insides.
Touch, taste, see, smell, feel,
Your life pass before your own eyes.
I bathe in blood,
I chew the teeth,
Upon my smile,
I’ll save you a seat.
This is how I move,
Out through her and into you.
This is how I groove,
And you can do it too.
This is how I move,
Out through her and into you.
This is how I groove,
And you can do it too.
This city never shuts up,
Yet you can hear her laughter through the crowd.
The citizens are fucked up,
Loved ones locked up,
And you can’t get up,
You can’t get up,
You can’t get up,
You can’t,
Get up.
Get Up
Get up
Get up
Get up
This is how I move,
Out through her and into you.
This is how I groove,
And you can do it too.
This is how I move,
Out through her and into you.
This is how I groove,
And you can do it too.
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4. |
Paint Me Pretty
04:21
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Pull these strings to manipulate,
Want to see my teeth, pull them this way.
Got hair in my drink and salt in my eye,
And it feels so good.
You know I’ll shake my hips for you,
But your baby’s running out of juice,
Could you move those fingers a little more for me, honey.
Pull my hair face me this way,
Bleed me dry till a new day,
The only thing I want to hear you say,
Is that it feels so good.
You pick and pull my brain till it cracks.
You watch me spin then you tell me to relax.
But you know what you're doing,
Pull my strings and watch me dance for you.
Pull these strings and I’ll do for you,
All the little things that you want me too,
Grind my bones til they splinter,
Just glue me back together when you’re through.
Got a smile so so wide,
To show off those pearly whites.
I’m your little wooden doll with the dead dead eyes.
String me up,
Paint me pretty,
Paint me pretty,
Paint me pretty,
Paint me pretty.
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5. |
Surfin' in The U.S.GAY
02:46
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6. |
Jelly Song
02:17
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Oh,
I'm so thirsty,
So I grab a pound of jelly from the jelly jar,
I put it in my mouth,
So squishy.
I slurp it up.
I gulp it down.
I think to myself,
Ain't no room for peanut butter in this jelly town.
Ah damn,
Here she comes.
Got that blackberry, blueberry, strawberry, other berries,
And grape,
Grape,
Grape.
No nuts, no butter, just jelly.
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7. |
Goopipüs
03:03
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8. |
Transorbital Lobotomy
06:31
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Love, dance on mother’s mountain with me.
Let the sway of her hips
Set the rhythm for the moon and the moon for the sea.
The altitude is sickly sweet,
Her touch is cold, lacking heat.
So kiss the sun, dive to the depths.
From this woman’s peak.
Her epitaph was written with expertise,
But all it says is, “Do you love me?”
I entered her catacombs only to find she’s not alone,
The monsters from below begin to show their teeth.
Sirens, let your talons pierce the skin as the worms come crawling in.
Can you feel me? I can feel you.
Malignant is the tumor of our love.
You’re the sweat in my linens, honey.
You’re the blood in my sheets.
The methadone to my addiction.
So dance on mother’s mountain with me.
I wear your skin to help you break it in.
I stretch and pull until it begins to thin.
I’m a demon that cannot be exorcized.
Let me be your parasite.
The mountain is crumbling,
Her sarcophagus is born,
She rides her avalanche
To the valley below.
The dance is ending,
All the people are going home,
And she is left to bow,
To an audience of skin and bone.
Her epitaph was written with expertise,
But all it says is, “Do you love me?”
I entered her catacombs only to find she’s not alone,
The monsters from below begin to show their teeth.
Her epitaph was written with expertise,
But all it says is, “Do you love me?
I entered her catacombs only to find she’s not alone,
The monsters from below begin to show their teeth.
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9. |
The Deliriums
05:23
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Smile through delirium to hide the hysteria.
Tell yourself they will love you some day.
Draw a bit of blood to induce the euphoria.
This is normal, this is fine, I'm okay.
It all has a way of turning sour.
We tend to rot as we ripen on the vine.
Do you like my putrid flavor?
This is fine, this is fine, this is fine.
Oh dear, am I going crazy?
Don't you want me, honey?
Eat your heart out, pretty baby.
Oh my look at the time,
It's jazz hands and sunshine,
I like it here...I'm feeling fine.
In the night,
They stare at you with empty eyes,
Orifice wide,
You fall beneath the holes of their tongue and die.
In the night,
The fever catches in the night,
Look alive,
This is the body and the blood of christ.
Oh dear, am I going crazy?
Don't you want me, honey?
Eat your heart out, pretty baby.
Oh my look at the time,
It's jazz hands and sunshine,
I like it here...I'm feeling fine.
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The Orchard Keepers Indianapolis, Indiana
Self proclaimed queer icons with a passion for haunted house music.
Nick Underwood: Drums, vocals
Ayanna Miller: Guitar, lead vocals
Indianapolis, IN.
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