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Just Blame Bob [WBRS]
03:39
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On the riverbank wrapped in plastic she's dead
Enter the agent with thoughts of Tibet in his head
He sees a little man dancing in a red room,
an aging agent, and a girl revealing her doom
Is this real or is it a dream?
Look close, 'cause the owls are not what they seem
Cousin lookalike must be one of the damned
Because she can the parasite with stringy grey strands on his head
Giant hovers over perforated agent who bleeds
Offers a triple revelation and hopes he believes
Is this real or is it a dream?
Look close, 'cause the owls are not what they seem
Fire walk with me
Dream souls walk, wander far away, one has gone astray
Searching all around town for the man with one arm
He's got a parasite but not the one causing the harm
Now the giant says it is happening again
On the riverbank wrapped in plastic she's dead again
Is this real or is it a dream?
Look close, 'cause the owls are not what they seem
Fire walk with me
Daddy's dead, hit his head, just blame Bob
credits
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Sunshowers [WBRS]
03:53
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[lyrics pending]
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Spiders [WBRS]
04:42
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I could hear the widow hiss
Beckoning from overhead
I, the fly, could not resist
When the widow spun her web
Forward first, going round and around and around and around
Then in reverse, back around and around and around and around
That was the worst, going round and around and around for second time
Going round and around and around for second time
The tarantula was old
And no threat, or so I thought
I stepped into his parlour boldly
And in no time I was caught
Spinning me all around and around and around and around
Then shaking me up and down up and down up and down up and down
He said to me:
Come around come around come around here again if you dare
This isn't the amusement I imagined I would find
In the future I'm refusing to ride
Inside out upon the ground
You go on and have your fun
I just want to go lie down
And regain equilibrium
I see the trees going round and around and around and around
It seems to me going round and around and around and around's
my destiny, going round and around and around to the spiders' delight
Going round and around and around to the spiders' delight
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Identical Day [WMFO]
02:47
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Sickened by the sight of the site where I sit all day
Sad to see what used be sanity go away
Tired of the screen of green emptying out my brain
Sorry to discover that tomorrow is the same
There has got to be a better way
Than living this identical day
Over and over again until I'm dead inside
It's contagious, it's been there for ages, it's the air
It's the lair of the Albino Pear, get out of there!
It you don't you could end up that way
Living in an identical day
Over and over again until the day you die.
I'm up to my knees in corpses of trees
Buried by reams of rectangle leaves
There's an oasis, chase it, it fades
This place erases you till you're
Faceless, tasteless, shapeless,
shapeless, tasteless, faceless, fade
Living Insincerity's too near I grab his throat
I squeeze and squeeze until his eyes pop out and explode
He should have known that I'd react that way
He created this identical day
Now I feel better, should have done that long ago
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[lyrics pending]
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[instrumental]
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Lurking About Boston, Massachusetts
A band, from Boston, early '90's.
Dan Jordan, guitar and vox.
Evan Mulligan,
bass and vox.
Chris Jackson, drums and vox.
(James Gaudette, drums for the first year.)
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