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Agafia
05:59
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deep in the northern forests
beyond the reach of wars and heresies
at the edge of a fallen world
with a mind from the 17th century
fled down the raging river
in a boat made from a hollow tree
to escape extermination
by the soviet police
Agafia
now you're sat spinning wool
in a tiny rickety hut
your teeth are all ground down
to yellowing stumps
every surface covered
in a fine layer of dirt
you're laughing through the pain
and setting back to work
Agafia
buried beneath wooden crosses
your family all dead
god took them from this earth
now you're the only one that's left
baking bread and milking goats
tending crops and chopping wood
you sing matins and vespers
and wait for the end of the world
Agafia
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Tiger Beat Guyz
04:29
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your eyes are the ocean
and i've got the notion
that we could be in LUV
love love love
you make me say aww
cause you're Devon Sawa
you make me go squee
cause you're JTT
make me whisper kiss kiss kiss
cause you're jonathan brandis
oh the boys of tiger beat
just got your pubes and you're so sweet
oh the boys of tiger beat
got my eye on you though we'll never meet
yeah i got eyes
for tiger beat guys
oh leo you're so deep
want to watch you as you sleep
to my heart you hold the key
talking bout BSB
mmmbop,don't want to stop
need 20 more posters of new kids on the block
few years from now i'll be crushing on manson
but right now all i want is hanson
oh the boys of tiger beat
just got your pubes and you're so sweet
oh the boys of tiger beat
got my eye on you though we'll never meet
yeah i got eyes
for tiger beat guys
your undercut
cuts into my heart
your flowing blonde locks,
your middle part
but now you're broken
by the years
a cursed chain of
heartthrob tears
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Ten Cent Plague
03:46
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your brain is rotting
your heart is vulgar and perverse
your body is a vessel for sin
your mind is a nest for demons
Dr. Wertham is coming...
for your superheroes
for your Jungle Girls
for your gumshoes
for your two bit hoods
let the children burn their books
so they don't catch the plague
in my moral crusade
against the ten cent plague
take the weird out of your science
no more true crime for a dime
seal your tales back in the crypt
take up your bible and crucifix
Dr. Wertham is coming...
for the living dead
for disembodied heads
for your junkies
for the scarlet ladies
you'll wear the seal of approval
or bear the mark of plague
in my public crusade
against the ten cent plague
you'll play hopscotch and pick flowers
in a world without the plague
learn respect for your elders
in a world without the plague
justice prevails and evil is punished
in a world without the plague
delinquent children will learn obedience
in a world without the plague
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Proper People
06:40
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you slipped in through
a broken window
shattered glass
crackling underfoot
stagnant pools
and the smell of black mold
and the creaking groan
of rotted wood
peeling paint
and cracked plaster
nests of birds
up in the rafters
the yellowed paper
of a tattered calendar
its days and years
now gone forever
can you feel the wind blow through this
empty conscience?
and can you feel the presence in this
omnipresent absence?
in these vacant homes
and rusted factories
every surface is a canvas
for obscenity
can you hear the empty spaces
sing an elegy
to a long lost life
of easy luxury
entropy will always win
but then what did you expect?
the children's children
of a crumbling nation
will pay its grave no respect
if we fall and no god hears us
do we make a sound?
as the darkness and the silence
descending all around
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Know That I
04:20
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It’s pride you feel for your country
That I’m using against you
with a stroke of a golden pen
Take your freedom away
When it’s much too late you’ll see
The whirlwind comin’
Take a lick off my jackboot
get the fuck outta my way
When you suffer the most, you’ll know,
That I have betrayed you.
When the bayonet's in your back
Why bother to wait?
On your way out the door
Some lies to sustain you.
The love you're faking
Will equal the hatred you make.
you see what you want to see
your beliefs preconceived
i supply reality
to keep your delusions maintained
to divide and conquer is the
name of the game I am playing
War never changes
And profit is all that remains
When you suffer the most, you’ll know,
That I have betrayed you.
When the tear gas and bullets come flying
You’ll lament the day!
Keep begging for more!
who can really blame you?
I'm giving you what you asked for
and it’s just the American way.
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Mass for Shut-Ins
06:23
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the lights are off
the door is latched
religious tracts
newspaper stacks
and herds of rats
in heaps of trash
in solitude
i speak in tongues
a brand new language
a congregation of one
now darkness has fallen
i draw all the curtains
take holy communion
at a mass for shut ins
the static speaks my name
on a tiny radio
a world accelerating
beyond all control
i'll stay here in my chair
curled up in a ball
and prepare to disappear
once and for all
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8. |
Departures
04:56
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on a crisp sunday morning
your suit drycleaned and pressed
no cars just a distant humming
and the anxious pressure in your chest
now you've got no appetite
can't finish your tea and toast
you'll soon be leaving on the redeye
a one-way flight in coach
please prepare for departure
soon boarding will commence
and make sure to inform us
should you require assistance
please prepare for departure
now boarding will commence
and we would like to apologize
for any incovenience
filing among the faces
exhausted with identity
you leave your selfhood behind
and welcome anonymity
as you check in at the counter
airport staff all dressed in black
you've brought no carry-on along
just the clothing on your back
please prepare for departure
soon boarding will commence
and make sure to inform us
if you require assistance
please prepare for departure
now boarding will commence
and we would like to apologize
for any incovenience
divorced from the world below
held high up in the air
just watching the clouds twist and billow
and there is nothing to declare.
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Black Market Hard-Tack St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Black Market Hard-Tack is a synthpop / post-punk group from St. John's, Newfoundland. We started out composing songs based
around the Korg DS-10 synth and sequencer for Nintendo DS, and fleshed out the arrangements with other instruments and synths.
Krissy Breen - Vocals
Chad Feehan - Bass
Curtis Kilfoy- Vocals and Guitar and Synth and Sequencing
Ryan Wade-
Guitar and Synth and Sequencing
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