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Asclepian
03:54
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I swear by Apollo the Physician and by Asclepius
With regard to healing the sick
I will take care that they suffer no hurt or damage
Whatsoever house I may enter
My visit shall be for advantage of the patient
If I faithfully observe this oath, may I thrive and prosper
Or on breach thereof, may the reverse be my fate
Now with asclepian in hand
Wield thy healing knowledge
Bear witness to mortality and the world
But understand this cautionary truth
The faces of those who have come to pass
Will relinquish themselves upon thee
Fear not, as the souls whom are now at peace
Find gratitude in thy troubles
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Looking up at shrouded twinkles, the night sky dies in an orange glow
Crickets cry a desperate act while dismal humming drowns out their song
A blinking display of artificial stars, all of them are attached by plugs
The air is thick, machines run low, this modern tomb is all you know
I just wasn’t made for these times
On crowded streets, they all convene in a civil organized chaos
The man in his ride, thinks he’s king boss, oh what could make him think that is so
It’s all the same inside all these dens, cathedral monuments to waste and excess
The room is full, no place to go, this modern tomb is all you know
I just wasn’t made for these times
Sit tight now and watch it all go down, this machine ain’t got no off switch in sight
We’re all affixed to screens, like assembly lines, it’s a soulless equation
Overpopulated, and somehow at the same time we’re just as much a dying race
Culture crumbles into ephemeral ash and no one seems to care
It’s a joke
Worshipping the plastic gods, they don’t know any better
Being unique individuals, that’s a fate worse than death.
Don’t stray the pack, or break the mold, this modern tomb is all you know
Nobody is perfect, no body is perfect
Your body’s imperfect, somebody once said
Don’t you come lookin here, when you’re lookin here for that
Why aren’t you in love with the look of perfection?
I just wasn’t made for these times
Let them run, let them run, let them run and hold their ears, ain’t nobody gonna listen
Not a one, not a one, not a one from all of them, none of them has got a reason.
Let them run, let them run, let them run, let them run
Not a one, not a one, not a one, ain’t nobody gonna listen
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Ramen Shaman
05:23
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Trust the ramen shaman (eat him)
Trust the ramen shaman (feed him)
Ramen Shaman
Ramen Shaman
Ramen Shaman
Ramen Shaman
Bowl grab a bowl just don’t be
Slow not too slow it can’t be
Cold can’t be cold don’t you know?
Oh oh oh don’t you know
It’s ramen…
By the grace of the bariatrics whom dwell within this fair land, let it be known
Eat only ramen from now on
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That Long, Frigid Day
05:07
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You awoke at nine, on that long frigid day
The house was now empty, there was nothing left to say
That icy cold rain slowly turned into snow
As if it had mattered, you had nowhere left to go
The windows had frost, and the bedroom was cold
The sky was still dark and the light hadn’t shone
You took a long look at the life that you’d made
Wondered how all that you’d known would now fade
Was there anyone you love, or whom you’d enthrall
One who could pick you up, when you hit the wall
You’ve got little to depend on now, and nobody would now depend on you
The few who recognize you now don’t matter on that long frigid day
You mustered up the strength to get out of that bed
Desperately looking for your mind to be fed
There was no one in the kitchen, nobody in the den
There was none left to be close, not a man you’d call friend
You felt that chill along your spine, anxiety unfolds
A grim recalling of that which you should not have known
Can you dig yourself out of this hole, your opinion now means all but nought
Can you find a way to right all the wrongs on this long frigid day
You awoke at nine on that long, frigid day
The house was now empty, you had nothing left to say
That icy cold rain slowly turned into snow
As if it had mattered, you had nowhere left to go
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9:00AM On A Sunday
03:51
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Dreamin in utter bliss, my bed is peace
Yellow rays all shine in from the window
That damn star just hams it up
What luck, oh what a fate
This miracle of life
Happy shadows at play, romp down the wall
Mother nature just ruined my day
The morning air’s as crisp as nothing you want now
Drag yourself down, play the white man’s blues now
Well godamn it’s another perfect morning
It’s a beautiful day and it’s a wonderful life
It’s just all wrong, because it’s 9am on a Sunday
Damn kids, they’re outside now, oh how much fun
Can’t think of any reason for them
To be awake, when on this day
Put on the closest mask
That suggests that “I care”
It’s a crime to smile in the morning
I know you’re all just putting on one hell of a shitshow
Drag yourself down, play the white man’s blues now
Well godamn it’s another perfect morning
It’s a beautiful day and it’s a wonderful life
It’s just all wrong, because it’s 9am on a Sunday
Turn off the brush
Wash your phone
Test the dog
Flush the cat
Feed that TV
Swab the fridge
Walk the tea
No, no, not the kettle
Contacts ingested
Eyeballs congested
Roadways infested
Sunlight arrested
I sold my car for gas money
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo
Drag yourself down, play the white man’s blues now
Well godamn it’s another perfect morning
It’s a beautiful day and it’s a wonderful life
It’s just all wrong, because it’s 9am on a Sunday
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First Bud To Spring
05:31
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Let it all go, there’s nothing for you there
Leave the darkness behind and grow from the husk
The Earth sings for thee to start anew
Like the first bud to Spring, depart from the blue
Unburden your mind, for all to see
Reborn, returned into green
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Feel It!
03:16
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Feel it!
F-feel it!
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Music Note Socks
02:29
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Electrotrain
03:22
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Axilla
05:09
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At last you feel that embrace
And gaze at a masterpiece
Emotion unending evoked
In a view that once was grey
Axilla, Axilla
Meus amor, meus amor
Tuus odor me tranquillat
Ipsa est meus ardor
It’s a joy on the verge of grotesque
But grotesque can be such a joy
To be freed of what once we called shame
And discover nothing but bliss
Cast the world aside for bliss
Every last one of your hairs
Is nothing short of a masterful brush stroke
This portrait before me could light up a room
Such beauty is pure and rare
Like a cerulean silhouette with a subdued wolf who stands before the moon
Shed your dignity
Come together as one
Take all of these demands and expectations, the brands of the masses
Let’s leave them now, for the exotic, for the strange
With long flowing socks, and a smile
That could power a city through June
Your scent is like crayons and glee
It lifts me up from despair
Axilla, axilla,
Tuus est meus amor
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12. |
TheColonel.EXE
05:19
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With the sound of his voice he can break down a wall
He can eat 50 eggs like it’s nothing at all
He jumps in the ocean and swims round the world
When he makes it back to shore, he gets all the girls
He could KO Chuck Liddell with a single punch
But not with his fist, with his nose
He can fly through the air, he’ll give you a ride
He eats diamonds for breakfast and craps out the sky
Where’s your bone! – The Blackest thing
Where’s your bone! – You’ll ever see
Where’s your bone! – He’s large in charge
Where’s your bone! – But never mean
When he chomps down it’s a million pound bite
He’s the real inspiration for the jaws of life
His teeth are as sharp and as polished as knives
He beat Ninja Gaiden 2 without losing any lives
His claws are as strong as reinforced steel
He once jumped off a mountain just to see how it feels
When he’s bored he’ll just go to space
Where he high-fives Saturn and licks Neptune’s face
Where’s your bone! – The Blackest thing
Where’s your bone! – You’ll ever see
Where’s your bone! – He’s large in charge
Where’s your bone! – But never mean
So at the end of the day after saving the Earth
Or just thwarting bank robbers for what it’s worth
He’ll still follow orders, just tell him “Kennel up!”
Obedient and benevolent, a gentlemanly pup
And despite his raw power, which could destroy us all
He uses it for good, and he can do no wrong
So now you know the legend of The Colonel all in all
Unquestionably, indubitably he is the world’s greatest dog!
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Gentleman.BOSS New York
Gentleman.BOSS is a solo project best described as folktronica, taking random, heavy cues from electronica, drum & bass, and
combining it with live instrumentation and vocals associated with folk music.
Also, now working on the soundtrack for upcoming indie game Dracanea: The Ragtag Regalia.
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