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This Darkness
02:45
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I caught you peakin' in through
My kitchen window
I watched you rifle through the record on my shelf
You point your fingers at the boys you find peculiar
You stick your pretty little fingers yourself
I don't control this darkness
Inside
Please won't you kill this for me
I love the way you love
The way I love
The way you love me
I get the shivers
When you shiver down my spine
I enter sweetly from the backdoor
Through the edge of darkness
You get the shivers
When your lips are close to mine
I don't control this darkness
Inside
Please won't you kill this for me
I'm a rolling stone
I roll my own
I'm the ladies man
Made of meat and bone
I'm the golden rod
I'm the razor blade
I am the voice of God
I am the sacred flame
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2. |
The Fiddler's Song
03:21
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Oh where have you gone
My blue eyed son?
Did you lose yourself in the mainstream?
The cold and the wet
The creeping death
The consequence of your daydream
The candle has to burn
There's nothing else
There's nothing else
The child has to learn
I burned myself
I burned myself
The fiddler's song
Plays sticky sweet
My wrists bound tightly with horse hair
The master's tongue
The sharp gray teeth
The cold embrace of this nightmare
My back's against the wall
There's no one else
There's no one else
This curtain has to fall
I burned myself
I burned myself
My back's against the wall
I burned myself
I burned myself
This curtain has to fall
I burned myself
I burned myself
My back's against the wall
I burned myself
I burned myself
This curtain has to fall
I burned myself
I burned myself
I burned myself
I burned myself
I burned myself
I burned myself
I burned myself
I burned myself
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3. |
Immolation Blues
02:37
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It's three in the morning
Stand at the top of the stairs
Bleary eyed and wary of
The man I'm afraid I'm gonna meet down there
Tell's me I'm a sinner
As he hands me my patent shoes
It's three o'clock in the morning, man
I can't take that kind of news
It's three in the morning
I got the immolation blues
It's three in the morning
I got the immolation blues
Wrote a letter to my senator
Sent her my complaint
I said the man on the television
Has quite clearly gone insane
He's a creature of ill repute
A demon in disguise
I'd love to do something 'bout it, but
I ain't the action hero type
It's three in the morning
I got the immolation blues, again
It's four in the afternoon
I got the immolation blues
It's five in the evening
I got the immolation blues
It's dark out here in the night, friends
I got the immolation blues
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4. |
Pile of Amphetamines
02:22
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I ws feeling pretty good
'til you came and cut my heart in two
Never kept any promises
Though I always kept my promise true
Now you're lying in the bed you made
And I ain't gonna make a fuss
But you better get your story straight
The next dude will know you made it up
So I walked down to center street
And I knocked off a liquor store
But you're never coming back to me
So I don't what all this money's for
And I bought myself some leather boots
And I bought myself a diamond ring
And I bought me an Armani suit
And a pile of amphetamines
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5. |
Sangria Days
02:43
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Sixteen months, twelve days, I deliver
Hand around your neck and I'm about to pull the trigger
Did my time on the line up the river
Now I'm heading down to mexico
Got my hands on a book about religion
When I hit Juarez I'll start my cook up in the kitchen
Gonna drink tequila, gonna stir it with my wine
Got my mind on living in the world
Gonna wrap my arms around a brown eyed girl
Got no reason for any more blood
But I'll cut you to pieces
Cause I'm armed
and I'm mean
and I'm ugly
and I'm tired
And I drink like a fish
And I burn like the wire
Stop me again I'm gonna light you on fire
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Planet of Giants Tacoma, Washington
Planet of Giants is a two-piece band from Tacoma, WA that combines American and British blues with the decidedly PNW garage rock ethos and attitude. The result? Three minute bursts of fuzzed out, driving blues hooks, and infectious melodies laid over groove-heavy, percussive bombast that is both soulful and dynamic. ... more
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