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Release Date: Format: Label: Producer: Running Time: |
March 2, 2002 CD/Vinyl Gold Standard Labs Alex Newport 19:27 |
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Tracklisting |
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1. [Cut That City] 5:44 2. [Concertina] 4:54 3. [Eunuch Provocateur] 8:48 |
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Lyrics
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Neonecropopulace has no reflection Neocaeczaristic phallic ruins Just east of the rival denial the techs are breathing Welcome to this neotokyo Gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarm Bouquet of cuticles Landscape tantrums Tramontane torching the tramontane I've heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on the richter scale The alleys will flow Marble intercourse Roil the pantheon of subterfuge Tramontane torching the tramontane This marabout isn't untouchable Indentured by servitude Neoinfidels - Let's plug them in Neopolygraphic, trip chords Centrocircuiphobia the fallacy Welcome to neotokyo Tore the wings off seraphin, fed them to the anglophiles In this stag cabaret the bark of buildings surged through the whipping volt adobe. Go to the lexicon you sluggard if you will. |
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In denial Who will come clean all the ravenous debris In disguise Sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing This scapegrace will pay my barking harangue Are you listening? On the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old In denial File this under a bridge that he can't leave Will those shadows glare From that blank-rimmed stare In a vacancy hush Anque me dejaste ahogando en el mar Aquestete in la tierra De la realidad de tusueno Manos me recuerdo Solamente a ti te odio Yo ya me voy In denial Who will clean up all this ravenouse debris In denial File this under a bridge that he can't leave And the storyville sawbones couldn't fill The prescription to mend All the broken wills in the white lie ward Don't you pretend Tangled in thorns To walk unborn And this debt will collect |
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The Al Sirat hides behind a wardrobe of eunuchs Seconds collide with the padisha scandal The cauldrons have eyes by way of racket and vice A brothel's bedpan filled with demimonde lice Dethroned by the comatorium De-loused in the comatorium The Al Sirat hides behind a wardrobe of eunuchs Seconds collide with the padisha scandal Tribunals installed now that the provoste has been de-frocked The labefaction is venal My how these tricks turn themselves In the wake of the inquisition limbless Answers inoculated I've caught mono bobbing for barbed wire These nasty sores of ataxia will feel the sting of the opiate copulation |
