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Earthquake Weather - Beck

Space ships can’t tame the jungle And I feel like I’m giving in We’ve been drivin thru a desert Looking for a life to call our own I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little brain Something’s coming sky is purple Dogs are howling to themselves Days are changing with the weather Like a rip tide could rip us away I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little brain

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Muerte - Ulises Durán
No Sombrero


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Muerte - Ulises Durán

No Sombrero



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Superman - Moullinex

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Green Pink Caviar - Marilyn Minter

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Green Pink Caviar - Marilyn Minter



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Revolving Doors - Gorillaz

Revolving doors, what have I done? Someone on the TV, a tepid loss Revolving doors, what will I become? A redneck song He paid up for a seven But he only got an eight now, now I feel that I’m paused by all the pills I see no running On a foggy day (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston I sit in a diner (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) And the Beatles play (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) I’m paid up for a seven But I only got eight, so eight Oh now (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) I feel that I’m paused by all the pills I seem to run out here (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Revolving doors (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) It’s stormy on the eastern sea board (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) He got silver up his night (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) He paid up for three But got only two (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Then he said (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Seems I was born for this (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Seems I was born to this (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Revolving doors (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) Revolving doors (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston) (Revolving door from London to a foggy day in Boston)

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Patrick Gunderson is the New Black

Patrick Gunderson is the New Black



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Bizness - Tune-Yards

If I represent the one that did this to you Then can away the part that represents the thing that scarred you I say, Get up, stand up, get up, stand up, get on it Yessir, I am no longer who you thought this one would be We end up around the mountain that I climb to lose you I said, I said give me the business that business could work through, I say, Ask me but all my wisdom departed Tell me but all my wisdom departed But help please at least answer me this, Answer me, answer me What’s the business, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away From a distance, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away I’m a victim, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away I’m addicted, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away If you just press your fingers down under my skin (Go on and do it) Lift up, dig up, lift up, dig up and bleed for me I say, I’ll bleed if you ask me I’ll bleed if you ask me That’s when, that’s when, he said no What’s the business, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away From a distance, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away I’m a victim, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away I’m addicted, yeah Don’t take my life away Don’t take my life away I’m addicted, yeah From a distance, yeah I’m a victim, yeah What’s the business, yeah I’m addicted, yeah What’s the business, yeah What’s the business, yeah

 

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Dirk Skreber
Entre el horror y la belleza.
 

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Dirk Skreber

Entre el horror y la belleza.

 



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The Pot - Tool

Who are you to wave your finger? Ya’ must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters. You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to snow the cradle. Then burn the evidence down. Soapbox, house of cards, and glass, So don’t go tossin’ your stones around. You must have been high. You must have been high. You must have been. Foot in mouth, and head up asshole. Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout? Difficult to dance ‘round this one ‘til you pull it out, boy! You must have been, so high. You must have been, so high. Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference. kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent. Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your…EYE! When you pissed all over my black kettle You must have been HIGH, HIGH You must have been HIGH, HIGH Who are you to wave your finger? So full of it. Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Fuckin’ hypocrite. Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me. What’s the difference? kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent. NOW!! You’ll weep or, change the cozened indigo. Got lemon juice up in your high eye. When you pissed all over my black kettle You musta been! So who are you to wave your finger? Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me? You must, have been, out your, mind! Weepin’ shades of indigo Shed without a reason Weepin’ shades of indigo Liar, lawyer, Mirror for ya, What’s the difference? kangaroo be stoned He’s guilty as the government NOW!! Will you weep or, change the cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!! EYE!! Now when you pissed all over my black kettle. You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH. Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Your balls deep in muddy waters. Ganja, please, you must have been out your MIND!!!!

 

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Tool
 

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Tool