1. |
Pretorious
03:46
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In deep disease we lock step inhumane
we shall rise our disguise once again
At Charlotte’s web we are caught
and finally stand as the victor torn apart
Sucked dry by fangs of our world a societies blind legless girl
I’ll cross my eyes at the waste of our lives
empty shells left in haste
Spring loaded guns trigger souls
we forget to grow old
The tree lines bow to our might as we conquer all left in sight
We call to Pretorius
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2. |
Same as Justice
03:08
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Don’t try to talk to me
about your empty feeling
‘I’ve heard enough
to put my mind asleep
I don’t care to hear
just what you think your side is
and blind defense is not the same as justice
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3. |
White Clouds
05:16
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I call in vain at your name
but you won’t hear me
sit pretending your blind
or that we’ve run out of time
a sickness sealing the wax
a glossing over of facts
a play of ignorance sets
in as dementia gets
the best of bubbles and wine
your pickled brain cells align
to piece together the scene
as cold reality gleams
and lights grow dim over time
another victimless crime?
The bars and stripes of your loss become a crusade and cause
as madder still you become
eclipsing hate on the gun
you capture bridges intact
and blow the hell out of facts in endless visions of night
old demons role play and fight and come to visit your thoughts
while leaving prints on the locks which taking hours to clean
leave you disordered and mean distraught at hearing their lies
might bring your head down to size and bust your chops in that way that makes you stronger today
Fallen off your calling white cloud
So after dark turns to green
and your society seems
to shrink as friends drop away you know it’s really ok
if you can look in yourself
to deal with anyone else
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4. |
Pull the Plug
05:53
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One more communication hurled at me I’ve had enough
One more opinion penetrates my ear I’m raped by information fear
Another visual spectacle of naked body parts
Conniving yet convincing purchases which come up short
The box pretends to know me
If I could I’d throw it...
out of bounds and out of sight and out of time lets start a war
Lets blast some fucking Arabs build morale up back at home
I sometimes wonder why I’m here instead of ducking bombs
But is it really happening? Which camera can I trust?
To be the news not watch it
If I could I’d pull the plug
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5. |
Big Ball of Light
03:30
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Instrumental
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6. |
In Thessaly
04:57
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Clark Ashton Smith's poem, "In Thessaly" available on many internet sites.
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7. |
Steeling a Minute
01:46
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Instrumental
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8. |
rADAR dOWN
03:19
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Instrumental
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9. |
Harpies
01:57
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Instrumental
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10. |
The Black Sleep of Kali
02:56
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Instrumental
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11. |
The Sweet Misery of Fog
03:26
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Instrumental
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12. |
Mermaid
01:35
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Who would be a mermaid there, singing alone combing her hair
Under the sea in a golden curl, with a comb of pearl on a throne?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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13. |
Enterprises of Glory
05:21
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Instrumental
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14. |
The Picture in the House
12:44
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Unpainted wooden house.. .windows stare through broken panes
They ward off madness.. .dulling memories of awful things
I broke the rusty latch of such a place one night
To seek a shelter from October rain, though feared the loathsome sight
Antediluvian book lay open to a gruesome page
The cannibal Anzique’s butcher shop in Congo days
Footsteps on the 2nd floor above my head
Footsteps a decrepit wretch, bracing for attack I found instead
A kind old Yankee?
Queer how pictures can set a body thinking?
Cause it was his book I’d found
the picture he thought funny
The way it worked upon his mind
and teased his ache like honey
He told me killing sheep was fun
but not quite satisfyin’
A hunger for a different kind
could keep his soul from dying
They say that meat makes blood and flesh
If, “more the same” then better yet
And as we talked the storm drew on
The thunder crashed, the doors were latched
I sought escape to leave his place, he’d now grown young!
The book lay open ‘tween us
That cursed picture bled
A drip of water found it
but rain should not be red!
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15. |
Nyarlothetep
09:20
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HP Lovecraft's poem, "Nyarlothetep" is available on several internet sites.
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Mutiny in Jonestown Washington
Influenced by classic 70's progressive rock bands like King Crimson, Van Der Graaf Generator & Genesis - along with late
60's psychedelia from The Beatles, Procol Harum & Pink Floyd (with a little 70's Black Sabbath thrown in for good measure), Mutiny in Jonestown has always sought to take these influences and synthesize them into something new.
The band has released 42 albums since 1987.
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