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Clits and epelectic fits
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Raunch pile maiden
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how can I walk this world without you
how could I take this womans life
when all of the songs are about you
and your words are stolen knives
I would piss into the darkness
I would rip my clothes to rags
I would slice the tips of my fingers
I would choke and spit and gag
his eyes are cold chiseled daggers
he couldn't hold his dice too long
I felt the sickness rocking my stomach
I felt his rifle on my tongue
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with a dagger I'd slash and I'd rob and I'd steal
I'd tear at the guts of my brothers
I'd swim in a pool of their blood
If not for your saint hearted love
I'd die like a fish in a beer
oh your love your saint hearted love
ya can't buy it for 70 dollars
You can't steal it or ship it away
got to keep it from going astray
and chain that thing up in your heart
oh your love your saint hearted love
keeps my blood out of the gutter
and we dance in a river of gin
and we dance and we dance once again
it's something much better then sin
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Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
Baby beluga, baby beluga,
Is the water warm? Is your mama home,
With you so happy?
Way down yonder where the dolphins play,
Where you dive and splash all day,
Waves roll in and the waves roll out.
See the water squirting out of your spout.
Baby beluga, oh, baby beluga,
Sing your little song, sing for all your friends.
We like to hear you.
When it's dark, you're home and fed.
Curled up snug in your waterbed.
Moon is shining and the stars are out.
Good night, little whale, good night.
Baby beluga, oh, baby beluga,
With tomorrow's sun, another day's begun.
You'll soon be waking.
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
You're just a little white whale on the go.
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it's getting dark
darker then dark, darker then dirt, darker then soil, darker then shit, darker then tar, darker then the crap surrounding the stars,
It's black, black as in black, blacker then black, blacker then smoke, blacker then blue, blacker then red, blacker then me, blacker then you
blood on my head, blood in my home, blood in this bed, the blood and the blackness cover the room, bleeding and bruised, broken and burned, blotted and blocked out and blasted and bloomed
Our hearts are black black coal burning in hell
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yolloM kcirtaP writes songs of hope over despair, backed by riff-driven melodies bursting with energy. With vocals ranging from gentleness to raw aggression, his is a voice that demands attention. From the depths of the St. John’s underground arises yolloM’s new band, “tsefinaM ehT”. The first collaborative project of the TSEFINAM is near birth, WHO WILL LISTEN? Produced by Canadian Gold and Platinum award winner, eilseL najsirK, this album screams whispers into the ears of the listener. The title track, "Who Will Listen?" has already given yolloM National acclaim as the Regional Winner (NL) of the Radio Star National Songwriting Competition. He will be competing for the National prize during Canadian Music Week from March 12th -14th in Toronto. M&MP’s energy is potent with dynamics that channel the listener on a profound musical trip. tsefinaM ehT squirt a psychedelic aftertaste in your mouth that will leave you craving more. With their thumping groove and lyrical vision TSEFINAM ehT represent the universes call for PEACE, NOW, TODAY. “WHO WILL LISTEN?” consists of refrains aimed at greedy leaders, anthems of karmic consequences and revolutionary ballads pleading for harmony. M&MP are the last glimmer of hope left for a planet drowning in fear and hypocrisy. Come follow TSEFINAM eht & yolloM kcirtaP on the revolutionary road of a better future through music. WILL YOU LISTEN.
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When you know how it could be
If you could see it all down at your feet
it is reeling on your line in the sea
like babies set adrift in your shore holding their tongues tight until the morning
and no one can care for them no more
feeling this solid island it's hard rocks for your bed
but they're still set adrift when the cocaine runs out
and your tired of all of this
there's no one to care for them no more
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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