- A History of Bad Men
Wake up, you never looked so glum
Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming?
It's easy for me, I got a headstart running away
Keep up or your disease spread quick
So how did you learn to be sick, so cunning
It's easy to sing but you just keep on humming along
Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling
How many moles do you suppose they're keeping?
- Antitoxidote
Maybe since I'm mad inside my heart
Nasty gonna let it affect on me
Tried hard
To let her stay
When she's like piece of candy I know
Bless you gonna let it toss away
Hey
- At A Crawl
I'm crawling, on my belly crawling, sucking, living,
Flesh drawn flesh. And I'm crawling to the edge of somethin.
I'm crawling, on my belly crawling, sucking, living, divine mess.
Screaming with a vengeance. Laughing as you're mocking me, cry 'cause
I'm not ready for it. You see?
- At The Stake
Maybe once and maybe came away
I took a quarter of your wishes
Fed them all aside
The weaker of the fortune's mystery
Hasn't yet all appeared to me
But then I never wanted more than three
Shade's know any reason
- Black Bock
I cut the throat of the billy goat and let it bleed
His frozen eyes were far more than I
It's kind of nice to know the things that make me happy
Just realize keep the dog away from me
I found it don't matter when
It's not nice to feel alone inside
This little goat won't mind
All my fear are just vanishing
- Boris
I'd like to take, I'd like to feel wanted
Take 'em up and take 'em down
I'd like to make a lot of, Generate the one eyed males
Build 'em up and let 'em fall
Just lay 'em on and leave the lily tight
Take 'em up and take 'em down
Generate, lay 'em flat like monkey eyed man
Leave 'em built right?
- Breakfast On The Sly
Sharp tissue
Got to know the reasons
You've never taken steps
Lock it down
What we rely on
Except for what we accept
- Civilized Worm
We move more than I would like to gamble
I came with my POOR FOUR EYES crawling weakling warning
my favorite come and lie here
Under my bed or deep under my fingers
We're on my hands and knees in times of winding
We night it's only when we civilize that worm
for vagrant time we need it
- Dead Wipe
Dead wipe dirt across your skin
Don't hex me with that scare
Blame me for the mess that you're in
You're one with the open head
Acrid sound
Jackin' me around
Didn't ever want to
come in this place
- Goggles
Of weak intensity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his hand
Happy to chain Leave all his things
Get right and heave it
May be taste a few
Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
- Going Blind
And I know how it's to be
There is nothing more for you and I
Some are young and some are free
But I think I'm goin' blind
[Chorus]
'Cause I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it's to be, yeah
- Goose Freight Train
Oh, Di
They've gone and left me for her other way.
Each every time I think the wheel around,
It's gone.
I've got a reason for heading home
It's not serene,
It don't make sense to me.
- Grinding Process
I think you tryin' to tear
But I stick with her spit
Keep thinking comic lines
Of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
The lucky haunted few
With my lottery.
- Hag Me
I cut my ceilin', motor and pale.
I only know the ceilin' mouth.
I make myself, yellow the sound.
That am a leg sprung under.
Give me a gravity, your right left leg.
Holdin' my hate against me you.
Can't say you'll never keep my breath.
It's wise to think you'll try.
- Hands First Flower
Образец дронового звучания! Я почтиаю эту вещь за классику жанра метализированного drone.
Композиция исполненная самим Джо Престоном (Joe Preston), который в то время (1992 год) состоял в The Melvins в качестве басиста.
Она выходила на EP так и названном 'Joe Preston' - это серия мини-альбомов каждого из участников состава The Melvins данного временного периода выпущенная конторой Boner Records (причем идея - прямая отсылка к аналогичной задумке группы Kiss) - и содержащем, кроме самой Hands First Flower, также два достаточно коротких трека - невнятное двухминутное интро The Eagle Has Landed (содержащее звуки какого-то семейного праздненства на открытом воздухе) и двух с половиной минутную Bricklebrit (разговорный сэмпл в начале, более традиционный рифф и ужасные программированные ударные коими будет 'славиться' все будущее творчество Джо в его сольном проекте Thrones). Интересно, что кроме самого Джо Престона, в составе указаны также некие Solty Green и Denial Fiend, но это не более чем псевдонимы Престона.
Hands First Flower начинается с семпла из фильма 'Апокалипсис Сегодня': 'Pyle... Little arms'.
P.S. звиняйте что не 320килобит -ограничения идиотского вконтакта, увы =/
- Honey Bucket
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
Tri-jacking blackened for moi, handcuffs and special keys.
Triple lies and neckties divide. This will be his size.
Throw my case of Plasticine down. Maybe after you won't let it.
Ain't about to pick my rounds. This is in my way.
Plop is fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
Been around the somber town, maybe in the wall.
- Hung Bunny
Lysol to get me high
You're sure to smell my fear
Baby you can see-saw sun
And like to be
She once like animal
I can walk but be so free
She walks in like menopause
- Joan of Arc
My left
My lefty
Come on you knuckleheads
Move it move it move it
Moss in the mornin', lets you in
Is it a field day (feel they?), make me sin
It's only warm my, let you stay
- Let It All Be
When did it begin?
And will it ever end?
The way you take the muscle from the song
And kinda swing it
You lay it on
And I ain't one of your friends
You're losing all the green
And now you say it
- Magic Pig Detective
Lo-s o needs no medic
Feels only queen
We'll try for for the one for Anglais
Just makes his deal
'Cause I say, "No! You're mine"
And I'll go on for I feel
I got the cross confusing man, yeah!
I got no more me, Uh!
- Night Goat
She walk my way to fee
And I grut my teeth
It's more like hundred milo
And I know more me
But you can make my teeth growl
You can make my underwell
It's a big dark world now
It's a big dark Hell
- Nude With Boots
Beneath the shade
We want to show you
Billy is safe
Cool as the holy ghost
What do we hate
Give back the shows
Billy is sane
- Queen
As a measure of a soul
Like a dumb run: bring your fear
You and me, we got the same air going
Breathing here
You got sent the cold water you're in
Like someone left to could half breathing
Maybe me and the Queen could take another order
Lock it away
- Rat Faced Granny
The owls are burning
She's sick of me
And I'm not leaving
So what's the story?
Like a good night's
They flash in nowhere
- Revolve
Freedom's all lies different walk away
You gotta hold your tongue you gotta hit it with the right of way
Maybe I blocked you from your intellectual scene
In a way insane in a way it's gotta be.
Red Sister might be choking but I ain't about that kind
Answer me with the rhythm of a body that was born to lose two times.
Hey big motor
He says that I'm a true fortune lie
- Roadbull
BULL! / YOU SQUARE!
Is it all on your demand?
Seems as to
Where I see, yeah!
I'm for the Gingeree
Miss it all Miss it all
Get Loud! Make War! Make freedom!
- Shevil
It's nice to take a narrow man
And hold in a heaven
Grab it hold of for lamb
You try to deafen me
And leave it for shavin
Man over for same, yeah
Ben stars in all my wars and more, they're
Gonna act in emergency
- Skin Horse
Ty plays the battle fold though bastardly
Follow said criminal in the form of his hand
He'll chance the overload when it's all about the end
Maybe the size and soul will settle in
Everyone is shifting all around his agonize
Can't make the sort of sound this and dust could sanitize
Gonna see in Earth all edge
- Suicide In Progress
There's a little animal, way up in the air
My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there
There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth
He gives himself these orders and let it all be burned
There are lots of makeshift wonders, seven in the world
Five of them will not be noticed and three will not be heard
- The Bit
This is for cows
It's not for the size of me
Into my mouth
Nine-hundred and fourteen
Try some force
Try to lead
The foundling die is close determinate
- Vile
Your vile, sawed in howl
Exudes a demigogic stool
And your little bit of dropper down
It lows and reaches up all real loud
And I pray, and I pray
And slowly rise upon my knees
And praise the little bit of dropper down
That hardens in me