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The Immaculate Glitch

Alternative Glitch

Song written and produced by Gang @ Namuun studio (2010)

Onon - Taivshral

Women & Work

On My Way Downtown

Meteora

Lying from You

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бодлын гүнээс

Will You Love Me When I’m Dead

Chotaro ft Erdene DAVALGAA

The Select

Thought It Was Love

Death of Me

Surrender

Take Me Under

Maraljingoo - 17 Nas ft. Sho

It’s brown and it’s hairy,
and it tastes like butt.
Hey boys and girls,
do you wanna know what?
The worst kind of food, it is...
The coconut!

Oh, why did it come into existence?
With that foul smell and gummy consistence...
Millions of fools think it’s edible stuff!
Well, the first time that I had it,
for me was quite enough.

Coconut, it ain’t fit for pigs,
’cause it smells like ass,
and it tastes like twigs.
Coconut, it’s the sum of all my fears...
It is why I haven’t had a nice dessert in years!

Fuck you coconut,
fuck you coconut,
fuck you coconut,
you hairy bitch!

Oh, why do they put it in everything?
From breakfast cereals to hemorrhoid cream...
I long to escape its nefarious grasp,
’cause it makes me gag and it makes me gasp!

Coconut, it ain’t fit for pigs!
’Cause it smells like ass,
and it tastes like twigs!
Coconut, it’s the sum of all my fears...
It is why I haven’t had a nice dessert in years!

Fuck you coconut,
fuck you coconut,
fuck you coconut,
You hairy bitch!

F.U.C.

Within my shell...
Insulated.
My inner self...
Agitated.
All this chaos out there...
It’s like a sensory tide,
that keeps on churning.
Yet somewhere,
deep inside,
I feel a yearning...
even though I know

It’s so hard...
To be understood;
to walk the straight line,
with the rest of the herd.
It’s so hard...
But I’m still in the game.
There’s a spark in my heart,
glimmering through the shame.

My worried eyes...
Criticizing.
My weary mind...
Analyzing—
all this toxic fakeness,
that I just can’t seem to abide...
and my rage is burning.
Yet somehow,
deep inside,
I still feel that yearning...
even though I know

It’s so hard...
To be understood;
to walk the straight line,
with the rest of the herd.
It’s so hard...
but I’m still in the game.
There’s a spark in my heart,
glimmering through the shame.

I get tired of this constant striving,
lost inside these storms which never cease.
But at times, I’ll feel like I’m arriving;
like the puzzle finally fits the piece.

All thanks to that
persistent spark
within my heart,
driving me on
and on again,
especially when

It’s so hard...
To be understood;
to walk the straight line,
with the rest of the herd.
It’s so hard...
but I’m still in the game.
There’s a spark in my heart,
glimmering...

The Spark

All the preparations have been made,
and I am ready to go now on my way;
on a journey to Proxima Centauri—
that’s a star; it’s very far away.
And my prototype micro-fusion engine,
it’s got a plasma exhaust controller.
I took it downtown, to Rodrigo’s repair shop,
and he installed it in a purple Corolla.

I am pushing the blast off button,
and I’m rising up in all of my glory.
Heading out to interstellar space,
I’m on my way to Proxima Centauri.

A slime green alien police craft
is hot on the heels of my Toyota.
And a squeaky little voice on my radio—
it is saying that I really do oughta 
replace that rinkydink fusion drive,
because it defies galactic regulations.
They’re gonna let it slide, just this once,
but I’m getting a very stern citation.

I am pushing the pedal to the metal,
and I’m the hero of my very own story.
Moving on through interstellar space,
I’m on the road to Proxima Centauri.

This journey is so very, very long,
and the star is so very, very far...
So I guess I’ll roll me up some AstroTurf,
and then I’ll play a tune on this here guitar...

Proxima Centauri

A blossom was glistening in the night,
reflecting the street light’s blaze.
A pale revelation in yellow and white,
which immediately captured my gaze.

This useless thing, so helpless and doomed,
utterly crude, yet splendidly fair;
rooted in asphalt and flaunting its bloom
to a universe which does not care.

Like a tiny reflection of my own soul,
trying to thrive in spite of it all,
inhaling pollution with every breath,
and throwing beauty in the face of Death.

Nightflower, nightflower,
we reach for the sky...
but before we can make it,
we curl up and die.
Nightflower, nightflower,
Oh, why do we try?

So I stood there and stared
at a corner of an empty street.
And I felt my bitter despair
turning partly bittersweet.

Then my dog pulled the leash,
so I walked away,
and the moment was gone.
But the memory’s remained
deep within my mind,
and it helps me go on.

Like a tiny reflection of my own soul,
trying to thrive in spite of it all,
inhaling pollution with every breath,
and throwing beauty in the face of Death.

Nightflower, nightflower,
we reach for the sky...
but before we can make it,
we curl up and die.
Nightflower, nightflower,
Oh, why do we try?

I’ll try to remember
that grace will endure in the dark.
I’ll try to remember
that hope shall eternally spark.
So when my soul becomes distant,
and the shadows creep in,
when I crave nonexistence,
and my courage runs thin...
I’ll remember that sweet nightflower.

Nightflower

I tried to hide inside a flask,
I tried to hide behind a mask,
I tried to hide under a leaf,
I tried to hide away my grief.

Ain’t no hiding from your soul.
Ain’t no hiding from that pain.
Keep on playing, lose it all.
Keep on going, go insane.

Please don’t make me see,
because I don’t want to know.
Please don’t make me share,
because I don’t want to show.
No, no, no...

I tried to lose my self in clubs,
I tried to lose my self in pubs.
I tried to lose my self in art,
I tried to ease my wounded heart.

Ain’t no hiding from your soul.
Ain’t no hiding from that pain.
Keep on playing, lose it all.
Keep on going, go insane.

Please don’t make me see,
because I don’t want to know.
Please don’t make me share,
because I don’t want to show.
No, no, no...

I don’t want to know
how much of me was taken...
I don’t want to know
how much I have forsaken.

Ain’t gonna search my soul,
I’m too afraid of what I’ll find.
Gotta get me something new
to sedate my noisy mind.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I Don’t Want to Know

He was born middle class,
but he became a czar.
He runs six social apps
and a webinar.
He’s got twenty-five wives
and a thousand cars.
He owns a chain of hotels
and a shitload of bars.

His moral fiber is so very sparse:
He killed all his rivals
and some guy named Lars.
He thinks that democracy
is just a big farce.
He’s gonna be the first
billionaire on Mars.

He is spending big money;
he is blowing his wad
on a gargantuan rocket
with a pair of huge pods.
But the tests flights run badly,
and his rocket goes boom;
So he fires some people,
then he rants and he fumes.

He enjoys vintage wines
and rare caviars.
He keeps Kopi Luwak
in Baccarat jars.
He collects fine art
and iconic guitars.
He jams with Paul McCartney
and Ringo Starr.

He’ll try out any vice,
no matter how bizarre.
He chills in the Maldives
and parties in Qatar.
He sits in Swiss banks
smoking Cuban cigars.
He’s gonna be the first
billionaire on Mars.

He reaches out to his friends
for funds and solutions
from people in governments
and research institutions.
He gives a passionate speech
full of fancy explanations
to the General Assembly
of the United Nations.

His godhood is near,
and his vision is far.
He’ll helm a huge starship,
like Captain Picard.
He’s the king of the world,
and now he thirsts for the stars.
He’s gonna be the first
billionaire on Mars.

The rust-red planet
will turn dollar-green
by company drones
sent to set up the scene.
The chosen few will arrive
to establish their claims,
while the rest of us losers
go up in flames.

He is the first; we’re kept for last.
He is the future; we are the past.
He is the first; too bad he’s the worst…
His world will be blessed
while ours remains cursed.

The First Yacht on Mars

“If you can actually count your money,
then you're not a rich man.”

He was born middle class,
but he became a czar.
He runs six social apps
and a webinar.
He’s got twenty-five wives
and a thousand cars.
He owns a chain of hotels
and a shitload of bars.

His moral fiber is so very sparse:
He killed all his rivals
and some guy named Lars.
He thinks that democracy
is just a big farce.
He’s gonna be the first
billionaire on Mars.

He is spending big money;
he is blowing his wad
on a gargantuan rocket
with a pair of pods.
But the tests run badly,
and his rocket goes boom;
So he fires some people,
then he rants and he fumes…
’Cause he wants to go to Mars.

He enjoys vintage wines
and rare caviars.
He keeps Kopi Luwak
in Baccarat jars.
He collects fine art
and iconic guitars.
He jams with Paul McCartney
and Ringo Starr.

He’ll try out any vice,
no matter how bizarre.
He chills in the Maldives
and parties in Qatar.
He sits in Swiss banks
smoking Cuban cigars.
He’s gonna be the first
billionaire on Mars.

He reaches out to his friends
for funds and solutions
from people in governments
and research institutions.
He gives a passionate speech
full of fancy explanations
to the General Assembly
of the United Nations.

“Earth provides enough
to satisfy every man's need,
but not every man's greed.”

His godhood is near,
and his vision is far.
He’ll helm a huge starship
like Captain Picard.
He’s the king of the world,
and now he thirsts for the stars.
He’s gonna be the first
billionaire on Mars.

The rust-red planet
will turn dollar-green
by company drones
sent to set up the scene.
The chosen few will colonize,
staking out their claims
while we, the poor masses,
will go up in flames.
What a bloody shame…
back to the dust
from whence we came…

“The best thing about money
is it gives you options in life.”

He is the first; we’re kept for last.
He is the future; we are the past.
He is the first, he’ll own the universe.
His world will be blessed
while ours remains cursed…
’Cause he simply is the worst.

The First Billionaire on Mars

I’m feeling like it’s time to quit,
to give up all this boring shit.
I guess I’ll sell the things I own,
and sail away to parts unknown.
Sure, it’s a reckless thing to do,
but I went ahead and thought it through.
I’m gonna move far out of reach,
the place is called Komodo Beach.

Komodo Beach, a place of peace,
an isle of joy, a bay of bliss.
The water’s pure, the air is sweet,
the weed is strong, the rum is neat.
Komodo Beach, the sky is clear,
the sand is pink, the sea is sheer.
The dragons bite, but they’re too slow.
Yeah, that is where I wanna go…
That is where I’m gonna go.

I sold my watches, and my flat,
I sold my car and all my tat.
It’s time to give my life the slip,
and find a place aboard a ship.
It’ll have to be a modest boat,
I saved up some, but I ain’t rich,
it’s just enough to keep afloat
while living in Komodo Beach.

Komodo Beach, where money keeps,
the rent is low and food is cheap.
Where you don’t need to work at all,
so take your time and have a ball.
Komodo Beach, the beer is cold,
the palms are green, the sun is gold.
The dragons stink, but that’s okay.
Yeah, that is where I’ll want to stay.

Yeah, I’m gonna ride the dragon!
No, it’s a perfectly rational thing to do.
I’m fine, I just had one spliff
and a couple of beers.
Okay, watch me do it…
Rrrrah!

Komodo Beach…
The perfect place to surf.
Komodo Beach…
A heaven here on earth.
Komodo Beach…
It’s like my dreams came true.
Komodo Beach…
Why don’t you come here too?

Sure, sure, come on over,
just don’t crowd me, don’t crowd me.
Yeah, you know, only the cool people,
ten, twelve at the most, no more.
And spread out, yeah?
So we can all ease into it.
Oh man, that dragon bite really does hurt!
I think I’ll just pour some rum on it.
Uh yeah, that feels great…
Life sure is good.

Komodo Beach

It’s a hot summer day
and I’ve got nothin’ goin’ on.
I think I’ll just sit on my porch,
and soak up the sun.
But I also feel like
having a nice treat…
Let’s think about things
which are good to eat.

Ice cream is sweet,
but I haven’t got any,
and the lemon cake I had,
I gave it to Jenny.
Oh, hey, I know!
I’ve got fruit in my fridge!
A lovely fruit salad
would do in a pinch!

What a wonderful dish,
full of colors and flavor!
A juicy fruit salad is
something to savor.

Fun, fun, fun in the sun…
Yum, yum, yum in my tum…
Fruit salad is the best,
so tasty and full of zest!

So let’s see…
I’ve got apples and grapes
and peaches and plums,
I’ve got apricots and pears
and raisins with rum,
I’ve got cherries and bananas
and pineapple slices,
I think this fruit salad
is gonna be the nicest! 

I take my bunch of fruit
and I peel them all up,
then I get out the board
and I give them the chop,
and lastly,
I mix them in my favourite bowl.
It’s really not complicated at all!

What a wonderful dish,
full of colors and flavor!
A juicy fruit salad is
something to savor.

Fun, fun, fun in the sun…
Yum, yum, yum in my tum…
Fruit salad is the best,
so tasty and full of zest!

I’m now on my porch
with the bowl in my lap,
crunching and munching
and chewing it up.
The sun is so hot
and shiny in the sky…
Fruit salad’s a joy!
I urge you to try.

Fruit Salad

This world requires
all kinds of minds;
you think that I’m broken,
but I’m just fine.
I’m different, not flawed...
just a little bit odd,
and I won’t be involved
in emotional fraud.

Your exuberance is unrelenting,
but I choose to remain authentic;
instead of selling bogus passion,
maybe start working on compassion.

Unbalanced optimism
is your toxic notion,
too spineless to confront
your negative emotions;
it’s such a mindless method
to promote mental health:
if you want to be accepted,
just diminish yourself.

You keep telling me to lighten up
and get a bit more jolly;
I’d rather that you all wake up
and smell the melancholy.
Your vapid vigor is vain
and so viciously vile;
stop poisoning my brain
with your strychnine smiles.

These strychnine smiles...
Whoa oh…
Sick strychnine smiles...
Yeah yeah…
Stop hampering my heart,
stop messing up my mind
with your strychnine smiles...
Oh ooh whoa,
ooh whoa, ooh whoa whoa…

Your moronical expectations
are not my concern;
your emotional machinations
shall be thoroughly spurned.
If the crop doesn’t grow,
fix the soil, not the crop;
I won’t cancel my feelings
just to keep this damn job.

Neurodiversity’s like biodiversity—
it’s very crucial to the human race;
personal growth means facing adversity,
and walking the path at your own pace.

I keep my autonomy,
even in a crowd;
I hear my own melody,
even if you’re loud.
You think that it’s bad
to be angry or sad?
Well, I think it’s quite mad
to be perpetually glad.

That’s why I don’t need
your false reinforcements,
that’s why I don’t want
your spurious endorsements.
Your sunny gaslighting
is a cognitive prison,
and you’re criminalizing
people’s neuroticism.

The reign of positivity
directs the modern hive:
to never speak the truth
of what it's like to be alive.

Your conformity
is the jailer of freedom,
it’s the foe of the strange
and the killer of change.
Your mediocrity
is the bringer of boredom,
it’s the bane of the bright
and the death of delight.

Unbalanced optimism
is your toxic notion,
too spineless to confront
your negative emotions;
it’s such a mindless method
to promote mental health:
if you want to be accepted,
just diminish yourself.

You keep telling me to lighten up
and get a bit more jolly;
I’d rather that you all wake up
and smell the melancholy.
Your vapid vigor is vain
and so viciously vile;
stop poisoning my brain
with your strychnine smiles.

These strychnine smiles...
Whoa oh…
Sick strychnine smiles...
Yeah yeah…
Stop smothering my soul,
stop sullying my sight
with your strychnine smiles...
Oh ooh whoa,
ooh whoa, ooh whoa whoa…

Anger is vastly superior to shame;
sadness is so much better than guilt.
Tension is healthier than self-blame;
these are the things from which we are built.

You can't have hope without despair;
you can’t have grit without some wear.
You can’t have happiness without pain;
you can’t fake life and still be sane.

Strychnine Smiles

Mess Is Mine

Godsmack

Stress

It Goes Like This

Make Me Wanna

Black Gives Way To Blue

Check My Brain

Dirt

Rooster (2022 Remaster)

Them Bones (2022 Remaster)

Stronger Than Death

Rust

All A Man Should Do

Baby Don't You Want Me

FUTURE

Rent Money

Цаг хугацаа ямар ч баримжаагүй 
Чамайг ханатлаа тэвэрч амжаагүй
Хичнээн удаан хамт байгаад нэмэргүй
Хариад л шууд чамайг санана би дэндүү
Удаанаас удаан хамт байхыг хүснэ
Уулзах цагаа хүлээх үеийг арайхийж тэснэ
Чамтай уулзах мөч өнгөрнө даанч дэндүү хурдан 
Уулзалгүй удаж би огт чадахгүй
Хэн ч хориглосон намайг огт дийлэхгүй
Би чамайг хайрлана  огтхон ч буцахгүй
Хэзээ ч чамдаа би худал хэлэхгүй
Чиний хоолойг сонсохгүй бол би тавгүй
Би чамайг сонгосон чамд хязгааргүй
хайртай Чиний царайг харахгүй байж тэвчихгүй
Чи миний хажууд байхад надад өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
Чиний хоолойг сонсохгүй бол би тавгүй
Би чамайг сонгосон чамд хязгааргүй
хайртай Чиний царайг харахгүй байж тэвчихгүй
Чи миний хажууд байхад надад өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
                  өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
 Уулзахгүй байна гэж төсөөлөгдөхгүй 
Чамгүй байхад цагийн зүү хөдлөхгүй
Юу ч болсон бай миний дэргэд байх уу?
Өнөөдрөөс сайхан маргаашийг цуг хайх уу?
Чамайг харсан өдрөөс замхарсан
Бүх муу муухай хүслүүд арилсан
Уулзалгүй удаж би огт чадахгүй
Хэн ч хориглосон намайг огт дийлэхгүй
Би чамайг хайрлана  огтхон ч буцахгүй
Хэзээ ч чамдаа би худал хэлэхгүй
Чиний хоолойг сонсохгүй бол би тавгүй
Би чамайг сонгосон чамд хязгааргүй
хайртай Чиний царайг харахгүй байж тэвчихгүй
Чи миний хажууд байхад надад өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
Чиний хоолойг сонсохгүй бол би тавгүй
Би чамайг сонгосон чамд хязгааргүй
хайртай Чиний царайг харахгүй байж тэвчихгүй
Чи миний хажууд байхад надад өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
                       Өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
Чиний хоолойг сонсохгүй бол би тавгүй
Би чамайг сонгосон чамд хязгааргүй
хайртай Чиний царайг харахгүй байж тэвчихгүй
Чи миний хажууд байхад надад өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
Чиний хоолойг сонсохгүй бол би тавгүй
Би чамайг сонгосон чамд хязгааргүй
хайртай Чиний царайг харахгүй байж тэвчихгүй
Чи миний хажууд байхад надад өөр юу ч хэрэггүй
                       Өөр юу ч хэрэггүй

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Lucero

Raising Hell

If I Know Me

Chasin' You

10,000 Days

The Pot

Live from Atlanta

Texas & Tennessee

7 Summers

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