|
1. |
|
|
|
|
when elements grind down
dimensions collapse to ground
boundaries are skipped beyond the time
sense is growin' from the sound, fences falling all around
the chance once lost now is found
we invocate
the fatal wisdom of the marmot, sleeping through the times
silence is the reason
we invocate the lethal cycle of the marmot, burning to the ground
revenge is the reason
we invocate
the lethal cycle of the marmot, sleeping through the times
silence is the vision, eternity is our season
seek the bison, ride the bison... grill the bison!!
when boundaries grind down
elements collapse to ground
dimensions skip beyond the times
I belong to sleep, you belong to dream
now has began
the lethal cycle of the marmot, burning into the ground
eternal winter waits for you
seek the bison…ride the bison…grill the bison
be the bison
|
|
2. |
|
|
|
|
TE SACO LA MIERDA
todo sigue bien, todo sigue bien
si sube la gana para gosar
no quiero penas pero si molestar
salgo a la calle para follar
no tengo resaca, y sigo chupando
dale, dale, dale, te saco la mierda
saco la mierda a los pitucos
padres y hermanas me caen al pincho
y los militares son pervertidos
se miden la pinga y chupa el mas chico
te saco la mierda
Con amigos hodidos como los che yo tengo
Yo no nececito tener enemigos
Oi jilipolla, chupame la polla
yo soy marmota, te cago en la boca
|
|
3. |
|
|
|
|
Free…despise all your own
Be…the blame of your son
Lost in my space I will find my own race on the run
I can’t remain in the embrace of the valley of god
Lost in my grace I despise my own face to the wall
to the wall
spit myself out of me
(Lost in my space I will find my own race, Lost in my grace I despise my own face)
spit myself out of me
Seek…the last slice of soul
Feel…the taste of your hole
Lost in my space I will find my own race on the run
I can’t remain in the embrace of a peace made of thorns
Lost in my grace I despise my own face to the wall
|
|
4. |
|
|
|
|
we're preserved in moisture, in the era of no sun
maggot knows what is good, when the stool smells like you
honey drops melting into pain
suck the nails, suck the nails!
read instructions for details!
eat the maggot now, before it moults tonight
it becomes a fly that bites you
that bites you on the tail, on the tail
putrescence is the slimming feed for you
our ass is the feed for some
when our legs just can't run!
honey drops melting into pain
suck the nails, suck the nails!
read instructions for details!
|
|
5. |
|
|
|
|
A rotten wound for disease
The venom junk that makes you bleed
Parasites your broken skin
Collision struck in your mind
To pump the noise through your veins
And feed the hunger of your psycho sins
Swimming we break through
The woody side of life
Passing through the wall
on a deeper kinda state of feeling
like a burning phoenix
shining fly of night
What that doesn't kill you
it's just keeping you alive
Swimming we break through
woody side of life
Passing through the wall
on a deeper state of mind
Our boat explodes
Our work is over
We've left our lives...
Our boat explodes
Our work is good
We've left our lives
Inside the wood
|
|
6. |
|
|
|
|
You didn’t ask to be born
You didn’t ask to live
A clone of your masters
Be what you’re told to be
Your blood is their blood
So pray their phantom god
You’re born to be their servant
As they grow old
Kill your parents – set you free
Kill your parents – listen to me
Kill your parents – let it be
Kill your parents – let them bleed
“So satisfy my needs"
As you fall on your knees
Don’t leave me baby please
I freeze”
Anxiety just for themselves, not for you
You’re born to reach their goals
To heal frustration
You’re nothing but their child
Self castration
They know what’s best for you
Because you know not
You’re not allowed to lose
You beloved scapegoat (scapegoat)
thrill your talents
spin your talent, adrenaline
feel you weaned, spilling wine
drunk is fine, when we ride our bike
frying powder, on your driver's licence
hang your parents to the family tree
|
|
7. |
|
|
|
|
KALEIDOSOUP
Back to the wild of your mind
where I loose my first image
Time's denied - moments of vision
space inside - instants of grace
stomach rejects - reason upsets (x2)
regression to irrationality
clear feelings bright in chaos
through kaleidoscope
KALEIDOSOUP KALEIDOSOUP
MADCHILDREN
The amorphous survive in a domain based on mediocrity
no more time to play no more space to run
abolish the captivity so-called education
and all safe boxes of annihilation
No attention to boredom! No attention to mediocrity!
Just medicines to sedate, teen suicide, self hate
vitality is a pathology, when reign amorfity
smart kids are banned as hyperactive (and attention deficient)
free interraction free expression of evil and love
networks of instincts as orgies of thoughts
the madchildren, the madchildren, the madchildren break free
the madchildren, the madchildren, the madchildren break so fuckin' free
|
First Album by Blind Marmots, italian rock grunge stoner band from Padova.