1. |
Oyster Meat
06:23
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Oyster meat
Turpentine, wash off my uglies
Porcupine, needle my witnesses
It's time
Serpentine, dance with my boundaries
Valentine, kiss off my weaknesses
It's time
No more western Easter
We got nothing to celebrate
Burn me with your light, sweet Sarah A.
Blind me with your sight, sweet Sarah A.
Tease me with your bite, sweet Sarah A.
Fly me with your kite, sweet Sarah A.
We’re on the edge of something (new)
I'm looking now for an exit
Burning myself to the ground
I'm looking now for an exit
For an exit
For an exit
Bloody wine,
may you can rest in peace
Pearly swine,
look at the things you miss
It's time
Monkeyshine, upset me if you please
6 is 9, draw me a brain disease
It's time
Serpentine, dance with my boundaries
Valentine, kiss off my weaknesses
It's time
No more western Easters
We got nothing to celebrate
Burn me with your light, sweet Sarah A.
Blind me with your sight, sweet Sarah A.
Tease me with your bite, sweet Sarah A.
Fly me with your kite, sweet Sarah A.
We’re on the edge of something (new)
I'm looking now for an exit
Burning myself to the ground
I'm looking now for an exit
Burning myself to the ground
Burning myself to the ground
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
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2. |
Headache
03:02
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Headache
Each day at 5
A spitting dwarf riding a dandy horse
Is chewing black round bizkits at my ears
Lotchi boy, don't you bug me !
A soon as the goofy drummer came out of the milky way
We were tangled between
Daydreams and Hocus Pocus nights
Lotchi boy, don't you bug me !
We met new friends in the mirrors
Flat tires with heavy bags under the eyes
Just as if we were banned from the living
Lotchi boy, don't you bug me !
We tried everything, we really tried
Alien therapists, faking deafness
Docks & decks or whatever
Lotchi boy, don't you bug me !
The make-up school made things get worse
It was like bees in a box
Upset by blue bubble eyes
And far too many Loua Louies
Lotchi boy, don't you bug me !
Don’t you bug me !
Headache !
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3. |
Orwell Was Right
07:41
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Orwell was right
All the mirrors are broken hearted
Don’t stare, don’t glare
Don’t call your mother
Winter flies are meaning wide
Don’t you think ? So don’t sink
And don’t blame the weather
Certainty shit is all we got
Certainty shit is all we got
It’s too tight
Orwell was right
Listen then, listen then, listen
Don’t step, don’t blink
Don’t pull the trigger
Listen then, listen then, listen
Don’t sweat, don’t break
Don’t begin where the thief ends
Happy ending, give us a ride
Happy ending, give us a ride
No more blank tapes for sale
So don’t buy, don’t cry
She wrote the future
If every man is a moth-to-be
Don’t spoil the boy
Don’t storm the teacup
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Still too tight
Orwell was right
Listen then, listen then, listen
Don’t spare, don’t care
Don’t hail the elder
Listen then, listen then, listen
Don’t haste, don’t waste
Don’t bite the toothless
Second time bets are not around
Second time bets are not around
Are you looking for something ?
Have you got much to hide ?
As you were wispering
With your mouth open wide
27 days before you came
20 centuries before we came threw
Are you looking for something ?
Have you got much to hide ?
As you were wispering
With your mouth open wide
27 days before you came
20 centuries before we came threw
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Centuries’ mess is running wild
Centuries’ mess is running wild
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4. |
Saccharine
05:35
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Saccharine
Chewing clouds - sweating walls
Wasting time - off it goes
Small doors hiding - expanses
Softened hills - pillow bellies
Keep calm for two years and I'll marry you
Keep calm for two years and I'll marry you
Fly with me
Selling out - depressive pixels
Getting flat - eating muscles
Peeping short - sighted drama
Hold your tears - propaganda
Keep calm for two years and I'll marry you
Keep calm for two years and I'll marry you
Fly with me
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Octopus Wrestling Bourgogne-Franche-Comté, France
Octopus Wrestling délivre une musique sans compromis, libérée des conventions de genres, nourrie par la scène alternative,
le post-rock, le grunge ou le noise,
Octopus Wrestling développe un langage qui lui appartient avec des compositions complexes et audacieuses.
Un rock tentaculaire tour à tour sauvage, dissonant, sophistiqué, pointilleux, cérébral, cryptique, expérimental, brutal...
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