1. |
Rotten Man
08:14
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Well there's bags under my eyes
Burn marks on my skin
But it comes as no suprise
To a Rotten Man
Rotten Man
Couldn't give a good goddamn
And ever since then,
Ain't seen no friends
I've been longing, I've been crying
I've been sleeping, I've been dying
Still ain't found no one ever, no one
When the poison starts seeping
And the ganglia weeping
You feel it in your plexus
When the Rotten Man come creeping
But this comes as no suprise
To a Rotten Man
Rotten Man
Couldn't give a good goddamn
Oh no, baby
I don't think you know just how Rotten I am
Do you know the Rotten Man?
From Rotterdam?
Rotten Man
Couldn't give a good goddamn about how you made me who I am.
Motherfuckers, you know it is what it is
Go back to my..little place where I can see what I be
I didn't choose, I didn't try
To make a life of how I want to die
When the feelings cease to feel,
You begin to cease what is real
So when you hear the floorboard creaking
Then you'll know just what to be seeking,
Oh caper baby
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2. |
It Is Victory
05:51
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3. |
Yesod
02:24
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Hey Mack, you know that he ain't ever coming back
But hey, you still got me anyway.
I know, that ain't much, but so?
Tell me about it
You got something on your mind, no doubt about it
Oh
Some may feel no criticism can be made of pure religious faith.
That may be true, but it's the folly of the faith.
In dogmatic authority...that is at issue, really.
And needs only the memory of political faiths
From liberal laissez-faire to Marxist determinism.
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4. |
Up Above My Head
04:39
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Well the fire, it needs a-stoking
And the piper needs a token ("And the pipe, it needs a-toking")
And it's my time to spark the night
I feel it when I see it rise
Up above my head so high
Up above my head
Up above my head
Ain't no sense in coming out
Up above my head
Once you've made it past getting in
Up above my head so high
Welcome back to weary times
The trails of dreary hearts and eyes
The fractured skulls of damaged minds
They felt it when they saw it rise
Up above my head
Up above my head
Up above my head
Ain't no sense in coming out
Up above my head
Once you've made it past getting in
Up above my head so high
Ooo rising
Oooo rising
Oooooo rising
Ooooooooo rising
Way down
Up above my head
Up above my head
Up above my head
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5. |
Coolit Revelettes
04:28
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Death, and sandals, and hatred.
It's a bright line I find between me and the dream.
But sometimes I get it right.
Let's not intend to be selfish,
We are all beautiful human beings
If you jive, come and sing with me.
You'll find the rights you try to find
Refined behind some veal and swine.
Holding the signs that advertise and
Tantalize and raise the standards of his drothers.
Flying down upon the crown of my demon turtle
A demon's just as glad to be
As free as any other entity.
An aspect just as subtle
As the Dream.
You'll find the rights you try to find
Refined behind some veal and swine.
Holding the signs that advertise and
Tantalize and raise the standards of his drothers
Motherfuckers.
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6. |
Rotten Chant
01:31
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Eight slaps to the face, you dirty boy
Play around with that fire you'll be destroyed
All you can learn to do is kick the can
Till your standing in the mirror with the ROTTEN MAN
A rotten rotten rotten rotten rotten man
Keep a close ear to the queer sneering jeering in your breast, boy
Take a step beyond your fine lines and rejoice
It's a ragged situation; got you learning through your troubles with the sinners
Sowing hatred and the kingdom's burn to rubble
Finnancial situation's like a place where people struggle with mushrooms in the afternoon.
What a strange thing to do.
That's what I'm saying to you,
Stew in your scuba stew
Swooning in the courtyard
Wondering if the boneyard is coming down
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7. |
Dirty Lowdown
08:21
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It's time somebody tell me and all of you
It's time you heard the godawful truth
Don't be misled by what some suit said
Who'll take you to the grave or take you to bed
If you won't let me in, that's alright...I guess
I think I'm already in
It's your call; Whose who?
Yeah, I don't get much sunlight.
It's kind of hard when I'm here.
And I don't got no sage advice
I can't be relied on like you
But when I feel it kick in, that's when I turn to you
That man, he's a friend, but I guess you know him, too
Better do it while I can, while I'm still a child, too
Say "I don't know where you are"
Just don't check...
And all these lies that I've been told
I took to heart
And what you say is together
Is still apart
And as you're standing at your door
But I can't hear you now
Oh I'm...
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8. |
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Even,
Even when I'm fallen
Even when I'm fallen
You are next to me
Oh
Don't ever
Resist the inner-child within
You will see
That you are
You're just the water underneath
We are just the water
The water underneath
Just the water, just the water
Underneath it all
All
(indistinguishable dialogue*)
Will some bless
Temptress
El perro
este
There is time for us
But it is not know, I guess
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9. |
Butt Poppa Rama
02:58
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