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Still Life with Maggots
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Hear it fall, hammer on the anvil, forging self made gods, deaf to all prayer. Nobody's home. No one's there. Nobody's home. Carry this with you. All your hallow days. Your spirit less than nothing in its endless gaze. The void stares back. The dream is over. Oh, invisible man. I'm on my knees for you. I've suffered so long. This existential gloom.
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Dog Years
04:21
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Cold heart uphill battle man. Calloused stone and feathered hands, cold hearth broken promise land, baring teeth and hiding plans. Overcast on kingdom came, grey and half light window frame, dimly shine on wax and wane, behind the shroud and full of rain. Inkwell, marrow, naked skin, threadbare sweater take the wind, we'll fare better, time again, crow quill poems, on the mend. Irate storm-heart, knees unbent, prostrate, skyward, kingdom went, sage and skeptic, time is lent, twilight falling, day is spent. Buzzard's banquet. The poets failed. Last ditch boneyard. Ship has sailed. Songbook cenotaph. Lazarus sings. Scrub the epitaph. Church bells ring.
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Sleight of hand or alchemy. Sell my own shit back to me. Call it gold and luxury. Fill the hole inside of me. Drink the overflowing cup. It's too much, it's never enough. Waiting to be lifted up. Cardboard martyrs all corrupt. Love your god and country, wasteland, promised land. Given of his bounty, suffer the children. Crowding in the temples, trampled under foot.
Claw each other's eyes out, body and blood. Peasants in the penthouse, dreaming, cleaning. Slaves are in the garden, sleeping, bleeding. Stains in the agora, they won't come clean. This is your lot in life, welcome home. East, sleep, nurture, kill, build, destroy, burn, burn. Burn your money. Storm, wash it all away, scorched earth. Weak, the meek will inherit nothing, clean your slate. Burn your money, burn your money, burn your money, burn your money.
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I'm being held at gunpoint. This method begs catharsis. I'm being held to a standard. I'm a sensitive fucking artist. I'm gonna die unsatisfied. I'm going to die. Lay your head down on this rock. We've got an axe to grind...
Shame, contempt and writers block. A genius in decline. Still holding out on me. Bitter marrow of contention. The burning love that could have been, unrequited in both directions. You're gonna die unsatisfied. You're going to die. You're going to live your stupid life. Then you're gonna die. They say the pen is mighty. Well what if I wrote this verse. Etched it on a blade, honed with a bitter curse.
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Tax Season in Dreamland
04:05
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He settled his modest estate. I never thought to wonder why. Left us with fistfuls of earth, I never got to say goodbye. The laws of gravity and averages, tell me it's been far too long. Day dreaming beneath a hammer tree, Sorrow sing a blacksmith's song. These embers were a roaring blaze. Ungentle, fight the will of gods. With parting words your fury fails, In callous disregard for odds. Look upon this newborn prince, behold his fresh and furrowed brow. A prodigy of grace is sleeping. It's tax season in dreamland now.
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Brute Cortege
03:16
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New day reckoning. Count us one less. Black hole Beckoning. Heavy hearts don't rest. No longer of this earth, burdens to deny. We'll tend to th dirt, you tend to the sky. Limbs lift a feather, shine in a crow's eye. Wave Goodbye.
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Hand of Unmaking
14:06
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The body politic. Symptoms of ill. Bitter nostrum. Breaker of wills. Blood of martyrs grease this wheel. Hand of unmaking, time unhealed. Sleep now. Surrender in the undertow. Dreaming, dreaming. Living in the interval. Grace and mercy, frozen in amber. Root or feather, tooth and nail clamber. Temples fold beneath the weigh of law. Daylight dies in these pitiless jaws. in the nucleus we can all be one, unmade in his image, in his zero sum. Draw your lot. Cast a backwards glance. Lead or follow, all are made to dance.
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The Great Sabatini Montréal, Québec
Regarding The Great Sabatini: Since forming in Montreal in late 2007, we've released four ep's and three full length albums, and logged seemingly endless tour dates around North America and Europe. Our music is an aggressive mixture of noise rock, doom, hardcore, and metal wrapped up in a burly sludge aesthetic. All four of us handle vocal duties. We play loud, and with conviction. ... more
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