coax all creatures in to my hollow now they’re held hostage 
and my hideaway, my abide-away doubles as a hospice
get out of my clutches? need a priest + a locksmith
we all know women form a mental monolith
never divvy up the winnings
cuz i live to make a killing
all these ancient weapons
all this doomsday prepping
stallions have gone extinct 
off to celestial precinct
but i’m not done yet, ride myself into the sunset 
just some naked body draped in silk, marred by steel
prototypes cannot stand but unwilling to kneel
i’m never even keeled or tightly sealed
i swear i’d kill - even with no plumb plea deal
mind always oscillates
body just stays fossil bait
tamed + made it docile, this hate
sing gospel at heaven’s gate
i’m bejeweled, molten core: no time to cool
i bless their scalps with drops of drool
cowards don dunce caps at the duel
are you disturbed by this sinful syntax?
i’m afraid you’ll have to pay a thin skin tax
even uncontacted tribes take my bribes
whatever i prescribe, 
they’ll beg for another taste of bitter brine

proceed like a piglet thru the dense thicket
it’s ripe so pick it, had tits so he dicked it 
he had such a nice skull until i bricked it
fuck the girls, haze frats instead
spit or swallow? fill vats instead
beg to differ with the inbred
haunt dreams like pinhead
organized as a 13-year-old’s closet
hit you fast like a direct deposit
no peephole + no peeking in my pocket 
deep down, depleted in a pleated skirt
plead for him to make it hurt
had to masticate mud for years to hit pay dirt
crack an egg on your head, let the yolk drip down
you all drowned without even becoming proper nouns
why be tough when you can stay tethered + tender
why craft a response when you can return to sender
only for you, i turned on my read receipts
these grotesque games only bred deceit
don’t cure shit, i exacerbate symptoms
i’m the vile virus in your computer systems
tried to put me to sleep with a nursery rhyme
but i can’t be killed because i burst from slime
+ i’m well-versed in crime
when you’re with me, you have the absolute worst time

don't be a hero: stick to the regimen
it takes years to pick just the right specimen
only for the most special men 
my body's a game but you can't win it
intubated in just one minute
i plead out, you bleed out like when a grin splits 
wasting away for white collar crime
forget your name, make you holler mine
sorry, million dollar fine 
wreaking havoc on the flowers in the attic
i slither the stethoscope while you stay stagnant in the static
impaled but call it acupuncture 
tough choice between viper or vulture 
blame it on the corporate culture
walking past the empty storefronts
like how the peace corps hunts 
some whore stunt 
set to a boar’s grunt 
gotta hold back + demonstrate some constraint 
watch + learn, i'll teach you how to blow it like a cum saint
invade your home + declare squatter's rights 
unleash the hellish hounds, blood clot her bite

Cage'd Meat

bezuBEZUstanku - Punkt widzenia (Instrumental)

not impressed by his thunderballs
i plunder malls, he goes under + crawls
i’m walking on the walls
wonder if he’ll survive this install 
i don’t offer an emergency call 

in here, it's always either suspect or victim 
she tolerated the game until she kicked him 
got a hold of his crown jewels + she gripped ‘em
picked up the documents + she ripped ‘em 

there’s no sex allowed in my combat zones 
so quietly, we devour the tomcat’s bones
like a bunch of prom brat clones
like he recites a holy psalm that moans 

stands guard at the gate, stays hard while he gapes
while she whispers “not all heroes wear capes” 
do the curtains match the drapes?
will he ever recover from this sex tape?

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i transmit disease: venereal vector
just helping out: i’m a natural selector 
avid collector of men’s precious nectar
a public servant in the private sector 
 
he loves to be called a good boy,
with his mouth open wide like a dying koi
lay coyness to rest on this ground i’ve blessed
waste no time getting sacrifices undressed

won’t recognize him after this procedure
they say i’m anti-vaccine but pro-seizure 
i crush bones with boots + kill clones in suits 
on my suburban commute, i’m prone to shoot 

been hunting for years to find a real man
his corpse covered by my college meal plan 
i invoke the colonizers + steal land 
not satisfied til i pluck + peel strands 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i’m like if the blair witch drank some jet fuel 
reveling in the threat of duels with drool
my intentions can never be too cruel 
i throw him into the deep end of the pool

so nasty: he’s a bottom feeder like a carp 
i’m very sharp + i’ll play him like a harp 
come around like stomach flus, i'm sick too 
in church: bible paper airplanes + lick pews 

can’t believe he’s considered an adult
find it difficult? then join a different cult 
result’s him in a circus catapult 
injury’s so much more than an insult 

with steady hand, i prepare the poison 
say i’m celibate but i still let the boys in
i drip droplets like i’m meningitis
it's a calling: i bathe men in my piss 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait

Thunderballs (prod. Aaron Lepley)

the golden man with the midas touch
is now the olden man who cries too much 
need both a cane + a crutch, such + such
at night, you crawl back into your brass cage hutch 

i have all the answers like i’m alex trebek
you present the gold ring + then i wring your neck 
i send you off to my personal gulag 
you’ll be burning forever like the yule log 

you yield because i wield a rusty box cutter
churn my collection into a crusty rock butter
i turn back time, so now the clocks shudder 
i control the world, so now the stocks stutter 

prove you’re useless again like an appendix
so crafty: capsize cocks + upend dicks 
i’m attila the hun, i’m a killer of sons
sold out in theaters, it’s a thriller with guns 

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

drench the flora + fauna, flotsam + jetsam
look like you want some: so come + get some 
once i start, i can’t be stopped: i'm a duracell
was sentenced to life but i blurred that hell
 
produce sick like produce with e. coli
you’re locked in the freezer: why so cold, guy?
i need you to stay calm for the procedure
no chance you won’t limp away a true believer  
 
unlucky you're my next-door neighbor 
i suck on hard candy while you do hard labor
won't deny that i'm morally bankrupt 
when you're done, your underwear gets yanked up 

beware that heart of gold
teach you the art of mold while you wear this blindfold
tried to auction you off, couldn’t get it sold 
in a chokehold, you won’t ever get paroled

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

he beckons you to enter his web of sin
i’m not dumb, got a ream of his wrinkled skin
replace my body with this glass mannequin
so many brains, it’s like i got a conjoined twin 

gotta pay out of pocket, each eye out of socket
got your corneas here right in this golden locket 
rock the wild frontier like davy crockett
i use a pipette to bottle all this cock spit 

some lives have to end, some knives have to bend
tend to my garden with a vital organ blend 
return to my cave, i’m about to descend 
you can pretend but you’ll never be my boyfriend

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers in
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

so many commas on my hit list
so many gods be my witness
if these soul-sucking spirits don’t get the fuck out of my business

Goldfingered (prod. Aaron Lepley)

two souls resting after hitting the jackpot

Astral Rimjob

Me @ La Mine - Tanière Radieuse 22/11/2024

Merci à Arthur et Monsef pour leur aide et aussi merci à Ninon (@ninon_cherni sur Instagram) pour sa cover magnifick !!
bisous~

sirop de bisous

(prod. by aaron lepley)

rolled into the ER, my brief life full of regrets 
told i’m far too young to know how bad it all can get
but “doctor, you’ve never been a 13 year old girl”
i coughed up a pearl, my hair hasn’t curled
more + more unfree as it unfurled 

paramedics are now undertakers
turned me into a hunter of fakers
cocoon learned how to convulse
in time to cut my own pulse 

scalp ripped-out blonde locks with no keys 
inclined to beg but i got no knees
clones need to be cut down to the groan, please 

it’s bye-bye to this cruel earth
it’s all the drool that gives me girth
a fool to count that as my worth
a ghost song for a ghoul’s mirth 

mom + dad can’t look at my forearms
too bad i wasn’t born with more charms
a daughter can never do no harm

this is my adolescence, with built-in below-the-belt pain
please, i must know how to most efficiently melt my brain 

looked like a cleopatra, they said
i wish i was her, aka dead
i gotta make myself miniscule
and bring it down to the molecule

great i survived, i’m still alive, yay
despair when we pull into the driveway
here planning my window dive day

get led astray + get thrown off the scent
i’m right like the angles when my bones go all bent

double-jointed, slink to the summit
death rattle distinct, you can hum it
born mansion’d, now i slum it
it’s easy to solve this whodunit 

what if i were to go all cave crawler up in the cavity?
and/or graze globes with not even the slightest hint of gravity? 

this is my adolescence, with built-in below-the-belt pain
need to know how to most efficiently melt my brain 

pageantry of parental love
gentle dove meets dental glove
i jumped: wasn’t push come to shove
look up: it’s me as i come from above 

tied myself to the train tracks
no blindfold when my brain blacks
knock you out with my wingspan
now go ahead, kiss my ringed hand

party sucked, they were all so dense 
life story ends impaled on the fence
pale face, make it make sense 
i spared you from even more suspense 

last straw was their last taunt
at least now i know who to haunt 
flesh rots, they’re off in the yacht
lux need a noose, i’ll tie the knot

should have first shot up the mall + the fakes at school
because you’re never ever too small to break the rules 
they tried to diagnose what it was that was so wrong with me
died all gross, split like a spit-roast, i’m too strong to be free

one sister down… 
4 more to go

Cecilia (The Not-So-Virgin Suicides #1)

Mit dem Ticken der Uhr

Dubby bass electronica / liquid dubstep sounds from TR21 sound factory. This tune is a first fresh production in year 2013. General 70 BPM and partially 140 BPM ;-)
Track no 4 at newest longplayer album from TR21 sound factory called "-TK CTRL-" released June 18th 2014 !
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TR21 Roots Of Core

Project called name TR21 was born in year 1998, but that story has began much earlier. All started in the middle of 80's when TR21 performed many experiments with generating sounds on 8 bit personal computers like Timex 2048 or Atari 800 XL. Next phase was an experience in domain of design engineering - simple analog synthesizers and drum machines. After that TR21 began experiments with fitting and mixing analog cassete tapes. The culmination took place in early 90's, when he started an age of sampling and processing sounds thanks to techniques like: Covox, own invented A/D converter, personal computers PC AT class or very popular in this time tracker programs. At beginning of the 90's TR21 also was a member of a death metal band as a drummer and vocalist. Project became more stabile in his workshop in 1998 and kept on up until now in a little bit more innovated way. All is based on sequencer launched at PC class computer which control virtual VST devices and also external gear (MIDI & synthesizers). Everything is mixed in analog domain. Very often sources of sounds are electric guitar or human voice, which are transformed in totally different forms and functions into traditional musical order.
Influences of some very different music like : Kraftwerk, Art Of Noise, Yello, Bertrand Burgalat, Happy Mondays, The Fall, Primal Scream, The Charlatans, Dub Pistols, Koma & Bones, Stereolab, Broadcast, Bowery Electric, Red Snapper, Bomb The Bass, DJ Cam, FSOL, Warp Records, IRMA Records, B-52's, Frank Black, Fear Factory, Napalm Death, Protector, Pitchshifter, ATR etc etc .......... and many very inspiring influences of music & movies from 60's and 70's years ......... :-)

TR21 Roots Of Core

TR21 a.k.a. Pino Girotti