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Portable Grindhouse

by Graham Repulski

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Time After time Watch it bleed Watch it shiver And it cuts Like the lies And it slithers Through my bones Uh oh oh And now the dancing dogs Are barking out of time again Everything is free and wild When I'm loaded like a child Everything is free and wild
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Oh to be out Overlooking Chances rolling along In and out of Champion hogties I'm peeling off the skin With my regurgitated Tapeworms dangling From the pig pile Hissing black Don't let me expire (I shot an arrow and it wasn't even close) Pretty vision Shit decision What do you think of them now? Father mapped out His incisions To cut the universe The universe snaps back As I was walking Around the outline Sketchy limbs of flesh Are baptized An old man does not sit down A child shits in peace "Can we stay here until my songs are over?" Yeah (Just fire away): Exposed to the sun I am defanged and spayed I've got a ticket to run I shot an arrow today
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Fall out of bed and she's sinking there With all a sorry child can bear The smoking gun she tried to hide The need to read your eyes Spill out the magnetic death cake clothes Attracting the vampire that I suppose Believed in you gently but now I run From every intention that came undone And it's unreal. I tell the story. But by and large, they'll see what I see It's not the way that you shine me up But it's ok. They're coming for you. And we'll all laugh it up, because you're a joke I'm looking out. "There is no one inside" I shout from the bottom of the valley of the slobs
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Funny Man 00:34
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Onward to empty rooms (Hey!)
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Great Fakers 02:43
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Uncle X 00:39
You could scream and you could shout You could pull your insides out You could fill them up with doubt Making every baby cry Getting only half as high Taking more than was prescribed Feeling quite unrecognized
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Sift (Pull) 00:31
Do you want to run And crush out all the allies Or leave it up to me? Flossing an empty attire Bagpuss, I'm a liar
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It was his best shot It was his worst half-assed gasp Rolling on some higher high Miles from heaven
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Get me pinned Get me punctured Give me the shot Shifting winds Kissing the clutter Of memory rot Pharmaceutical And happy? Yes. The god queen Is impressed Get in quick Cuz she don't laugh a lot It's not for the angels when they sing Cuz they have lopped off their own wings When hearing the photographs, half-stoned And deep in the sagging bags of laughing men Enrapt with their own wasted skeletal melodies, half-sung Taking chainsaws to the children We've collected. Now we fill them With unconditional Disappointed shrugs The drugs will begin to take effect On the limbs we misdirect But after the brain has been exposed Where the fidgeting ex-gods hide They scatter like rats to their lonely hives Below, oh

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released April 8, 2014

Mastered by Todd Tobias; cover artwork and layout by Shawnelle; inner artwork and design by Aaron Myerson

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