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These are listed in the order in which they were released.

Tenderfoot(RP Casette/Baggage E.P.)
(instrumental)

Consent & Consequence(RP Casette/Baggage E.P.)
(not published for personal reasons)

Hopeslum(RP Casette/Baggage E.P./”You Are Dead)
Get a shot,
Get a letter,
Bask in the sun to burn your skin.
Hold a grudge, grip it tight.
Make cold with coals.
Pain a bird, send it home,
Count the wounds and sleep alone.
Send them home.
Sleep alone.
Pray.
For.
Rain.
To complain again.

Essence(RP Casette/Baggage E.P.)
Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, etc…
Distill a man, get essence of ape.
The spirit of man is essence of ape.
Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, etc…
Dr. Poole you’re a hot.
‘Cause you’re in hell
Belial, Belial, Belial, Belial,
Belial, Belial, Belial, Belial,
Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape,
Ape, Ape, Ape, etc, etc, etc, etc…
Distill.

Trade(Trade Labour Vocation)
A.
LINK
B.
I’d drink your molasses but it’s far too thick.
I’d taste your syrup but it would make me sick.
The recipe is simple but the taste is bitter.
(???)
When the sky and the pavement smile back at me I’ll try again.
Make me feel so sick.
Make me feel so thick.
Far too sick makes me thick.

Labour(Trade Labour Vocation/”You Are Dead”)
I wish I was that spade shovel so near death so often. Helping erase cold still persons. Lifelessly fall and churn.
I wish I was those warm hands and hard feet that exercise me and the soil I break.
Think of me when you’re living.

Vocation(Trade Labour Vocation)
I am ready, but not eager.
This pace is fast enough for me.

I sit where I sleep and I sleep where I eat.
And I’ll move
Only to excrete.
And I’ll settle in a channel for a while.
And I’ll wait for a while.
And only to return where I sleep, where I eat, where I sit
This pace
is slow enough for me.

I am full, yet I eat it whole.
I am full, yet I eat it all.
Swing low enough to tow me and lose your way back.
This pace is just right
for me.

Letters to Ailments(Endless Vacation)
Dear atrophy and emaciation,
It makes no difference. Everyday I’m letting go of right and wrong.
There’s no need to measure all that moral baggage.
Dear scurvy or jaundice,
It’ll make no difference. With scant and infidelity in my stride
and jade in my eyes, can’t you see the fatigue of leisure?

I’ll sleep in your bed and bake you blanket bread.
I’ll slip into your head and bake you brain bread.

Hammer Falls(Endless Vacation)
Sometimes it is the flashbacks in my head.
Sometimes it’s the endless, mindless, visionless, unnerving, ignorant, intrusive things that you said/did.
And sometimes it is the flashbacks in my head.
Sometimes it’s the abrasion of your action.
but sometimes it’s all in my head.

I judged you by your words.
I judged you by your actions.
By my traumas the hammer fell.
I judged you.
Mock trial.

“You Are Dead”(“You Are Dead”)
Winter is coming on. I’ll feel like shit and then I’m gone.
Apologize for everything. My smile melts under falling rain.

Did suicide cross your mind too?
You are dead just to live again.
Low is low is low is low.
You leave home just to leave again.

I want to break your luck.
I am the garbage swimming in the dump.
No luck.
Persuasion is the key to your luck.
I am the garbage swimming in the dump
and I want your luck.

No Cops (No Cops single.Unreleased)
    Every corner hold my breath, I’ll forever watch my back.
It makes me sweat.
I’m not crippled by the heat,
Hustle hard, no sleep.
Mr. Officer, crooked officer,
Why you wanna put me in a coffin sir?
I look for wires when I’m talking to you.
You’d make a great cop.
Got my black gloves on, got my black shirt on,
Black mask on my mother fuckin’ face.
Turn the lights off, saw the barrel off.
It’s been too long.
Your family’s grieving?
Fuck ’em too.
We are herds beyond repair,
No cure.
I hate every cop in this town.
Mischief bound.
Dicks hate policemen, yes it’s true.
We hate police and so should you.
It’s not my imagination…
There’s a gun in my back.
It’s a shame, a disgrace,
Everytime you show your face.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday…
Police on my back.
Police come, I didn’t wanna go this morning,
Shot him in the head with my old 44 this morning.
Every cop that ever lived.
A.C.A.B.
No Stripes on my shoulders.
No Cops on my block.

Nude Mind(No Cops single/Unreleased)
Apathy and Nihilism.
I can’t find a reason to care anymore.
I can’t be who I’ve been anymore.
Indifferences claws are gripping me
& I hate the word community.
I don’t hope anymore.
May my own wind Guide me.
Terrified, Anihilated.
There’s no distance to measure anymore.
When I hit the bottom of the grade I lost momentum.
The Vacuums of life.
Apathy’s got a hold of me. Nihilism, don’t care to get free.

Angelina Jolie(Unreleased) – Land Minds cover by Kenny Hall and Preston Nunez
Everyone is suffering now.

DEMO/BAGGAGE E.P.

Tenderfoot
(instrumental)

Consent and Consequence
(not published for personal reasons)

Hopeslum

Get a shot,
Get a letter,
Bask in the sun to burn your skin.
Hold a grudge, grip it tight.
Make cold with coals.
Pain a bird, send it home,
Count the wounds and sleep alone.
Send them home.
Sleep alone.
Pray.
For.
Rain.
To complain again.

Essence
(transcribed from recording by memory)

Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, etc…
Distill a man, get essence of ape.
The spirit of man is essence of ape.
Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, etc…
Dr. Poole you’re a hot,
hot, hot, hot, etc…
‘Cause you’re in hell,
hell, hell, hell, hell, etc…
Belial, Belial, Belial, Belial,
Belial, Belial, Belial, Belial,
Ape, Ape, Ape, Etc, etc, etc, etc…
Distill.

TRADE LABOUR VOCATION E.P.

A.
LINK
B.
I’d drink your molasses but it’s far too thick.
I’d taste your syrup but it would make me sick.
The recipe is simple but the taste is bitter.
(???)
When the sky and the pavement smile back at me I’ll try again.
Make me feel so sick.
Make me feel so thick.
Far too sick makes me thick.

Labour

I wish I was that spade shovel so near death so often. Helping erase cold still persons. Lifelessly fall and churn.

I wish I was those warm hands and hard feet that exercise me and the soil I break.
Think of me when you’re living.

Vocation

I am ready, but not eager.
This pace is fast enough for me.

I sit where I sleep and I sleep where I eat.
And I’ll move
Only to excrete.
And I’ll settle in a channel for a while.
And I’ll wait for a while.
And only to return where I sleep, where I eat, where I sit
This pace
is slow enough for me.

I am full, yet I eat it whole.
I am full, yet I eat it all.
Swing low enough to tow me and lose your way back.
This pace is just right
for me.

Letters to Ailments

Dear atrophy and emaciation,
It makes no difference. Everyday I’m letting go of right and wrong.
There’s no need to measure all that moral baggage.
Dear scurvy or jaundice,
It’ll make no difference. With scant and infidelity in my stride
and jade in my eyes, can’t you see the fatigue of leisure?

I’ll sleep in your bed and bake you blanket bread.
I’ll slip into your head and bake you brain bread.

Hammer Falls

Sometimes it is the flashbacks in my head.
Sometimes it’s the endless, mindless, visionless, unnerving, ignorant, intrusive things that you said/did.
And sometimes it is the flashbacks in my head.
Sometimes it’s the abrasion of your action.
but sometimes it’s all in my head.

I judged you by your words
I judged you by your actions
& by my traumas the hammer fell
I judged you.
mock trial

Train Fever (unreleased)

The steam blew past my town
and filled my lungs on the way out.
There’s so much gravity here,
There’s so much gravity this year.

IBM Dream (unreleased)

Take a lap around the skull.
A plastic bucket to catch the drool.
Frogs mating down below,
sleazing at the water hole.
Take a nap inside the skull.
Inhale water, exhale drool.
The frogs mating down below are
sleazing at the water hole.
Apart we’ll surely break for welfare checks sake.
I want to break your luck.
You’re the garbage swimming in the dump. No luck.
Persuasion is much faster than your luck.
Garbage swimming in the dump is your luck.

Winter is coming on. I’ll feel like shit and then I’m gone.
Apologize for everything. My smile melts under falling rain.

Did suicide cross your mind too?
You are dead just to live again.
Low is low is low is low.
You leave home just to leave again.

I want to break your luck.
I am the garbage swimming in the dump.
No luck.
Persuasion is much faster than my luck.
I am the garbage swimming in the dump
and I want your luck.

No Cops (unreleased)
Every corner hold my breath.
I’ll forever watch my back.
It makes me sweat.

I’m not crippled by the heat,
Hustle hard; no sleep.

Mr. Officer, crooked officer,
Why you wanna put me in a coffin sir?

I look for wires when I’m talking to you.
You’d make a great cop.

Got my black gloves on, got my black shirt on,
Black mask on my mother fuckin face.

Turn the lights off, saw the barrel off.
It’s been too long.

Your family’s grieving?
Fuck ‘em too.

We are herds beyond repair,
No cure.

Never happy, never satisfied.
NO COPS.

I hate every cop in this town.
Mischief bound.

Dicks hate policemen, yes it’s true.
We hate police and so should you.

It’s not my imagination…
There’s a gun in my back.

It’s a shame, a disgrace,
Everytime you show your face.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday…
Police on my back.

Police come, I didn’t wanna go this morning,
Shot him in the head with my old 44 this morning.

Every cop that ever lived.
A.C.A.B.

Angelina Jolie (originally by land minds, Kenny Hall and Preston Nunez, unreleased)

Everyone is suffering now.

Local Witch (unreleased)

Wild with hope and horn, but smothered by doldrums.
Grey clad lust bastards sifting through the sidewalks.
Turn the barrel, don’t wipe your feet, take off your shoes and unfold my sheets.
There’s a give up and a give in and a wait it out, a hesitation and a ‘Can I join you?’

Let’s put on the scale moral vs. morale
Let’s measure the consequence of lust on trust.

Sleeping death, the backwash in the casket is for you.
I can see my breath, I’m lost in the cascades, it’s cold and it’s mundane up here.
Local witch, see me from your window, oak gall dreams with you.
lying there, your head on my chest, my heart beating faster, I’ll ask you soon…
can I kiss you?

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