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01 odd-job

gah... this one is wild

(my end of the year gift for y'all)





Artwork : 
Shoggart

PRISM

Mix by Alan 'Mode' Grace

Lyrics:

A delusion of grand doors
A pollution of every man's law
Dissolution of pans score
The ballads sport
Land war to handle the poor
Ill Slander more
As the adders caught
But ladders fall
It's rather short
Of salad sauce
Source the candles flaw
A flicker, sought wicks and thicker whores
A sicker sort of richer pawns
With richter mourns
Give em gore, thawed out
Bored of doubt drawn conclusions
Insatiable thoughts, cold fusion
Slaughter cows for ignoring vows you nuisance
Snoring clowns
In roaring clouds 
The futures found

An omnivore for yoni ouch
Wound right round the yogis snout 
Shoot them
Muzzle flash the rubbles wrath 
Hubbles batch of bubble baths 
Trouble bridge burnt huddle sling singed turds
Water puddles under the gutter glint dirt wonder 
If riddles of Hymns hurt the other 
Dim when curtains cover 
Criminals cringe while learning lovers
Lynch for fun, hung with linen rugs
Swimming doves, spare us the cutter dud 
Cluttered minds govern time with floods of swine blood and blights of 

Chat shit get muted
In fact I'm used to it
Get flutes for quick loosh and Hiss
Venomous
Hence I'm pissed
Spirit whispers miss, risk it for biscuits
Dipped in crucifixes drip
Like who's your misses missing bitch
Slit to slit
Hit the bottomless pit
With vomit to spit
Honestly 
Let's abolish the pricks
Obviously you're not winning lotteries just watch the flick

COLD FUSION

JUNGLIST WHO?

Adder Petter
Average wetter 
Of beds
Since sheperds been hell bent yet heavens sent
Slept on benches
Rather than with wenches
When Does it end kid? 

Clenched fists
Pending gifts 
Gatekept gaping pits
Praise the ray-kissed
Upon grazed cliffs
Play with grey braids like beyblades 
Maidens wish they made a tip
Tables flipped
Fables writ
Archaic glyphs fit flames to spit
Our Aims to lift the veil on risk
Do re me so far sowing discord from afar
Throw golden atoms at Adams apples 
Eris, Lilith, Manson add Man to Son 
Bedlam for bad blood
Imagine one
With manners none
Hammers hunt
For banners to hung
Bland as neutered spunk
Like Skewered skunks
Thai stick stunk
Tired of wired wicks,
Thats how midas crumbs
Why hitch rides 
When ditches I reside 
Come providing lunch 
Lies?
Lays.
Wise?
Nej.
Nice?
Great.
Spite?
You bet ya.
Wait.
Ice?
Cake
Nine
Ate
Limes to trade
Spines to raise... 

Chrism
Light through a prism 
Light time in prison
Ive got the tism 
Product of the system
Wisdom.

SNAKE OIL

imagine that
rabbits out the hat
cracks in black glass
from jabbas bad gas
mad hat
pulp fic
cults risk
with the oldest trick 
in the book
my bulb was lit
coldest wick in the knook 
and kranny 
look ma no hands see
brand spanking cranberry
like the man was seen crammed in the back of a ferry
very merry
of thee
pleasantly fending off peasantry
mending the methylene
yo the fuck does that mean
co creative faculties 
i may be too slow to pack heat
gradually ill stack the meaning
daft heathens
grab cash, still fact teething
hack beacons on sandy beaches

and after short evenings
some sought eden
hoard concrete fleets like reason
floorboards squeaking while im fucken sleeping
chores cheating all stuck on bereavement 

of course im bleeding 
been spawning semen before you were born barely breathing 
claws to feed with awful demons
the cream of the corn been bought for reaping

CO-CREATIVE FACULTY

somethin seems off as i kilter forth
true power is the lack of force
let go and become it 
imagining the summit and the air is sweet

somethings always right about being wrong
never been betrayed by the great beyond
only those of it
trailing the comets a nice cool breeze

where will you go when this all ends

journey of a sigh

EXCALIBUR (NO VOX)

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EXCALIBUR (NO VOX)

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